Mr. & Mrs. Impossible!

Chapter 19

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*Arianna Lancaster*

I glared down at the beautiful, big square-cut diamond ring, sitting there on my finger, thinking about how to start. I knew he was glancing at it now and then and I knew it’ll come up.  The topic of me and Chase. As much as I wanted to avoid it, I know I wouldn’t be able to.

Brandon and I chose to sit in a fairly less crowded area because people were starting to stare at us. By the lunch break, we were the topic of discussion in most of the groups. Chase wasn’t still in sight, so I guessed he was ignoring me as usual. It was great. I didn’t even want to face him either.

“So…” Brandon started. “How have, um… you two been?” he watched me with a hesitant look.

“Just surviving.” I smiled wryly. My mind was still bugging about the spark-less kiss of ours. Why didn’t I burn when I had pecked him? Did he felt the same too? Spark-less?

“And um…” he hesitated, turning a little pink in his cheek. “Did you two—”

“No!” I quickly cut him, not wanting to hear him ask about it.

“Uh, okay. Sorry.” Mumbled looking away.

This was the awkwardness I feared. Brandon and I were never hesitant about such things but now, of course, since I was married, he could expect I had… well we hadn’t. Chase and I could never –would never have sex! That was beyond anything.

A warm, uncomfortable thing tossed inside me. It made me feel empty. Suddenly I felt a rush to fill it, to grab something –someone, and fill the emptiness in me. A strange urge spread warm through me and out of nowhere, Chase’s haughty, disoriented and lust filled face snapped in my mind. My heart fluttered and my face went hot as I remembered the touch of his lips against mine. It was evil… fulfilling, hot… desirable… lustful… Satanic.

“Arianna—” I snapped my eyes around and met a pair of teal-gray eyes, looking down in mine. My face flushed. I was just thinking about…

“You want something?” I shrugged away the memory of Chase’s kiss and concentrated on his face.

“Yes. I want to know why you didn’t attend French.” He stood there with his hands deep in the pockets and just looked at me. So he knew Brandon was here and he was ignoring him?

“Because I’ve already studied that.” I answered boldly, suddenly feeling the rush of annoyance at his interrogation. He always thinks he can control me!

“Still I’m pretty sure you’re not as good as I am.” He smirked in his irritatingly charming way.

“Really?” I raised my eyebrow amusingly. He still didn’t know me. I stood up and crossed my arms around the chest. “Alors je Suis assez sûr que vous savez ce qu'ils appellent un gars comme vous en français?” –Then I am pretty sure you'd know what they call a guy like you in French?

He lifted his eyebrow, clearly looking impressed but quickly hid it by a lazy grin. “Éclairez-moi alors.” –Enlighten me then.

“Trop confiant Idiote.” –Overconfident Idiot. I grinned.

He shook his head a bit and chuckled. “J'ai pensé que vousa dit que j'étais pathétique" – I thought you said I was pathetic. The words rolled out of his tongue smoothly making it sound as if French was made for him.

“Lequel vous êtes trop.” ­–Which you are too. I smirked, controlling my creeping admiration for him…? No, I guess for French…? Or his accent maybe?