Thanks for all the reviews people! So nice :) I'll be gone from Thursday until Sunday (3rd till 6th) for a band tour. *stamps geek on her forehead* Yup, so, I thought I'd get this up before I left. Enjoy! A LOT more stuff happens in this one :) Well, it at least sets stuff up q: ß for ccamb ;)
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"Alright class. Here's your first quiz." Monica announced, handing out the pieces of paper. "It's just a review of what we've done in the last few days, if you've been here, you should know it all." She passed it out to the last group and said, " If you have any questions, just raise your hand and I'll come over."
Monica walked back to her desk as the room quieted down. She used this time to plan out her next week's lessons. Every few minutes, she looked up, scanning the room for any waving hands. The third time she did so, she saw a boy by the name of Lewis reluctantly raise his hand without looking up.
"Yes?" Monica asked, as she walked over.
"Um, what am I supposed to do here?" He asked, indicating to a particular part of the quiz.
"Well, Lewis, you fill in the blanks."
"But, but, there's no word bank!"
"You're not in 10 anymore. You don't need us to tell you to attend class and pay attention when you do."
"But I DO attend class! I just missed…all of these ones." Lewis' voice trailed off, admitting defeat. He groaned and turned to face his paper again. "Damnit, I need this mark."
"Watch your language Lew."
"Whatever." He shook his head and turned back to his almost blank test.
As she returned back to her desk, another hand caught her eye.
"Yes Colby?"
His eyes never left hers as his mouth seemed to speak on its own accord. "Do you have an eraser I could borrow?"
Monica couldn't hold back the giggle that came out. She glanced down at his sheet. "I do, but I don't think it will do you any good…" He too adverted his eyes to his quiz, and realized it was written in blue pen, and not the erasable kind.
"Oh! I, uh, I always do my quizzes in pencil!" He blinked his eyes and shook his head as if to clear it. "Well, uh, do you have any white-out I could use?"
"Sure thing." She walked calmly to her desk and back, all the while trying not to burst. "Here you are. Bring it back when you hand in your test."
"Will do." He smiled gratefully at her, and felt something within him flutter when she smiled back. "Thanks."
"No problem."
She walked back to her desk, and if she had turned around, she would have seen his eyes followed her there.
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Chandler felt suddenly aware that he had been staring at his black computer screen since he came back from lunch. That was 12:30. And now it was 4:00. He felt himself blink as his screen switched back on from 'sleeping'.
"I may as well be sleeping. I'm not doing anything here." He mumbled out loud.
"What did you say Bing?" Exclaimed Doug, his boss. "You're not working?"
"Oh, I meant, the program I'm using wasn't doing anything!" He said, quickly covering for himself.
Doug walked over to the side of his desk, "3D-pinball version 4.7 isn't doing the work you want?! What a surprise!"
Chandler's head spun to his computer screen, and saw that, indeed, he was on level 11 of his new pinball game. "I was playing that during lunch!" If I have to keep this up any longer, he's going to be able to tell I'm lying by the SWEAT!
"Oh, okay." Doug answered, "At least it's not porn. Not like I do that myself or anything," He continued, flustered, "I'm married! 6 years!" He hurried out before Chandler could supply a sarcastic comment to make him feel worse.
A smile spread across his face in amusement. The look turned to disgust as he imagined…
"Eww…" He shuddered. "20 levels to go before I beat my old record…" Staring at his screen, frantically pressing the proper keys on his keyboard.
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He had never walked so fast to a presumed detention. He reached her door and knocked politely.
"Hey Colby! Come on in."
He did so, walking ever so cautiously, as if he were tiptoeing past sleeping babies.
"You wanted to see me after school…? I didn't fail my quiz did I?!"
"Oh, gosh, that's not it! In fact, I think you got perfect. Before you get too happy, however, here," she said, handing him his fake note, "I was wondering, did your father actually compose this note?"
Panic washed over Colby's body, "Um…" His voice faltered as he contemplated to lie again. Lying was something that came easily to him, but it didn't seem to be the case here. "No, he didn't"
"Mm, didn't think so. May I ask why, then, you lied about it? And worse, forged his signature?"
"Because I didn't want to get in trouble?" He answered, aware of how lame it seemed.
"Mmhmm," Monica nodded, noting the unsure tone of his voice. "I'm assuming you realize you get in more trouble if you lie, than if you forget, yes?"
"Yes."
"Good. Then let this be a lesson. Next time, you won't be so lucky."
A grin spread across Colby's face, as he suddenly felt the urge to hug her. Giving in, he wrapped his arms around her. Unprepared, Monica was almost knocked over by the force of his passion.
"Thank you!" He exclaimed, "You've got be one of the best teachers in this school! Hell, the best!"
Overwhelmed by his enthusiasm, all Monica could utter was, "Thank you."
She watched as he bounded out the door.
"What happened there?" She wondered aloud.
As Colby reached the hallway, he immediately registered what had happened.
"What the hell happened there?!"
~*~
Chandler surpassed level 30 and was halfway done 31 when his secretary, Helen, paged him through the intercom on his phone.
"Mr. Bing, you have a call on line 3."
"Thank you Helen. Could you have them hold?" He heard a 2 beeps as Helen switched lines and back.
"They say it's urgent."
"Oh," Chandler paused his game. "Alright. Thank you." Picking up the phone, he uttered his greeting.
"Hello, Mr. Bing speaking."
"Um, Chandler?"
"Yes, that's me. Chandler Bing. Not quite as catchy as James Bond, but what can you say." He felt himself smile as the woman on the other end of the line laughed. "Who's this? One of my bond girls?"
Monica would have been scared away if she wasn't so turned on by the sound of his voice. "You choice, Bond."
They both paused, and silence over took the conversation.
"So, who is this?!" Chandler asked, finally giving in to his curiosity.
Another laugh escaped. "Let's just say, this would be illegal if you were my student." She flirted.
"Monica?!!" He felt an unsuspected wave of pleasure flow through him as he registered the potential meaning of this call. "Hi! How are you?"
"I'm doing just fine."
"Uh oh," Chandler muttered, realizing the naïve thought he had, "Did you call to report something about my son?"
Embarrassed by what happened just a few hours ago, she decided not to let him know. "Oh, no, no. I was just, uh, using your phone number to my advantage." She felt unwillingly shy, yet thrilled, just talking to him. "Well, I shouldn't take full advantage of such a good thing…"
He understood what she implied, "So, you're not free in the daytime huh?" They both laughed. "How about-" Chandler suddenly felt his voice catch in his throat. Never had he asked a woman out before, and he wanted the first time to be in person. Somehow, this felt right. He cleared his throat, "How about, Saturday night? I think Colby's gone then too…" He trailed off, then realized what he implied. "Oh, my gosh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to –"
Monica laughed again. He was so cute when he was flustered, even over the phone. "It's okay Chandler."
Those three words left everything up in the air.
Chandler felt nervous beads of sweat form on his hairline. He cleared his throat again, "Saturday it is. I'll look you up and pick you up around…6?"
Monica grinned from ear to ear, "That sounds great! I'll see you then."
"Alright. I'll talk to you later."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Chandler could barely keep his grip on the phone; his hands were sweating non-stop. He couldn't help but let out a woop of excitement.
Hanging up the phone, Monica felt the need to dance around her apartment.
Saturday couldn't come sooner.
~*~
"Hey, Col, you okay?" Dan asked.
"Yeah, sure."
"I don't believe you man. I'm wooping your ass at Tony Hawk. I never do that!"
"I'm just tired."
"Yeah right. Whatever. Want something to eat?"
"Sure."
The boys made their way over to Dan's kitchen and he pulled some stuff out of their pantry. "This, or that?"
"That."
Dan tossed the box of mini donuts onto the table and went to get them each a box of juice.
When they both sat down, Dan asked him again. "Seriously. What's going on?! I know you didn't score, you'd been raving about that long before. So, what's wrong?"
"You wouldn't understand." Colby answered, trying to avoid the subject.
"Try me."
Dan looked so sincere. He was his best friend…
"Have you ever had feelings for someone you…well, weren't supposed to?"
"You mean, like…a guy?!"
"Oh, no, God no. I mean, someone who's too young, or too old."
"Well, a few of those youngens at our school, other than that, no. Why?"
"I, well, I think I like one of the teachers at our school…" He trailed off. He had said it. He let out a huge sigh.
"Dude, you're not in love with her or anything are you?! I mean, you do have a girlfriend."
"I know I do!" His tone was defensive, "No, I don't think I love her."
"Then you're fine!"
"I guess." Dan always had a point, be it stupid or smart.
"By the way, it's that Ms. Geller isn't it?"
"Yeah…" He let out a another sigh.
"She's got a nice piece of ass."
"It's just not a nice ass she has…she's nice too, and caring…"
"Whoa, dude. Okaaay."
"I'll stop."
"Good. Want to play some Dead or Alive beach volleyball? Maybe that'll take your mind off of her."
"Sure." Colby dragged himself out of his chair and followed Dan to the living room. This better be over soon, or I might just go insane.
Well, what do you guys think?! Please leave me a review! I want my mailbox flooded! (And hopefully not by junk mail, or just one person q: )
I'm writing WAY more than I had planned at first, so this is probably going to be pretty long…Enjoy!