Saint Peters Academy, My Fathers Private Boarding School for Boys.

Saint Peters Academy. 24.

The rest of the week past smoothly. I went to all my classes and we totally bet the others in Phys ed mentoring. Phys ed soon became my favorite class with sewing a close second. There's really not much competition when your other subjects are English History, German and Latin. Although I found myself doing surprisingly well in Latin.

Every night had been the same as the first. Warren would come into my room. We would start to make out. We would be interrupted. We would then be joined by the other boys and stay up late till every one of us was asleep. As a result of this, they soon decided it would be a smart idea to rename my room, our room. I no longer have privacy.

Warren and I had successfully kept our relationship under wraps and everyone still thought I was going out with Scotty. After one guy tried to pull me into a kiss when I was walking down a corridor alone. Then magically turned up, half an hour later, bleeding and barely able to walk, refusing to tell anyone how he was injured. Most the students decided it would be a good idea to lay off the sexual harassment. Thank god.

Today was the day I had been waiting all week for, Friday. A nice one hour car ride with Ash all to my self. I was ridiculously nervous. We were to be staying in the staff residence, owned by the school, just out of town. The rest of the students were to stay in the student dorms next across the other side of town from the teachers. How gratefully glad I was that my father forbid me from straying in the bedroom hall, stocked with enough trundler beds for every student.

Packing the final items into my day bag for the weekend I made my way to the staff parking lot and Ash's car. Holy hell he is hot.

Standing, leaning against the open boot to the car, moving things inside to make room for me, he looked up and a smile spread across his face.

"Is that all the gear you have?"

He looked down at my single oversized hand bag and only dress bag.

"Yeah most my clothing doesn't take up all that much room. The only thing I have is this dress," I said waving the dress bag on a coat hanger around.

"A Nean original?"

"You guessed it. Nice car by the way."

I couldn't help but obsess over the black Chrysler crossfire sitting in front of me.

"Thanks. I like it." He did that silly little chuckling thing again which drives me crazy.

Damn him.

"Should we hit the road then?"

"Sure, hop in.”

I shoved my bag in the boot and lay me dress on top of everything. The journey took about half the time the bus would, partially because he was going twice as fast as the speed limit. Arriving at the teacher halls I realized we were the only ones here, and it was only about 4.30.

"Do you wan to go put your stuff in your room and clean up and we can go get something to eat?"

"Sounds good. Where's a good place to eat around here?"

"I dunno. I guess we can just search around somewhere till we find a good place."

"Good plan. Uh so what are you doing tonight?"

"Well I was planning on going to the night club because the students bus doesn’t come till tomorrow so there won't be any of my students there. Except you. If you want to come. It'll be fun?"

"Uh, sure. Going to a night club with my teacher. Now That is one phrase I truly never thought I would say."