perfection // gerz

'Let's stuff our faces with Chinese food!'

Christine goes home, feeling like the world's biggest idiot. Of course Mr Way wasn't just flirting with her... Why on earth would someone like him be flirting with someone like her? For a brief moment, she allowed her mind to convince her that that had been what had happened, but the idea grows more ludicrous, the more she thinks about it.

Mr Way is gorgeous, and has an even more gorgeous wife. He is settled and established in his life, a grown up (as is his wife). And Christine? She's a high school student. That's it. All she has going for her is the prospect of what her future might hold. She's practically still a child. In the eyes of the law, she still is a child (at least for another couple of months).

Yet, somehow, she had allowed herself to be convinced that they had been flirting earlier. Harmless as it might have been, it was still (in her mind) viewed as flirting, which means she'll never be able to look at Mr Way (without feeling like a massive tool), ever again.

"Shit," she mutters to herself, taking a large gulp of her tea, finishing the cup.

The way she sees it, she has a few options. She can either freak out and be a total child about this, overanalysing and embarrassing herself even further. Or she can pretend it never happened, which would be the smarter option.

"It would be harder, though," she murmurs, cheeks immediately flushing at her talking to herself.

She rinses her teacup, before heading to her room, undressing as she goes. Pretending that there was no incident earlier at school is proving to be much harder than she thought, because it's still all her mind wants to fixate on. Trying to shut her mind up by doing homework doesn't really help all that much either, and she doesn't have that much of it anyway, so she gives up on that pretty quickly.

"Fuck," she sighs, dropping down onto her bed with her laptop, deciding to watch a few episodes of American Horror Story.

She only gets as far as Lana surreptitiously checking Grace out as Grace steps out of the steaming tub (and, seriously, what bullshit punishment is that?), before she starts passing out.

"But I know there is a way to escape," Christine tells Grace. "I've seen it."

"I don't know what you saw, but the only way out of here is through Mr Way, like I already told Lana."

"I can't go through Mr Way," Christine says, completely panicked. "You saw what a fool I made of myself in class yesterday."

Grace (who is suddenly Amanda) gives Christine a long look, before finally gracing her with a smile.

"Maybe if you try flirting with him again, he'll give in. Why wouldn't he go for someone like you?"

"You're crazy," Christine breathes. "He's married. It would be totally inappropriate."

"Propriety isn't gonna get you anywhere, honey," Amanda smirks. "And we're all crazy. We're in the loony bin, remember?"

Suddenly, they're in class, sitting in the back with Grace and Kit. Lana refuses to engage in conversation with Kit, because she claims she doesn't trust psycho murderers like him, so she's grumpily sitting in the front of the class.

"Just admit it," Amanda says.

"No," Christine hisses, afraid that Mr Way will hear them talking (or what they're talking about).

"What's the worst that could happen?" Kit prompts. "Just do it!"

"You never know, until you try, Chris," Grace agrees, shrugging her shoulders, a sweet smile on her face.

"Shh," Christine panics, really wishing everyone would just shut up.

"Just tell him you want to sit on his cock, and he might just let us all out of here," Amanda hisses, her selfish intentions perfectly evident.