Cecile's New School

Cecile's Sleepover! (Aw, I wasn't invited?)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Now back to your regularly scheduled program.

Awesome spy music played in Cecile's head as she creeped throughout Blake F. High School's hallways. She had managed to avoid Foster for three hours. Yes, a part of it was indeed because of the emotional turmoil she was still in, but it was also because she had one huge pimple on her cheek.

She had acne, don't get her wrong, but most of it could be easily concealed with a bit of makeup. This volcano, however, could not be hidden from view, even with seven layers of concealer. She hid the blemish with her hand, careful not to touch it.

Cecile sighed at her situation. She should have just stayed at home. She had come back to school only after one day of rest because she had found out that she did not have a brain eating parasite. She was only on her period.

Cecile stepped lightly on the tile, trying not to make a noise. Her fear was elevated to the point that she assumed that Foster would somehow be able to find her and her humongous zit in the normal din of in-between-class hallway noise.

She tried to be her antithesis. Quiet.

She held her breath, tiptoed around clusters of people, and held up her hands with her head down like she was about to crane kick someone. The freshmen eyed her nervously as they passed her.

"Cecile!" Foster yelled with relief in his voice. Damn it. She didn't turn around to face him, but he didn't need her to do that. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back to him. Her booksack drove the breath out of him, but he ignored it as he grabbed her ponytail. He made her hair defy gravity to hide his face.

An out of breath Dorris came soon after. "Where... is... HE?!" She huffed. Not hiding in Cecile's hair, that's for sure.

Dorris paused. Cecile tried natural ways to hide her cheek pimple with either her arm or hand. She massaged the bridge of her nose so her arm could cover the zit without being obvious. She tried to focus on rubbing her nose.

Cecile quickly started enjoying the methodical rubbing. It almost got her mind off of Foster that was VERY close behind her. His presence could be felt right behind her. It's almost like she could sense him. Maybe a sixth sense has awakened from her liking him.

"Why is your..." She pointed at Cecile. Cecile madly flattened her bangs as another method to hide her zit.

Meanwhile, Foster froze from behind his best friend. Cecile's super saiyan hair had given him away! He contemplated letting her hair go, but Cecile's gravity-defying hair suddenly realizing it's mistake and falling flat would look even more suspicious. Foster waited for Dorris' hand to grab him from behind Cecile and drag him screaming into hell.

"Why's your face all red?" Dorris completed her sentence directed at Cecile. Cecile choked up. Cecile hasn't only been hiding her pimple. She was also trying to hide her cherry red face, but Dorris quickly found out despite her clever attempts at hiding. Dorris didn't think it was possible, but Cecile blushed even harder.

Cecile focused on not trying to think of Foster so that she could return to her normal color. It wasn't working. Her chin tilted downward from embarrassment. Foster tried to sink down along with her, but his tall frame made it difficult. From a distance it looked like he was playing a strange form of limbo.

"I, um, just you know-" Cecile muttered under her breath.

Dorris interrupted her. "What did you say? It sounded like 'wishawishabshabpshh'." Dorris leaned in to hear better.