Bitter Sweet Blaire: Teacher/Student Romance

Chapter Thirteen

13.

"Blaire," he said, "I didn't think I'd be seeing you here."

Want to hear the synonyms for silence?

"I'm really sorry about last night."

Hush; peace.

"Blaire?"

Mute; noiseless; lull.

"Are you going to say anything?"

Reserve, speechless.

"Silent treatment, really? That's a little bit immature, is it not?"

Want to hear the synonyms for Christian?

"Wow."

Asshole, mean, dick, douche, heartless, insensitive, mean, bastard, jer--

"Blaire, goddamnit, say something!" Christian finally imploded.

"Jerk," I said flatly, nudging him to the side so I could enter the classroom for our Saturday detention.

My legs carried me to the farthest desk from his, but he still sat right in front of me, sitting cowboy mode on the chair. I immediately dug my iPod out of my bag and started playing a game on it. It was old, so the only game was Brick. Mental capacity requirement: level retard.

"I was reacting to my wife's affair and I'm sorry for using you."

"I'm actually having a bit of trouble with this proportionality thing, so if--"

"I want you to go to administrations on Monday, get transferred out of my class and into Mr Haden's one, Blaire. I don't think it's a good idea we see each other anymore."

"I checked, his class is full."

He sighed.

"You don't have to avoid me, you know," I told him.

"I'm not doing this to avoid you. I'm doing it because what happened between us last night was inappropriate and I'm--" He stopped mid sentence.

"Trying to avoid me," I finished for him. "Don't you think that's going to be kind of hard when you're my best friend's sister and my neighbour?" He didn't directly respond to this one with words; but his eyes sold his story straightaway. Christian hadn't thought about that.

"Now, I understand if you want to report me--"

"I'm not going to report you," I laughed, but more at myself than anything. "In case you've forgotten, *I* kissed you. You should be the one reporting me."

"And in case you've forgotten, I kissed you back." Christian immediately shook his head, shoving a hand into his unkempt hair. By the state of his hair it looked like he'd been doing that all night long. "That's not even important, I don't know why I said that. Blaire, what are you going to do?"

"Look," I began, and he looked thankful I was at least being reasonable. But in all honesty, I really just didn't want to talk about this right now. "I'm seriously having trouble with this proportionality statement crap," I quickly said.

He sighed, going off on his own tangent. "I can get somebody else to take your Saturday detentions," Christian offered.

"Are there only three proportionality statements?"

"Maybe we could switch you with a student in Mr Haden's class."

"I mean, I know the first one, the one that curves downwards, but otherwise--"