Bitter Sweet Blaire: Teacher/Student Romance

Chapter Twelve

12.

"So," Caroline began, "what was up with you and Henrik at the table?"

"Shut up," I shot back. By now I had learned not to react. Well, kind of. This week it was Henrik; next week it'd be Miranda's family gardener. He was actually pretty cute. Columbium, I think.

"Oh, come on, don't hold out on me! What was that all about during dinner?"

"Nothing," I said, without looking up from the sink of dishes I was cleaning. I threw a tea towel at her, since she was supposed to be helping me--and where was Miranda at as well!--but Caroline chucked it on the counter top. She crossed her arms.

"That was not nothing."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Blaire, don't be coy. You've been targeting him all night--"

"That's because I'm angry at him," I finally admitted, slamming a cup down so loud she jumped.

"Why?" I turned around very slowly, obviously looking very menacing as I did so. Of course, Caroline didn't shrink in her shoes, but raised her jaw and pushed her shoulders back challengingly. She had follow through; I'd give her that.

"His wife cheated on him and he's taking it out on me!" I exclaimed suddenly, before slamming my palms against my mouth. No, no, no! I didn't just do that! Please, god, tell me I didn't!

"How do YOU know?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It sort of came up in amongst her accusing me of being his mistress, please don't tell Miranda!"

"So THATS why you agreed so easily to wearing those shorts," Caroline muttered more to herself than to me.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "I love these shorts."

"Yeah but we both know why you're wearing them."

"To provoke Kayla which would ultimately piss Christian off?"

"No. To avenge Christian's honour," she corrected. "Someone needs to."

"Didn't you hear me?" I pointed out. "I'm angry at him. Why would I want to avenge his honour or whatever?"

"Now I think you can answer that one on your own," Caroline hinted, with a suggestive smile.

"No, I don't think I can. Go on, indulge me." Right at the moment, Christian walked in. He seemed to be fixing himself yet another scotch. It had to be his fourth, though I wasn't judging. I'd taken a few myself when nobody had been looking.

"I get nervous when you two are together," he said, making both my accomplice and I place challenging hands on our hips. "It's dangerous."

"To answer your question, Blaire," said Caroline, making me look her way. She said something in french, which instantly confused the Canadian. It was the name of her favourite french book, one of few she'd read, and the title translated to 'hot for teacher.' I wished I'd never leant it to her.

"What does that mean?" Christian asked, clearly worried.

"You've got your drink. Why are you still here?" I snapped at him.

"Okay, Blaire," he responded, slightly amused and partially confused. "What's with the sudden hostility?"

"Ugh, I thought this was a boy-free zone," Miranda said upon arriving, making her brother laugh. He gave me one more look, a small smile, before returning to the table.

"Whoa, what was that?" Miranda exclaimed.

"What?"

"That look my brother just gave you." Caroline laughed triumphantly and I scowled.