Chapter Twenty-One - Never Have I Ever
"All of them?"
"Everybody!"
"Fuck!"
There was complete silence as Charles looked around at his classmates. He scanned their faces, looking for signs of severe intoxication. Was it too much to hope that all of them were so drunk, that they wouldn't remember what just happened when they woke up the next day?
Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be the case. On the contrary, they all looked like they would never forget.
Realizing that Jack was still on the line, Charles turned his attention to her. His shell-shocked classmates would have to wait.
"Ma'am?" He tried, but there was no answer, only silence. "Ma'am?"
After a long uncomfortable pause, Charles was panicking, not having any idea what he should do. Fortunately, Rodriguez, who had stopped smirking, decided to step in.
"Everything's fine, ma'am," The pretty girl said in a sincere tone.
"Everything is not fucking fine, Rodriguez," Jack barked, finally deciding to answer, "Why the fuck... Who the hell... Arghh! Damn it! I fucking knew it! Shit... Piss... Fuck... Fuck... FUCK..."
The armada of swear words coming out of Charles' intercom continued for quite a while, until it seemed that Jack's arsenal of profanity, impressive as it was, had reached its limits.
"Ma'am," Vera tried again as Seanne uncovered her ears, "it's okay. Really, it is. We are all okay with it," she said, seeking confirmation from the others.
"Yeah," Kurt managed to get out, "we're fine." The rest were still too shocked to speak.
"I need a drink," Jack declared, "I'm going to get hammered!"
"Why don't you come down here, ma'am?" Vera suggested, causing Charles to whimper uncomfortably, "Oh come on, Charles! We already know, and we've got enough beer here to intoxicate a krogan. I'm sure we can spare some for Jack."
"I don't think so, Sunshine," Jack said dryly.
"We all need to talk about this at some point," Charles admitted. "It might as well be tonight."
"Fuck! You better have a shitload of beer!"
"We do."
"I'll be right down."
With a click the connection was cut, and Charles was left with his five classmates. Vera had, not surprisingly, as she already knew, recovered quickest and was now smiling happily.
As expected, Kurt was quick with a joke. "I'm going to keep an eye on your grades, mate," he told Charles, the usual cheeky grin back on his face.
Charles sighed, but smiled. "I'm not doing this for the grades, Kurt."
"Doing what?" Prangley said, coming to his senses and closing his mouth for the first time in minutes. "What exactly are you and Jack doing?"
"Shagging!" Kurt laughed drunkenly. "Obviously!"
"We're not!" Charles insisted. "We're just.. just... Well, I don't know exactly what we're doing here... But we haven't done that."
"Yet," Kurt muttered, but was silenced when Vera punched him in the arm.
"Have the two of you kissed?" She softly asked.
Charles, whose face was now redder than their uniforms, nodded. They had certainly kissed. "Are you all really okay with this?" He nervously asked.
All five of them slowly nodded and Charles breathed a sigh of relief.
"And you're not going to tell anyone?"
"Of course not!" Kurt assured him, opened another beer and handed it to Charles. "Here, mate. You look like you could use it."
Charles laughed a strained laughter. "I wasn't planning on telling you like this... Maybe not at all."
Seanne huffed indignantly. "Not telling us? That's rich! I would have noticed somehow."
"Rodriguez beat you to it, Bellarmine," Kurt laughed. "She already knew, didn't you, girl?"
Vera nodded. "Yes."
"You knew? How long has this been going on?" Reiley demanded to know. "Before prom?"
"No," Charles shook his head, "that's where it all started."
"Crazy," Prangley whispered, "what happens if it becomes public knowledge?"
"Jack will be fired for sure," Kurt said grimly.
"You won't tell, will you?" Charles pleaded, unable to keep the panic from his voice.
"We told you already," Prangley smilingly said and slapped his shoulder amicably, "we're not telling anyone."
"Cheers," Charles sighed and raised his bottle. The others mirrored his action and six bottles of cheap beer were clinked together before being emptied by the students of the Ascension Project.
"You can never break up with her, you know that, don't you?" Kurt said and opened a new beer for himself and Vera.
"And why is that?" Charles asked, humoring his heavily intoxicated friend.
"She'll kill you," Kurt simply said, and they all laughed. Even Charles laughed, though he knew that Kurt was probably right. He might have gotten himself into a bigger commitment than he had initially realized, but at that moment, he was simply too happily drunk to care.
"Wow," Seanne said, her eyes big with astonishment, "this is really big."
"Yeah," Reiley agreed, "it's huge."
"That's what she said," Kurt joked, earning himself both laughs and slaps from Vera.
Charles laughed and took the opportunity to look at his friends' faces again. To his relief, they really appeared to be alright with the information that had been so suddenly revealed to them, although surprise and wonder was still visible in their facial features.
Charles was still worried though. For himself, but even more for Jack. None of them had thought, that it would be a good idea to spread the news of their 'arrangement'. Well, their 'relationship' he'd rather call it, it sounded more real and less like a business deal. Now, with just one phone call, five more people knew, and if just one of them betrayed his trust, he would be ridiculed and possibly expelled. Jack would lose even more.
As he looked at his friends, all busy in conversation or beer drinking, he knew that none of them would betray him. Besides, betraying Charles also meant betraying Jack, who arguably had much more at stake. And it seemed rather unlikely that any of them would dare to do that.
The loud beeping of Charles' doorbell interrupted the lively conversation that had broken out in the room, and all six of them stared at the door. Charles himself had nearly forgotten that Jack had agreed to join them.
"Well, go on!" Vera giggled. "Open it!"
Charles slowly got up from his position on the floor and stepped over to the door. He looked back over his shoulder and saw that his classmates were all watching him, apparently itching for him to let Jack in.
"It's a bit weird isn't it?" Reiley asked no-one in particular, "inviting your teacher for drinking on a school night."
"Yes," his sister agreed, "but I doubt Jack has any problems with it."
"It's probably not her biggest concern right now anyway," Prangley added with a smirk.
Charles took a deep breath and turned to the panel controlling his door.
'Here we go,' he thought to himself and opened the door.
"Hi."
"Good evening, ma'am," Charles said to the floor and kept his eyes on a spot between his feet.
"Come on in, ma'am," Kurt helped, breaking an awfully awkward silence. "Grab a beer!"
Jack said nothing but slid past Charles and took a seat on his bed. Charles closed the door after her and trudged back to his spot in the corner, as far away from Jack as possible. He kept his head low and his eyes on the floor.
The instructor anxiously fiddled with her hands as five students continued to stare at her. Finally, Kurt reached over and put a beer in her hands. Having something else to do with her hands, seemed to calm Jack down a bit, and she quickly opened it and poured the content eagerly down her throat. Immediately, she reached for another beer and downed that as well. When nobody said anything, she repeated the process once more, bringing her beer total to three. Impressive, Charles thought, as she had barely spent two minutes in the room.
"Damn," Prangley whistled, impressed.
"Shut the fuck up, Prangley!" Jack snarled, and the student immediately complied.
There was another uncomfortable pause. Jack was clearly not in the mood to talk, and none of the students dared to say a word. Charles opened another beer for himself and drank it as quickly he could, which was nothing compared to Jack.
"I shouldn't be drinking with you like this," Jack finally said, her voice was barely a whisper, "it's unprofessional."
"It's a little late for professionalism, isn't it, ma'am?" Kurt drunkenly dared, while not so discretely tilting his head in Charles' direction.
At first, Jack just glared at him, and Kurt suddenly became very small and pale, but then she broke into laughter. "Well, screw you, Nielsen," she chuckled and opened yet another beer, "what have Magnus told you? About... us?"
Vera took Charge. "That this," she pointed between Jack and Charles, "started after prom, that he's not doing it for better grades and that he, obviously, doesn't want us to tell anybody else about it."
"Good," Jack said, sounding a little relieved.
"He also told us that you haven't shagged yet," Kurt bravely, or drunkenly, mentioned.
Charles blushed bright red and wanted nothing more than to throw himself out an airlock.
To his relief, Jack didn't overreact. She simply shrugged and took a zip of her beer. "And you're all... Okay... With this?"She asked and leaned back against the wall.
Slowly but steadily, they all nodded.
"Good," Jack said, "not that I really give a shit, but still, it's nice."
"Do you know any good drinking games, ma'am?" Seanne said, and Charles sent her a grateful look. The change of subject was much appreciated.
"Drinking games?" Jack spat. "What's that about?"
"Let's play 'never have I ever'!" Kurt happily contributed.
"What's that?" Jack and Charles said simultaneously, the latter blushed and turned his attention back to his beer.
"What is it?" Jack asked again.
"A drinking game," Kurt explained, "I'll say something that I have never done, and then everybody who has actually done it has to drink."
"Why?"
"Those are the rules."
"Yeah, but..." Jack looked completely lost. "We're all here, trying to get completely tanked, and you're saying that we should play a game where drinking is considered a punishment?"
"It's fun," Kurt assured the confused instructor.
"If you say so," Jack shrugged.
"I'll start," Kurt announced and cleared his throat. "Ahem, never have I ever been involved in a student/teacher relationship."
Both Charles and Jack stared at him and then at each other before taking a drink.
"Cheeky bastard," Jack muttered, but winked at Charles, whose turn it now was.
"Never have I ever," Charles started, "been an obnoxious, drunk, little, blond wanker named Kurt Nielsen."
All of them, Kurt included, laughed and the wanker in question took his punishment without complaints.
The game continued and even Jack had to admit, that it was at least a little entertaining. Both she and Charles certainly learned a few interesting things about their fellow students.
"Never have I ever kissed a girl," Seanne said when it was her turn. Reiley, Prangley and Kurt immediately raised their drinks in a toast, and a few moments later Charles remembered that he, two days ago, had kissed Jack, his first kiss. Quickly, he raised his own beer and toasted with the others. All four boys immediately spat out their beer in surprise when both Jack and Vera took a sip as well.
"Rodriguez!" Prangley shouted. "Who?"
"I don't have to tell you," Vera said and crossed her arms defiantly, "it's not part of the rules."
"Pretty please, with sugar on top," Prangley begged, his eyes as big and sparkling as a kid's on Christmas morning.
"Alright," Vera agreed, "it was with one of my friends back on Terra Nova. We got a little experimental once."
"Hot!" Prangley cheered. "Hey Nielsen, isn't your girlfriend on Terra Nova a friend of Rodriguez's?"
"She is," Kurt said and saw that Vera's face was quickly turning scarlet, "hang on! You and Maria... MY MARIA! You've.. You've kissed?"
"Once!" Vera squealed.
"Awesome!" Kurt yelled and high-fived Prangley. "You gotta do that again sometime, but this time, let me watch!"
"Perv," Vera scolded, but smiled all the same. "What about you, ma'am," she said and turned to Jack.
"You said it yourself, Rodriguez. It's not a part of the game. I don't have to tell."
"But I just told mine."
"Not my fucking problem!"
"I'm sure Magnus would like to know," Prangley said, a stupid grin on his face.
Charles really did want to know, but he kept his attention on the beer in front of him.
"Please ma'am," Rodriguez tried again, "you've already told us about your past. Kissing a girl will hardly stand out."
"So why the fuck do you want to know?"
"Ma'am, please!"
"Honestly," Jack said sincerely, "there were several, and I don't remember most of their names. Fucking bitches!"
"Well, that was exciting," Kurt deadpanned.
"I aim to please," Jack countered dryly, "no seriously, they're all probably dead by now."
"Snogged some old birds, have you, ma'am?" Kurt asked, thoroughly enjoying making Jack uncomfortable, but she didn't even blush.
"Not old, no. But I either killed them or left them to die."
The students got very quiet and just stared at her.
"Oh, they were all criminals too," Jack added with a shrug, as if that made it perfectly okay.
Kurt turned to Charles, who looked horrified. "This worries you a bit, doesn't it, mate?"
Charles slowly nodded. "A bit."
"My turn!" Jack announced, commandingly.
The tone of her voice left no doubt with the students. This conversation was over, and it was Jack's turn to say something she had never done. They had played quite a few rounds of 'never have I ever', and Charles was suspecting that Jack was running out of things she had never done.
"Never have I ever," Jack said and took a long pause before displaying a wry smile, "had an awesome teacher."
The students all laughed, but none of them drank.
"You better drink it up, you bitches!" Jack warned. They all did.
-X-X-X-
"Ouch," Kurt said at lunch, their first meal of the day.
Charles completely agreed. He too had a splitting headache from last night's drinking.
"Maybe we should try Jack's hangover method," Prangley suggested.
"Drinking more?" Charles said incredulously, "I don't think I'll be able to hold it down if I do."
"And we can't just drink in the middle of Orion Hall," Vera mumbled, her face buried in her lunch tray.
"There's still a lot of beers in my room," Charles pointed out.
"We could always try it," Kurt sighed.
"Morning," Jack said, a bit too enthusiastically, as she joined them at their table.
"Morning," Charles and his friends croaked back.
"Hangover, huh?" Jack snickered happily and looked at her students, who all looked and probably felt like shit. "I'm perfectly fine, myself. Thanks for asking."
"Glad to hear it, ma'am," Kurt sarcastically muttered, holding a glass of cold water against his forehead.
The instructor asked them to follow her to the classroom. There were a few complaints, and an argument was made that they weren't supposed to have any lessons until three hours later. Jack, however, completely silenced their grumbling by threatening to hand them over to Wolff for some unscheduled physical punishment in the gym. And so, half an hour later, the six students of the Ascension Project's advanced class were seated at their desks in the usual classroom.
"Don't look so fucking sad," Jack said from her position atop her own desk. The students, whose faces had been buried in their arms or on their desks, looked up. "I have something fun for you to do today. It may even help you with your headaches."
"How?" Seanne said, sounding utterly unconvinced that Jack would be able to entertain her, not to mention curing her hangover.
"More drinking?" Her brother huffed.
"Exactly," Jack said with a smirk and drew out a bag from under her desk. The contents of the bag gave a suspicious clinking sound as Jack rummaged through it. With a victorious grin, she withdrew a miniature bottle of liquor, vodka, if Charles guessed correctly. "I've got all sorts of good shit in here," Jack said, still smiling.
"And you want us to drink it?" Prangley asked, "just like that?"
"Well, yes and no," Jack mysteriously answered. "I want you to drink these... By the way, you probably shouldn't tell Sanders about this... But I want you to earn it first."
This seemed to pique Vera's interest. "Earn it, ma'am?"
"It's a quiz!" Jack happily announced, "I will ask you questions, and if you answer correctly, you will be rewarded with one of my little friends." She shook the bag, making the many small bottles clink. "As I said, it will be fun, educational and it may even take away your headache."
"Or make it worse," Seanne whispered.
"I'm not really sure that's a good idea, ma'am," Vera said worriedly.
"Of course it is!" Prangley cheered. As always, his mood lightened as soon as he caught the scent of competition. He never missed an opportunity to compare his own talents or wits with others.
Jack's smile broadened. "See? Prangley thinks it's a good idea!"
Kurt snorted. "That's your first and best clue, that it's probably a bad one."
Jack merely smiled at this and made herself more comfortable on top of her desk, while the students continued to look skeptical, at best, about her quiz.
"What is the quiz about?" Vera finally asked, trying to move things along.
"The questions can be about anything that has happened since I started working here," Jack explained. "Anything that I taught you, anything that I told you, about myself or otherwise."
"Interesting," Vera allowed.
"It will show me how much you've paid attention to detail," Jack continued. "Let's get this started," she rattled the bag of miniature liquors again, "I have a shitload of booze here."
"Okay, first question," the instructor began, when the students had finally abandoned all hope of not having the quiz. "What is the name of Oriana Lawson's older sister?"
"Miranda," chorused the four male students in the same dreamy tone.
"Correct!" Jack announced and threw the four boys a miniature bottle each. "Perverts!"
"Want her cup size too?" Prangley asked with a grin, catching his prize.
Before Jack could answer, Seanne had whirled around in her chair, laughing scornfully. "How could you possibly know her cup size, Prangley?"
The young man shrugged. "I'm good at assessing..." He looked at Seanne for a brief moment and then added smugly: "..Miss 34B."
"That's not..." Seanne squealed, but her complaints were belied by her flushing cheeks.
"Impressive," Kurt whispered, a huge smile on his face.
"Let's move on," Jack suggested. "You are not allowed to answer a question until you've finished the prizes, you've already won." She looked at the four males. None of them had even looked at their "rewards" yet.
"Shit! I've got batarian brandy!" Reiley complained.
"Elcor schnapps for me," Kurt said, disgusted. "Want to swap?"
"Nah, I'm good."
Charles looked at his own bottle, which was a familiar looking brand of earth-made rum. "I've got rum," he announced, feeling adventurous, "human. I'll swap with either one of you."
"Are you crazy?" Prangley said, desperately clinging to his own little bottle of Asari liquor, which must have been deemed inoffensive in comparison to what Kurt and Reiley had been handed.
Charles shrugged. "I'll try anything once."
Kurt laughed and quickly swapped his bottle of elcor schnapps with Charles' rum. "I love you, mate!"
Simultaneously, the four boys opened their bottles and downed the contents.
Charles looked around. The three others winced as they swallowed the liquor. Reiley, who was stuck with the batarian brandy, even broke out into a coughing fit, until his sister started hitting him between the shoulder blades.
At first, Charles couldn't feel anything wrong with the schnapps. It had been like taking a shot of water. Tasteless and uneventful. The elcor beverage, however, hit his head like a freight train. Ten seconds later, his eyesight started to dwindle, until he finally passed out.
"Charles!"
"Ungh.."
"Charles! Can you hear me?"
It was a familiar voice. Vera's voice.
"What happened?" Charles asked, raising his head from the desktop where it had landed. The other students looked at him with a mixture of worry and entertainment on their faces.
"Elcor schnapps," Jack said, still seated on her desk, "will cause humans to lose consciousness for a brief period of time, but at least it's completely tasteless."
"Hooray," Charles sarcastically cheered. "How long was I gone?"
"Just a few seconds."
Vera, who looked more worried than anyone else, looked at him apologetically. "We probably should have told you that that would happen."
"Would have been nice."
"He wanted to try new things," Kurt said happily, "And if he'd known, then he would have never swapped with me."
"Probably not," Charles admitted. There was a funny tingling feeling in his head, but otherwise, he was completely fine. The headache from last night's drinking was completely gone, but if that was because Jack's hangover cure was actually working, or if it was a result of the schnapps, Charles didn't know. Jack said that drinking alcohol was the solution, but maybe she ought to specify the brand of liquor to elcor schnapps, which certainly seemed to have the desired effect. Losing consciousness, however, was a considerable downside.
"Anymore of those in that bag of yours?" He asked, pointing to Jack's liquor-filled accessory.
The instructor shook her head. "That was my last one. Ready for question number two?"
The students all nodded.
-X-X-X-
It had been almost two hours, and the number of prizes, in the form of different kinds of liquor - some of rather dubious character - in Jack's bag was dwindling. The instructor had started rewarding herself with a bottle for every question correctly answered by her students, and the mood was unlike anything Charles had ever experienced in a classroom.
"Next question!" Vera demanded before emptying the bottle of American bourbon, she had just won for remembering which song had been playing while Charles tried to teach them all to dance the jitterbug.
Jack looked thoughtful for a moment. She had long since abandoned her list of planned questions. Too many of them were boring theoretical questions, and they had all agreed that it was much more fun if Jack just made up the questions.
"What was the name of the chef/plumber on the Normandy?" Jack finally asked, opening another bottle, not even bothering to check the label, before turning the bottom towards the ceiling.
"Grant!" Kurt shouted, "No, Graham!"
Jack shook her head, smiling.
"Donnelly?" Prangley tried, "No he was the engineer."
"Joker," Vera drunkenly slurred, but everybody else booed. They all knew that he was the helmsman.
Charles searched his mind, which, by now, was a haze of booze.
"Gardner!" He suddenly yelled. "Mess Sergeant Gardner!"
"Yay!" Kurt cheered and Charles received a generous round of applause from everybody, including Jack.
"There's only seven bottles left," the instructor announced, withdrawing said bottles from her bag. "I say we take one each and call it a day."
"Agreed," Kurt said, holding Vera up to stop her from keeling over, "but someone else should probably take Rodriguez' last shot."
"I volunteer!" Charles said happily. "I got the name right after all."
"Fair enough," Jack agreed and tossed him two bottles of different asari liquor.
By now, Vera was halfway asleep on her desk, but the rest of them got to their feet and raised their mini bottles.
"Cheers!"
In his drunken state, Charles could no longer register the differences in the taste of the liquids he drank, but the burning sensation in his throat was still there, and he gasped for air, and a cool drink of water, as he emptied the last bottle.
"Fun class," Prangley said, leaning back in his chair, clearly satisfied by the number of empty miniature bottles on his desk, which obviously meant that he had done fairly decent in the quiz.
"Yes," Reiley agreed, "but we'll probably end up with yet another hangover again tomorrow."
"Most likely," Seanne giggled. "Rodriguez will for sure!"
"She probably should have dumbed herself down when we were still on the theory questions," Kurt said and played with a strand of his sleeping friend's dark hair. "She really killed herself there, didn't she?"
Charles nodded distractedly, as Jack had begun collecting the empty containers from their desks. He hadn't had a chance to talk to her since their relationship, or whatever exactly it was, had been revealed to his classmates the previous evening, and to say that he was curious to hear her thoughts would be a massive understatement.
"Remember guys," Jack said seriously, "don't tell Sanders, or anybody else for that matter, that we've been doing this. It's probably not a good idea."
"I've noticed, ma'am..." Kurt answered, smiling broadly, "...that with a lot of the things - or chaps - you've been doing lately, you've wanted us to keep them a secret."
"That's right! Joke all you want, Nielsen, but do you really want to know what I'll do to you if you start blabbering?"
Kurt swallowed. "No, ma'am."
"You should consider yourself lucky that I haven't killed you already, Nielsen..." Jack calmly informed the blond student, "...talking about chaps I may or may not have been doing lately..."
"Haven't been doing lately," Charles corrected, but then realized how this could be interpreted by Jack. "Not that I'm complaining... I was just... I'm just.."
"I know," Jack said, smiling. "We'll have to do something about that, won't we?"
Charles felt his face turn completely red with embarrassment, and he was unable to speak. His classmates and Jack all laughed at him, which only cause him to turn even redder.
"You should all get back to your rooms," Jack said when the laughter had died down. "Make sure to avoid raising suspicion."
"We're in Ascension Hall," Prangley dryly remarked. "We'll have to pass right by the head director's office to get out, and all the corridors will be full of kids at this time of the afternoon."
"You'll have to act sober," Jack said, shrugging, "but if Sanders sees you, run! She'll catch on to you right away."
"She'll think we're bonkers if we just run away from her," Kurt interjected.
"I'd rather have her think that you're crazy, than finding out that I've been using alcohol to motivate you during school hours."
"Fair enough, but what about Rodriguez, ma'am?"
"Can't you wake her up, Nielsen?"
Kurt tried to bring his friend back to life, even slapped her a few times, but nothing he did had any effect. "Nah, she's gone."
"I can carry her," Prangley offered, "we can pretend that she had an accident or something."
"Not taking advantage of the situation to cop a feel, are we big guy?" Jack laughed, pointing to Vera, whose breasts were squeezed between the weight of her body and the desk. "What size are those, by the way, Mister Chest Assessment?"
"34D," Prangley calmly said in a professional tone. "I'll take Nielsen, Bellarmine and his lovely sister, Miss 34B, with me, in case I'm tempted to try anything... un-chivalrous."
"Mister Chest Assessment is a bit of an asshole," Seanne muttered and zipped up both her own and Vera's uniforms to better hide their attributes, but she agreed to follow him and the others all the same, and they quickly hurried out into the hallway, Vera's limp body casually thrown over Prangley's broad shoulder.
"You going too?" Jack asked Charles, the only remaining student, as she replaced the last empty miniature bottles in her bag.
"I'm not in a hurry," Charles said and rose from his chair. Instead, he took a seat on Jack's desk, carefully monitoring her movements, which were slightly slowed or wobbly from the two hours of drinking that had just gone by.
"Good," she said and tossed the bag on the floor. "I wanted to talk to you."
Charles was confused. He couldn't figure out if she was angry with him. Perhaps she somehow blamed him for revealing their secret to the others, but that thought was immediately killed when Jack took a few long steps to the desk where he was sat and passionately pressed her lips against his. Immediately, she forced his mouth open with her tongue, and Charles could feel her quickened breaths and taste the alcohol in her mouth, mixing with the taste of those two last bottles of asari liquor he had had.
Still sitting on the desk, he put his arms around Jack's torso and rested his hands on the small of her back. Jack deepened the kiss, becoming rather violent and actually pulling Charles' hair to make his head move the way she wanted it to.
"I thought you wanted to talk?" Charles managed to say, gasping for air, as Jack eventually pulled back a little.
"Sometimes. Girls. Say. Things. But. They. Mean. Something. Completely. Different," Jack said, kissing him deeper and deeper for each word.
"I'll try to remember that the next time you give us homework, ma'am."
"Oh, shut up, Magnus!" Jack seductively groaned and pushed him hard in the chest, making him fall back until he was lying on his back upon her desk. She didn't waste a single second jumping on top of him, and as she sat there, straddling him, Charles suddenly became very aware of his swollen manhood pressing against Jack's inner thigh. He blushed and turned his head.
"Hey!" Jack said, grabbing his chin and turning his head to face her. "You've done nothing wrong, Magnus. Frankly, I would be disappointed if your body didn't react to any of this at all."
Charles slowly nodded, but was suddenly too nervous to say anything.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this here?" Jack suggested, following Charles' nervous glance towards the classroom door.
He nodded, still too flustered to talk.
"You're nodding," Jack giggled cutely, "what's that supposed to mean? You want to do it here, or you agree that we shouldn't do it here?"
Charles nodded again, before realizing how stupid that was.
"N-not here," he managed in a stuttering whisper.
"Alright," Jack said, jumping off of him and picking up her bag of empty bottles from the floor. "I'll see you in my office at midnight. Get some sleep, sober up a bit."
Charles was just about to complain, unable to see how sobering up would make him less nervous, but on the other hand, he would rather have his first time not be one of the drunken fiascos he had heard about from Kurt and Prangley.
"Deal," he said instead, as Jack walked out the door, a seductive smile on her lips.
At least he had gotten the last word, even if he had been too nervous to speak just a minute earlier, getting the last word was always something, he childishly thought.
"See you, Magnus," Jack said, popping her head back into view at the door.
Damn it!
A/N:
Let's start out by saying how sorry I am for letting you guys wait a little longer than usually, but I'm starting my education next monday, and I also have to move, so there's a lot of shit going on in the real world for me as well.
However, I want to make it clear, that I will not abandon "Biotic Beginnings" under any circumstances, but you may experience longer intervals between updating the chapters in the near future.
With that out of the way. A few words about this chapter.
A bit of fluff, the meaning of which I've learned recently (thanks to Chevy99 for aiding a newbie like myself), in this chapter. There are some major things happening (like Charles' friends finding learning about him and Jack), but it's all wrapped in a warm blanket of fluffiness (in this case, a drinking game).
Generally, I think, a lot of drinking in this chapter, but that's not really my fault. Jack didn't give me much choice. Well, if you don't like to read about teenage drinking, this story is probably not for you (but I guess you will have decided that already), because Jack is, if not exactly a raging alcoholic, certainly not a stranger to the bliss of alcohol. Though, I realize that my characters may or may not have been intoxicated during 90 % of this chapter, I can promise you all, that won't be the case in the next chapter.
Some of you may be a bit cross with me for breaking off Jack and Charles' lovemaking on the desk. If you're in that group, you'll probably like the next chapter. *Wink Wink*
If you're thankful that I stopped it there, or maybe a bit pissed that I even went there in the first place, the next chapter might actually kill you, as I intend to make use of the "M"-rating I've given this story.
But let me know what you all think, if you think I should stay clear of those scenes (maybe because you think I'm rubbish at writing romance) please tell me so. If enough of you are against it, I will promise to at least consider doing things another way.
As always, I'd like to thank you guys for sticking with me, you are great, and I enjoy your reviews so much. If I forget to reply, you completely justified in calling me a rude bastard in your next review :)
Welcome to any new readers as well.
All of you are welcome to drop me a PM at any time with suggestions, comments, advice, questions or anything else. Reviews are greatly appreciated as well. Let me know what you think. I want to make this story the best it can be, and your critique is my greatest tool.
Phew! Lengthy "Author's note", but what can I say: I enjoy being able to write directly to you guys as well as through the characters in the story.
Peace out
- Simon