Bitter Sweet Blaire: Teacher/Student Romance

Chapter Twenty-Two

22.

A/N: Just a brief author's note this time. This chapter is the same story as the last one, it isn't fantastic, but I plan on going through all my chapters and fixing them up. I still believe you guys'll love this just the same, but I would really appreciate it if you commented to let me know :) For now, enjoy...

Caroline Holt's silent treatment was alike no other. One time, I owed her five dollars, and she didn't speak to me for two weeks. For our history assignment, she wrote on a whiteboard. She never caved.

Except for now.

"I'm still mad at you," she snapped, as she and I took our seats in physics, "but I'm also mad at Miranda and Jeremy, and I really need an ally right now." I pinched myself, sure I was dreaming. Nope, Caroline Holt had gotten her panties out of the tight, painful, exstensive tangle she'd had them in all weekend, and talked to me. I couldn't even remember why she was angry at everybdy but didn't doubt there were seperate reasons.

"I'm pretty sure two people have to agree to a military alliance," I shot back.

"You do. And besides, this isn't a war!" she protested.

"Good, I was hoping you guys hadn't ditched," somebody said, joining the two of us. It was Miranda. What was she doing here? "Sorry to interupt, but we have a reliever in German who doesn't comprehend the connection between high temperature and opening windows, and I needed to catch up on Physcis anyway."

"I'm pretty sure you'll be equally as betraying somewhere else. It's nothing personal, but this row is reserved for allies only."

Miranda sighed, turning to me. "The wounds are fresh, I'm surprised she's recruiting even you already. Move over, Holt!"

I waited in the aisle while they both took their seats.

"Excuse me," somebody growled from behind me, "some people are trying to get past here." Whoa, a day of firsts. Had I heard Christian growl before? Wheeling around, I noted that he had a stack of textbooks, his laptop, and a few binders balanced in his hands. And that, since the party three days ago, his stubble had grown back. And that, ironically, he seriously needed a hair cut.

"Sorry," I mumbled sheepishly, flopping down onto my seat, and resisting the urge to stick my foot out as he passed. I didn't care how cute he was. That was totally uncalled for.

"Sorry. Sorry?" Caroline burst. "Blaire Romero doesn't apologize. She breaks hearts, and makes small children cry."

"Henrik isn't exactly a small child," I pointed out.

"And apparently tinman doesn't have a heart either," Miranda pointed out. Catching me off guard, I found myself snorting at her remark. Christian didn't seem to appreciate me interupting his class that hadn't even really started, and gave me the pleasure of 'volunteering' for putting chairs up at the end of class.

Next thing, Tegan was turning around. This had to have been the first time she'd sat in front of us, but ever since I'd agreed not to attack her during cross country, I had been an easy target. She'd felt no danger in sitting so close to me.

"I've never seen him so mad at you before. Did you guys break up or something?" she taunted.

I shook my head. "Sorry, no. But I'll give you the all clear when we're definitely over, okay?"

"I'm not into facial hair."

"It's called stubble, and I'm sure you aren't. It might create traction with yours."

She scoffed. "Your comebacks are depressing."

"Enough to make you want to kill yourself?" Caroline interupted, with mock excitement in her tone. "Or should I not get my hopes up?"