The VIRGIN STRIPPER

32

****Lisa Michaels****
"Baking sucks!" Ella announced as she dumped the blackened cake into the garbage bin.

Trying not to laugh, I leaned on the counter and surveyed the mess on it, "you didn't follow the recipe, did you?"

"I did!"she defended quickly but then scrunched up her face and slowly shook her head. "For the first part." She said underneath her breathe and I laughed.

Staying in on the weekend was my idea while the baking part was all Ella's  idea. She'd tried to get me into baking with her but I refused since it caught onto so many nerves that even she knew were a bit too fresh to be rattled.

"Will you help clean up?" She beamed and I gave her a flat look as I pushed off the counter.

"I'd love to," I beamed sarcastically at her but let the smile fall as I indicated to my wristwatch, "but oh look at the time, gotta go."

"I hope that dick is good!" She called after me and I cringed.

"Seriously?" I called back stopping by the door to pull on my jacket. Boston was a refrigerator in the late October evenings.

"Just kidding. Call me if you're running late." She said and I called a goodbye as I locked the front door.

Looking at the study plan I'd made by myself, I sighed and placed my hands on the steering wheel.

Just like old times, only vice versa.

Uurgh... How much I hated the feeling of déjà vu!

***
"Hey guys?" I called to the group of guys sitting on the open lounge of the frat house and they all echoed back.

They were really never close friends just guys I'd known when I'd tutored Cole.

They were nice when I was around which was rarely but I got the feeling they had better things to do than hang out with me.

"Hey!" I called into Cole's room once I knocked and pushed the door slightly open. Sticking my head in before the rest of my body, I surveyed the vicinity. "Cole?" I called one more time.

Did he forget I was coming over tonight?

"In here!" His voice was muffled from the other side of the room and my eyes landed on what I assumed to be the bathroom door.

The door opened after a moment and he came out with a towel on his head.

"Is it six already?"

"Actually six thirty. I thought you needed the extra thirty minutes to wake up and clearly, I was right."

"Aren't you the genius?" He commented drily and I snapped my mouth shut as he walked around the messy room to find whatever it was he was looking for.

"I'd have suggested we go out like old times but I'm feeling too sick to even think of a place. You okay with my room?" His hand settled on a drawer as he rose his eyes to me and I nodded.

Staying in his room was a first. No wonder I didn't know how it looked in the first place. Whenever I tutored he'd either come to my place or we'd head out for coffee or the library.

He'd always argued that the frat house was always too noisy and unpleasant to study at.

Now looking around the considerably quiet place and the view of the window in his oh so spacious room I couldn't help but differ with him. If anything, this place provided more study room than those coffee shops we'd visited.

"Do you have your papers?" He asked preoccupied by something that I couldn't see since his back was facing me.

"Yeap." I said then reached for the small bag that contained my study supplies.