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Chapter 5
"So what's this I hear about dinner with Patrick's parents?" Terri Diaz, the AP Physics teacher asked, grinning slyly.
Sydney turned to look at her friend, surprised. "How'd you know?"
"Please Lily, gossip travels faster than you can say the word," Terri laughed, helping herself to a cup of warm coffee. She then sat down next to Sydney on the battered couch.
"So, how was it? Spill," Terri said, turning her chocolate brown eyes on Sydney.
"I'm sorry - I have to grade these papers - " Sydney hedged, although she knew Terri wasn't going to let her off the spot.
"Screw 'em. You don't always have to be so punctual and hand them back their essays the next day," Terri chided. "Well? What are you waiting for? Tell!"
"Don't make me ask Patrick," Terri warned, interrupting Sydney's protests.
Sydney relented. "Fine. It was good. His father can really cook. That's it. Now can I get back to my work?"
"What? That's it? How pathetically boring is that? C'mon Lily, you're going to tell me when he finally asks you to marry him, right?"
Sydney stared at Terri. "What makes you think that will happen?"
"Oh please. You two have been going out for years. There has to be an end to this endless dating. Either you two get married, or break up," Terri said patiently. "That's human nature. Like Newton said, things tend to stay in motion unless acted upon by an outside force. You two will keep on dating unless something happens. Obviously."
Sydney rolled her eyes. "Hm, let me guess. Newton's First Law of Motion? Inertia."
"Don't you roll your eyes at me Lily Brown," Terri scolded. "And yes, it is inertia. How'd you know?"
"Hey, just because I'm an English teacher doesn't mean I don't know my physics," Sydney joked.
"You don't want to marry Patrick, do you?" Terri said suddenly.
Sydney looked at Terri suspiciously. Thank god no one else was in the bare teacher's lounge. How could she tell? Am I that obvious? Sydney asked herself.
"Hm?" Terri prodded. "I'm not accusing you. I'm just stating things as I see them."
"You're right," Sydney admitted. "In fact, I never once thought about, well . . . being married to him. It never crossed my mind."
"My grandmother always said I had an intuition like none other. I don't know how true that is, but I can just tell that you don't love Patrick - like potential husband-wife love," Terri said quietly. "There's someone else, isn't there?"
Sydney was quiet.
Apparently, that gave Terri her answer.
"Well, it's good you don't think of him in that way. I think he's been seeing someone," Terri responded bluntly.
"What?" Sydney asked shocked, although it didn't matter much. What mattered, was her pride.
"Some woman named Gabriella Dickens. I've seen them at the movies together a couple of times. The new James Bond movie, The Ring, and um . . . another one. I don't remember," Terri offered.
The new James Bond Movie? Sydney thought angrily. She and Patrick had seen that movie together - and here he was, watching it with his other girlfriend? Patrick had said something like, "Bond is a lucky man - to have a strong yet amazingly beautiful woman." Sydney had shook the comment off as a common male comment.
"What does this Gabriella do for a living?"
"I've heard talk that she's in the FBI. I'm not sure, but all sources say that the gossip is correct," Terri stated in an official tone. "I'm sorry."
"About what?"
"Patrick. And his girlfriend. I didn't think he was the type. You know, after almost two years," Terri said apologetically.
"It's all right. I wasn't overly serious about him," Sydney shrugged it off. "But still, he didn't have to go cheating on me behind my back. He could have at least broke it off with me."
"But men don't think that way. Especially one as good-looking and charming as our Mr. James," Terri said sarcastically. "The more women they acquire, the better their status in the world."
All men except Vaughn, Sydney thought. The thought kept popping up in her brain. Not a day passed that she didn't think about Vaughn and what might have been. Vaughn was a "one-woman" person. He had good morals, great manners, a very good and attractive personality, and an extremely fine outward appearance. Yet, he was not a "player." But then again, Sydney thought remorsefully. He could have changed in these past few years.
"Well, I just wanted to give you the heads up. Hey, do you want to take up some martial arts classes? They're offering them free at the gym. It'd be a good idea if you wanted to beat Patrick senseless," Terri suggested, grinning.
Sydney laughed. "Sure."
Might as well touch up on my skills, Sydney thought. And what better to do that than with a friend?
"Great! The first class is tonight at six," Terri announced. "I'll pick you up at five forty-five?"
"OK," Sydney agreed, marking a big "92" on a neatly typed essay.
"I'll see you. Oh, and remember, wear something comfortable. Something you'd work out in," Terri said, heading out the door with her empty cup of coffee.
Patrick, Patrick, Patrick, Sydney thought. You wanted a government woman, huh? Someone who could bust a guy's chops with a gun? She gathered up the papers and stuck them in her brown binder. You don't know what you're missing, she snickered.
Sydney glanced at her watch. 3:42. School was long over, but the Teacher's Lounge was where she got most of her work done after school hours. That gave her about two hours to do nothing with.
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all done with the 5th chapter!
Chapter 5
"So what's this I hear about dinner with Patrick's parents?" Terri Diaz, the AP Physics teacher asked, grinning slyly.
Sydney turned to look at her friend, surprised. "How'd you know?"
"Please Lily, gossip travels faster than you can say the word," Terri laughed, helping herself to a cup of warm coffee. She then sat down next to Sydney on the battered couch.
"So, how was it? Spill," Terri said, turning her chocolate brown eyes on Sydney.
"I'm sorry - I have to grade these papers - " Sydney hedged, although she knew Terri wasn't going to let her off the spot.
"Screw 'em. You don't always have to be so punctual and hand them back their essays the next day," Terri chided. "Well? What are you waiting for? Tell!"
"Don't make me ask Patrick," Terri warned, interrupting Sydney's protests.
Sydney relented. "Fine. It was good. His father can really cook. That's it. Now can I get back to my work?"
"What? That's it? How pathetically boring is that? C'mon Lily, you're going to tell me when he finally asks you to marry him, right?"
Sydney stared at Terri. "What makes you think that will happen?"
"Oh please. You two have been going out for years. There has to be an end to this endless dating. Either you two get married, or break up," Terri said patiently. "That's human nature. Like Newton said, things tend to stay in motion unless acted upon by an outside force. You two will keep on dating unless something happens. Obviously."
Sydney rolled her eyes. "Hm, let me guess. Newton's First Law of Motion? Inertia."
"Don't you roll your eyes at me Lily Brown," Terri scolded. "And yes, it is inertia. How'd you know?"
"Hey, just because I'm an English teacher doesn't mean I don't know my physics," Sydney joked.
"You don't want to marry Patrick, do you?" Terri said suddenly.
Sydney looked at Terri suspiciously. Thank god no one else was in the bare teacher's lounge. How could she tell? Am I that obvious? Sydney asked herself.
"Hm?" Terri prodded. "I'm not accusing you. I'm just stating things as I see them."
"You're right," Sydney admitted. "In fact, I never once thought about, well . . . being married to him. It never crossed my mind."
"My grandmother always said I had an intuition like none other. I don't know how true that is, but I can just tell that you don't love Patrick - like potential husband-wife love," Terri said quietly. "There's someone else, isn't there?"
Sydney was quiet.
Apparently, that gave Terri her answer.
"Well, it's good you don't think of him in that way. I think he's been seeing someone," Terri responded bluntly.
"What?" Sydney asked shocked, although it didn't matter much. What mattered, was her pride.
"Some woman named Gabriella Dickens. I've seen them at the movies together a couple of times. The new James Bond movie, The Ring, and um . . . another one. I don't remember," Terri offered.
The new James Bond Movie? Sydney thought angrily. She and Patrick had seen that movie together - and here he was, watching it with his other girlfriend? Patrick had said something like, "Bond is a lucky man - to have a strong yet amazingly beautiful woman." Sydney had shook the comment off as a common male comment.
"What does this Gabriella do for a living?"
"I've heard talk that she's in the FBI. I'm not sure, but all sources say that the gossip is correct," Terri stated in an official tone. "I'm sorry."
"About what?"
"Patrick. And his girlfriend. I didn't think he was the type. You know, after almost two years," Terri said apologetically.
"It's all right. I wasn't overly serious about him," Sydney shrugged it off. "But still, he didn't have to go cheating on me behind my back. He could have at least broke it off with me."
"But men don't think that way. Especially one as good-looking and charming as our Mr. James," Terri said sarcastically. "The more women they acquire, the better their status in the world."
All men except Vaughn, Sydney thought. The thought kept popping up in her brain. Not a day passed that she didn't think about Vaughn and what might have been. Vaughn was a "one-woman" person. He had good morals, great manners, a very good and attractive personality, and an extremely fine outward appearance. Yet, he was not a "player." But then again, Sydney thought remorsefully. He could have changed in these past few years.
"Well, I just wanted to give you the heads up. Hey, do you want to take up some martial arts classes? They're offering them free at the gym. It'd be a good idea if you wanted to beat Patrick senseless," Terri suggested, grinning.
Sydney laughed. "Sure."
Might as well touch up on my skills, Sydney thought. And what better to do that than with a friend?
"Great! The first class is tonight at six," Terri announced. "I'll pick you up at five forty-five?"
"OK," Sydney agreed, marking a big "92" on a neatly typed essay.
"I'll see you. Oh, and remember, wear something comfortable. Something you'd work out in," Terri said, heading out the door with her empty cup of coffee.
Patrick, Patrick, Patrick, Sydney thought. You wanted a government woman, huh? Someone who could bust a guy's chops with a gun? She gathered up the papers and stuck them in her brown binder. You don't know what you're missing, she snickered.
Sydney glanced at her watch. 3:42. School was long over, but the Teacher's Lounge was where she got most of her work done after school hours. That gave her about two hours to do nothing with.
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all done with the 5th chapter!
