Bitter Sweet Blaire: Teacher/Student Romance

Chapter Six

6.

"Let me in, peasants!" I called from the front door.

Miranda was the first to come to the door, followed by Caroline, who threw her arms open. I gave her an air hug, before throwing my overnight bag down at the doorstep and dancing my way in. Though we liked different music, we all came to an agreement with Bloodhound Gang and their ridiculously perverted lyrics.

I strutted into the living area of Miranda's house to the start of The Bad Touch. "Sweat, baby sweat, baby sex is a texas drought. Me and you do the kind of stuff that onyl prince would sing about!" It wasn't hard to pretend to be sexy when you feel tight and fit in your workout gear.

I was given a beer and raised an eyebrow in question. "They belong to her illusive brother. Apparently he's the only one who drinks beer in this family so be careful how many you drink or he'll now!" I was reknowned in the group for being th eonly one weird enough to drink beer.

"Thanks!"

Miranda shimmied her way over to me, pushing me down on the couch. I skulled the beer in about the length of time between the end of the first verse to the start of the second one, about a minute long.

"So if I capsize on your thighs, high tide, b5, you sunk my battleship!" I screamed.

As soon as the song was over, somebody turned it down and I was topped up on my beer. "Girl, you need to catch up," said Miranda, who plopped down next to me. Caroline layed down on the couch opposite us.

"So, the illusive brother," I called over to Caroline. "Is he hot? Also, why haven't I met him?"

"I haven't met him yet, all I know is he's twenty-five," she slurred. Gee, I really did need to catch up.

"Twenty six," Miranda corrected. "My dad and him had a big falling-out. Like, think huge. Christian changed his surname to mum's maiden name instead. And he moved somewhere else."

"Like another town or city?"

"Try another continent. And he has this bitch wife, Kayla, well my mum hates her." I threw down the next beer, not wanting to be the only sober one left. Mature, I know. "I'm serious, my mum hates her. She keeps a room for Christian here in the hopes he'll leave Kayla and come home. It sure came in handy last night. My mum got him super drunk, and nobody could take him home so he had to stay over. We're pretty sure she did it on purpose." Miranda stopped to take a breath after her long spiel, and as she was about to launch back into it, I put a hand on her arm, stopping her.

"Now," said Caroline, "how's Finn, Mira?"

Miranda blushed. "What?"

"Oh, my god, she's blushing!" I exclaimed. "Come on, share!"

"Okay, he's super cute! He has, like, black hair and blue eyes and--"

"We met him, you dork," Caroline cut in. "We meant for you to tell his how good a kisser he is!"

"Oh, well..." she trailed off. "We haven't kissed yet."

"WHAT!" Caroline and I both exclaimed. I couldn't say much of course. I hadn't kissed anybody, let alone gone on a date. It was often the talk of our girl nights, but nothing ever changed.

"How about you, Caroline? How are you and Jeremy?"

"Same old, same old. The real question is," she said excitedly, giving me the YOU'RE HIDING SOMETHING! look, "who do you like, Romero?" Oh, no. This was happening again. When I didn't tell them anything, they'd pin me down and tickle me until I 'caved' and blurted out a random name. The problem was, when I told the truth, which was usually that I didn't like anybody, they didn't believe me.