Chapter 4
Serena turned around, and said, "What's it to you?" Yvonne moved in front of her, and smiled.
"Look, outside of Rachel, it's safe to say that all the females in this room are attracted to Stanton. So out with it!"
Serena rolled her eyes, then sat up. "I can't describe it!"
Rachel shook her arm, and said, "Then at least tell us what you did!" Serena's jaw dropped, and she turned to Rachel.
"Why should I? He's your brother for God's sake!"
"So? I can't tell you guys about Tym, because sex is too personal. And I would share that with you guys any day." Serena suddenly felt a twinge of guilt. If she should be having this conversation with anyone, it should be her real friends, not followers that just happened to be the people she was fighting against, as well as her boyfriends' sister and friends.
"You would, I wouldn't." Serena retorted.
"Serena, look," shifting from her spot on the bed, Yvonne took a pillow, and while hugging it, she spoke to Serena in a serious tone. "Just because you tell us something before your real friends, doesn't mean you've betrayed them. You can tell the others details that you don't tell us, just give us the shell." Serena bit her lip. It still could be considered betrayal, giving someone else knowledge your friends don't have.
Serena purposely flipped her hair, and moved the collar of her shirt, revealing the hickey. Cassandra's mouth opened with a smile, and she sat up eagerly. Not wanting to say the words herself, she opened her mind, and after they all read about the cession, it was a racket. Rachel covered her mouth, trying to stifle the furious laugh in her throat. "Oh my God!"
Serena spread her arms. "What?" Kelly rolled about, and explained.
"It's just so unexpected that a little virgin like you would be into dry sex."
Serena crossed her arms, and settled back pensively. "I found it hard to believe myself. I mean, lately he and I have been...quite...passionate. It's like we're becoming sex maniacs."
Rachel looked over, and sighed. "Maybe it's the joy of living."
"Yeah," stated Cass, playing with her hair. "I mean, Stanton came pretty close to death the other night. It's just the cherishing fact that he belongs to you, and that he's alive."
She shook her head. "Stanton's been close to death plenty of times, and while we may get a little closer at those times, we've never been this close to sex before, even though it was something we decided on together."
Kelly played with her sweatshirt, then said tentatively, "Maybe it's the Atrox."
Serena looked up. "I thought about that, but what could it want by driving us closer together?"
She shrugged, and said, "It's just a thought."
"Somebody's up to something." Rachel said, her temple resting on her fist.
After a short silence, Serena turned to Yvonne, and asked, "Where're the guys?"
Kelly grabbed the controller, and turned on the TV. "Downstairs. Stanton said he wanted to talk to Tymmie for a few minutes." Serena and Rachel grew still.
"Did he say why?" Rachel asked worriedly. Cassandra shook her head, and shoved a fistful of popcorn in her mouth.
Rachel turned to Serena nervously, and not knowing what else she could do, Serena shrugged. Rachel licked her lips, then bit them, and turned to the TV. After thirty minutes, a knock came to the door, and Rachel shouted, "What's the password?"
"It's Tymmie." he said behind the door. Rachel lunged forward, and turned off the TV.
"Hey!" Cassandra protested.
Tymmie walked in, and slid the door shut behind him. Rachel got off the bed, accidently stepping on Kelly's back. "Ow!" She grabbed his hands, and started asking questions at a mile a minute.
"What did he say? Where is he now? Why didn't you call me down there? Did you fight? He—" Tymmie put a finger over her mouth, stopping her chatter.
"We just talked a little. Man to man, and teacher to pupil; that's all. He's in his room packing, and we didn't call you down because this was something between him and I. Serena?" She perked up, and Tymmie nodded to the door.
"Stanton said you can help now." he said, and gallantly opened the door for her. She got off the bed, thanked Tymmie, affectionately punched a bemused Rachel, then walked out the door. Walking across the wide hallway, she listened to the distinct sounds of a pillow fight from Rachel's room. Mildly chuckling, she opened Stanton's door to find an empty suitcase lying out on the large bed, along with a small overnight bag.
Stanton wasn't anywhere in sight, so she asked, "Is this Stanton's room, or are you using magic on me?"
Stanton suddenly came out of his bathroom, carrying some of his toiletries. "This is Stanton's room," he said, stuffing the articles into his overnight bag. "He's currently unavailable, so please leave your name after the tone." Serena smiled, and walked over, hands behind her back.
"What makes you unavailable?"
Stanton retreated back into the bathroom, and said, "I can't find the damn Head and Shoulders. Rachel probably has it in her bathroom." The door suddenly knocked, and without waiting for a reply, Cassandra poked her head in.
"Rachel says she's sorry, she'll buy some more." She tossed Serena the tall, round bottle, and shut the door. Serena looked up, at Stanton who was standing in the bathroom doorway.
"Pure coincidence, I'm sure."
Grinning, she tossed him the bottle, and he tossed it into his overnight bag. Serena looked into the bathroom, paused, then stepped in. Her jaw dropped at the elaborate bathroom. "It's like a five star hotel."
Stanton looked up from his drawer, and shrugged. "Looks modest to me." The tub was a large Jacuzzi, big enough for two, maybe three, with three shower heads. A white toilet, double sinks with black marble and tall mirrors. Modest indeed.
Stanton grabbed his razor and adaptor, then came back out, and unzipped the outer compartment of the bag. Serena rubbed her forearm behind her back uncomfortably. "So...what do you want me to do?" He zipped his bag shut, then looked at her. Her hands clamped tighter together at the fire in his eye. They burned with that same emotion that she had seen this morning, only now, it was far more readable.
Determined desire. Her stomach quivered, then flip-flopped. She looked down, cleared her throat, then felt him enter her mind. What was he looking for? She followed his path, but just as she thought they found it, his spirit disappeared from her mind. He spread out his large suitcase, and said, "Can you check my wardrobe for the black and white plaid jacket?" She nodded, and walked to it, and smiled anew at it's contents.
His wardrobe arrangement was really opposite his personality. A true mess, the first mess that she had ever found about him. He was always clean, sensitive, mysterious, and a hint of a darker, wild side. As she came back with the jacket in her hands, she folded it, then handed it to him. She wiped off the bed practically, but there was nothing practical about Stanton's next words. "Wanna come to Europe with me?"
Serena turned around, and said, "What's it to you?" Yvonne moved in front of her, and smiled.
"Look, outside of Rachel, it's safe to say that all the females in this room are attracted to Stanton. So out with it!"
Serena rolled her eyes, then sat up. "I can't describe it!"
Rachel shook her arm, and said, "Then at least tell us what you did!" Serena's jaw dropped, and she turned to Rachel.
"Why should I? He's your brother for God's sake!"
"So? I can't tell you guys about Tym, because sex is too personal. And I would share that with you guys any day." Serena suddenly felt a twinge of guilt. If she should be having this conversation with anyone, it should be her real friends, not followers that just happened to be the people she was fighting against, as well as her boyfriends' sister and friends.
"You would, I wouldn't." Serena retorted.
"Serena, look," shifting from her spot on the bed, Yvonne took a pillow, and while hugging it, she spoke to Serena in a serious tone. "Just because you tell us something before your real friends, doesn't mean you've betrayed them. You can tell the others details that you don't tell us, just give us the shell." Serena bit her lip. It still could be considered betrayal, giving someone else knowledge your friends don't have.
Serena purposely flipped her hair, and moved the collar of her shirt, revealing the hickey. Cassandra's mouth opened with a smile, and she sat up eagerly. Not wanting to say the words herself, she opened her mind, and after they all read about the cession, it was a racket. Rachel covered her mouth, trying to stifle the furious laugh in her throat. "Oh my God!"
Serena spread her arms. "What?" Kelly rolled about, and explained.
"It's just so unexpected that a little virgin like you would be into dry sex."
Serena crossed her arms, and settled back pensively. "I found it hard to believe myself. I mean, lately he and I have been...quite...passionate. It's like we're becoming sex maniacs."
Rachel looked over, and sighed. "Maybe it's the joy of living."
"Yeah," stated Cass, playing with her hair. "I mean, Stanton came pretty close to death the other night. It's just the cherishing fact that he belongs to you, and that he's alive."
She shook her head. "Stanton's been close to death plenty of times, and while we may get a little closer at those times, we've never been this close to sex before, even though it was something we decided on together."
Kelly played with her sweatshirt, then said tentatively, "Maybe it's the Atrox."
Serena looked up. "I thought about that, but what could it want by driving us closer together?"
She shrugged, and said, "It's just a thought."
"Somebody's up to something." Rachel said, her temple resting on her fist.
After a short silence, Serena turned to Yvonne, and asked, "Where're the guys?"
Kelly grabbed the controller, and turned on the TV. "Downstairs. Stanton said he wanted to talk to Tymmie for a few minutes." Serena and Rachel grew still.
"Did he say why?" Rachel asked worriedly. Cassandra shook her head, and shoved a fistful of popcorn in her mouth.
Rachel turned to Serena nervously, and not knowing what else she could do, Serena shrugged. Rachel licked her lips, then bit them, and turned to the TV. After thirty minutes, a knock came to the door, and Rachel shouted, "What's the password?"
"It's Tymmie." he said behind the door. Rachel lunged forward, and turned off the TV.
"Hey!" Cassandra protested.
Tymmie walked in, and slid the door shut behind him. Rachel got off the bed, accidently stepping on Kelly's back. "Ow!" She grabbed his hands, and started asking questions at a mile a minute.
"What did he say? Where is he now? Why didn't you call me down there? Did you fight? He—" Tymmie put a finger over her mouth, stopping her chatter.
"We just talked a little. Man to man, and teacher to pupil; that's all. He's in his room packing, and we didn't call you down because this was something between him and I. Serena?" She perked up, and Tymmie nodded to the door.
"Stanton said you can help now." he said, and gallantly opened the door for her. She got off the bed, thanked Tymmie, affectionately punched a bemused Rachel, then walked out the door. Walking across the wide hallway, she listened to the distinct sounds of a pillow fight from Rachel's room. Mildly chuckling, she opened Stanton's door to find an empty suitcase lying out on the large bed, along with a small overnight bag.
Stanton wasn't anywhere in sight, so she asked, "Is this Stanton's room, or are you using magic on me?"
Stanton suddenly came out of his bathroom, carrying some of his toiletries. "This is Stanton's room," he said, stuffing the articles into his overnight bag. "He's currently unavailable, so please leave your name after the tone." Serena smiled, and walked over, hands behind her back.
"What makes you unavailable?"
Stanton retreated back into the bathroom, and said, "I can't find the damn Head and Shoulders. Rachel probably has it in her bathroom." The door suddenly knocked, and without waiting for a reply, Cassandra poked her head in.
"Rachel says she's sorry, she'll buy some more." She tossed Serena the tall, round bottle, and shut the door. Serena looked up, at Stanton who was standing in the bathroom doorway.
"Pure coincidence, I'm sure."
Grinning, she tossed him the bottle, and he tossed it into his overnight bag. Serena looked into the bathroom, paused, then stepped in. Her jaw dropped at the elaborate bathroom. "It's like a five star hotel."
Stanton looked up from his drawer, and shrugged. "Looks modest to me." The tub was a large Jacuzzi, big enough for two, maybe three, with three shower heads. A white toilet, double sinks with black marble and tall mirrors. Modest indeed.
Stanton grabbed his razor and adaptor, then came back out, and unzipped the outer compartment of the bag. Serena rubbed her forearm behind her back uncomfortably. "So...what do you want me to do?" He zipped his bag shut, then looked at her. Her hands clamped tighter together at the fire in his eye. They burned with that same emotion that she had seen this morning, only now, it was far more readable.
Determined desire. Her stomach quivered, then flip-flopped. She looked down, cleared her throat, then felt him enter her mind. What was he looking for? She followed his path, but just as she thought they found it, his spirit disappeared from her mind. He spread out his large suitcase, and said, "Can you check my wardrobe for the black and white plaid jacket?" She nodded, and walked to it, and smiled anew at it's contents.
His wardrobe arrangement was really opposite his personality. A true mess, the first mess that she had ever found about him. He was always clean, sensitive, mysterious, and a hint of a darker, wild side. As she came back with the jacket in her hands, she folded it, then handed it to him. She wiped off the bed practically, but there was nothing practical about Stanton's next words. "Wanna come to Europe with me?"