Aces [#NANOWRIMO2017]

Ace Sexts A Stranger

Fʀɪᴅᴀʏ, Fᴇʙʀᴜᴀʀʏ 2

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The two girls walked away, leaving me standing awkwardly behind the bench, with the remnants of my target's -- Seraphine's -- discarded sandwich still at my feet. I kicked at them in disgust.

I had thought that Seraphine was shy and awkward, and she didn't know how to stand up for herself; Bradley had told me so. But I hadn't accounted for dealing with her friends. At least now, I knew that I couldn't confront her again if she had that friend of hers by her side.

Step one would be rethinking my strategy, which would be pretty easy, considering I didn't even have a strategy in the first place. After about ten minutes of deliberation last night, I'd decided to just wing it and see where that took me. I knew that I was charismatic -- I'd charmed my way past security guards time and time again -- so I guess some part of me was kind of expecting me to turn up and wink at her and she'd fall for me. But, come on, I was Ace-flipping-Renshaw, king of the whole school!

Maybe I'll catch her in class, I pondered. I had a vague recollection of her being in Geography with me, so I decided to head over.

I'd already started to regret my decision by the time I entered the classroom. It had been a week and a half since I'd last attended class, and that had been for my "cheat on Mr. Hallman's science test" bet. It had been the most boring one and a half hours of my life.

But my memory had served me well -- sure enough, Seraphine was sitting in her regular spot, second row. I took a seat right behind her and smiled to myself. I'd made it just in time.

But Ace, why does it matter to you whether or not you're on time? I hear you ask. And if you didn't ask that, well, your opinion doesn't matter anyway so that's fine by me.

The answer is simple. Ms. Cochrane (forty years old and still single, what a loser) hates me; most teachers do. She'd be looking for an excuse to send me to detention all class, and while I didn't care whether I got detention or not, I didn't want to let her have the satisfaction of doing it. Matt once told me that he thought that my reasoning was stupid, so I told him to go jump off a cliff. We're great friends, Matt and I.

Anyway, Ms. Cochrane would be watching me, so it would certainly be a challenge, figuring out a way to romance Seraphine in the middle of class time.

But Hazel had taught me to never back down from a challenge, and I never had.

My first idea was to simply text her; I'd managed to snag her number from Jenna. Our conversation went like this:

Me: you ran away pretty quick during lunch. it's a shame; i think that you're such a beau

Her: i love you, will you smooch me?

I raised my eyebrows at my phone screen. That was not the response I'd been expecting.

Me: woah tiger, calm down, I typed.

Her: i love you soooooo much

Me: well, that works out just fine. i was actually texting to see if you wanted to go on a date after school :)

Her: yes! you are so so hot :D

Okay, this was clearly not Seraphine. Her phone had been resting beside her when I received that response. I double-checked the number that Jenna had given me, then swore under my breath.

Me: oh, very funny, jenna. this is your number.

Her: took you long enough. There's no way that i'm going to make this that easy for you. figure her number out on your own, dummy.