Bitter Sweet Blaire: Teacher/Student Romance

Chapter Twenty-Three

23.

A/N: Suuuper long update, but you deserve it my beautiful readers! Read up yo!

If I had of known what might have taken place tonight, I wouldn't have tried to escape.

But it was five o'clock; Christian would be here in fifteen minutes so that he could supervise my run. My mother had generously, as per predicted, granted me brief parol for forty-five minutes. Brief parol, torturous punishment, call it what you will.

Which brought me to the hallway window that I was currently in the middle of climbing out of. The bay window in my bedroom faced the street, and Christian was already home, so I didn't doubt he'd catch me. Miranda, Caroline and I may or may not have been responsible for this, but coincidentally there was a perfectly placed ladder right beneath the window...

"I can see you, hang up," I whispered into the phone, and looked down at Miranda as I began my discent down the back of my house.

"What?" Miranda said into the phone.

"I said--" I growled, but then switched to a whisper, "--never mind." I hung up the phone, put it in my pocket, completed my descent, and jumped over the neighbours fence where Miranda was waiting. Mrs Sage was the woman who lived here, and she was on holiday in Hawaii. Hilary was rewarded the pleasure of watering her plants and collecting her mail. It used to be me, and before that, Ryan.

"So, what do you want to do?" she asked, leading the way to the road on the other side of the house.

"I don't know," I mumbled. "I've been so bored, and it's only day one. Are you grounded, too?"

"Are you kidding me? Two weeks. Straight home from school, no boys, no phone, no friends." Ha, didn't I tell you the ringleader always leads in the level of punisment. "You?"

"A whole month," I groaned, throwing my head back. "I'm supposed to be downstairs so my mother can keep prisoner watch."

"Won't she know you're missing then?"

"I'm upstairs taking a shower right now."

"Hilary covering for you?"

"Yup." Good thing my sister liked long showers as much as I did.

We ended up journeying over to the mall, mostly for the supermarket. Neither of us could afford to be missing for too long, especially since our parents could check in on us at any second. Miranda grabbed a cheesecake, and I hauled a salad up to the checkout. Once we were through, we found a secluded area in the mall and sulked for a little bit.

"You know, Blaire, I swear my brother has it out for you. It's embarrassing."

"Christian?" I asked, trying to keep my voice level. Oh great! Here comes the train right on time to holy-crap-ville.

"Yeah. At first I thought you two had that friend-flirt thing going on. I mean, after you hated him."

"Mir, what the hell are you talking about?"

She sighed. "Like, I thought he had sort of like a...high school student kind of crush on you. Is that weird?" Not as weird as it is accurate, but I can roll with that, sure thing.

"No way, I never noticed that."

Miranda looked up from her half-demolished cheesecake. She didn't love eating as much as Caroline, that was for sure, but when she was sulking that was a whole different story. I bit a piece of baby spinach off my plastic folk, meanwhile fauning over her cake. The amount of drawl in my mouth had doubled by two.