Two Weeks With Chelsea

Chapter 7

During his time at Well Stone, Trevor spent most of his weekend evenings off campus attending house parties or going out on dates with various girls, never dating any one girl more than twice. Despite numerous visits to the headmaster's office, most of his infractions slipped past detection or lacked a solid link between him and whatever evidence might be found. A small bottle of rum was his official date for the Halloween dance, and while he held the blonde in one hand at the Valentine's dance, a vodka spiked drink occupied the other. His growing reputation around school kept the eyes of both the girls and the administrators on him for very different reasons. While it made finding a date effortless, breaking the rules without being caught was getting very nearly impossible. Sneaking booze into a dance meant advance work to hide the bottle days earlier and covert operations during the dance to access it.

In the first week of April, Chelsea sat alone in the commons early one evening, writing in her journal, surrounded by students that gathered to do schoolwork or socialize. She chose a table near a group of Trevor's friends with the hope that he would join them. From her seat she might be able to catch a glimpse of him or listen as he spoke. And, if luck were on her side, he might notice her.

A rare wide smile filled her face when Trevor walked past, just inches from brushing against her shoulder. She felt the air move in his wake and enjoyed the scent of his deodorant that swirled as he passed. It wasn't any different than the scent of any of the other guys, but it was his. He stood with his back towards her, positioned between two friends seated at the table.

"He's got a cute butt," she whispered to herself as she gazed at him.

"My dad said we're going to Australia!" Trevor said happily.

"Australia, for the break?" one friend asked as Trevor moved towards and empty chair.

"Yeah! I'm totally stoked!" Trevor replied with an enthusiasm that made Chelsea smile again.

Chelsea slipped into a dream state where her thoughts were consumed by him. She wondered how it would feel to dance with him. How would it feel to just hold his hand and explore Australia by his side? What was in that coil bound notebook he was always scribbling in? How would it feel to—

"Reality calling! Hello... Chelsea, did you hear me?" Stacy said as she took a seat across the table. "Chelsea!"

"What?" she replied, only responding to her name being spoken.

"Don't even think about him. He's been here for what, a year and a half, and he doesn't even know your name. Besides, he's so much trouble, you don't want any of that." It was clear that Stacy had once again lost interest in Trevor.

"I might like some of that," Chelsea said, surprising herself, not just for the hint of sexuality her voice added to the comment, but also that she had let this bit of internal dialogue slip into the real world.

"He's been kicked out of something like ten schools already. When he was in town last week, he got drunk at someone's house and wouldn't leave until the police showed up and arrested him. And, he's been IN so many skanks, you don't know what you'll catch just looking at him," Stacy said with a matter-of-fact tone.

The girl continued her rant about Trevor, fueled by her own feelings of rejection. Bitterness mixed with half-truths painted a picture of the young man that neither girl really knew. Stacy had been just as dreamy over Trevor, off and on since he started at Well Stone, but had soured to the charm of his bad boy image when she wasn't the chosen one by his side for the Valentine's Day dance. She had set her sights on someone else.

"I have to go see Mr. Andrews about my science lab. Now, that's a guy to get all sweaty over, –or with," Stacy said with a coy smile. "I'd ask you to come with, but... we like our privacy."