Katie got up the next morning somewhat frazzled. They'd gotten to bed extremely late, and the alarm had sounded much too early for her taste. Dragging a brush through her rumpled, morning-after looking hair, she made an icky face at the mirror. Stupid mornings. Throwing on a random black spaghetti strap over her lime green bra (so that it showed both lacy green bits and cleavage) she threw on her favorite, tight jeans, & matching lime green knee socks, before wandering down to her first class, having missed breakfast. (And making a mental note never to let Nicole reset the alarm again).

When Katie entered the first class of the day (which happened to be history, bleck . ) she went to sit next to Nicole, who sat fairly close to the teacher's desk. Their normal teacher of History, a man who could teleport anywhere in the blink of an eye and a puff of blue smoke, was out sick with the flu. Their substitute was a sleepy, rumpled, and somewhat hung over Scott, who groggily told them to just sit quietly and take notes from the chapter.

Unfortunately for poor Scott's pounding headache, the students all immediately assumed that they pretty much had a free period. So they all began to chatter rather noisily about nothing in particular... a few subjects that popped up were the dance... and the latest scandal about Logan. "I heard he nearly banged one of the students... can you believe that! And he didn't know who it was because it was dark!"

Nicole groaned some, hiding her face in a convenient notebook (which happened to be upside down, not that she noticed). Katie patted her reassuringly. "Nicole, its ok... No one else has to know," she whispered gently, leaning forward.

Scott, who was sitting at the desk staring off into space, was brought crashing back to earth as Katie unknowingly flashed him more cleavage than she would have wanted to. Groaning in shame, Scott let his head on the table with a loud thud.

A few of the student's heads turned to seek the source of the noise. There came a few whispers of " Is he asleep!" and "He must have a hang over... poor guy... he had to chaperone... must have had one drink too many..." Sighing, Scott picked his head up gingerly and the muttering immediately died away and students busily picked up their previous conversations. Scott's eyes roamed over to Katie again, taking in the red highlights in her hair, and the soft, creamy pale complexion. It's bad enough having erotic dreams about her... but... to go and have touched her thighs and panties in real life is totally different...he mentally sighed, letting his shoulders sag and his eyes longingly drink in more and more of Katie.

Katie, completely unaware of her observer, proved to be a good model. Tossing her hair to one side she leaned her head on one hand, stretching out her neck, and dropped her hand to rest on her thigh, enticingly. She continued the whispered conversation with Nicole, who looked thoroughly miserable (as usual).

Scott tried to tear his eyes away, really not wanting to be so damn obvious, but found he could not. It wouldn't do him any good if he got all turned on in class, but she was too pretty not to look at... (or think about)... Sighing, poor Scott allowed himself the least bit of pleasure as he continued to stare (in his opinion) quite openly in Katie's direction. And, however inconvenient the circumstances, it wasn't exactly his fault that he was close enough to over hear her conversation with Nicole. He saw Nicole grin for the first time all morning.

"Ooohhh... Katie let someone other than her precious Arch touch her? Never mind fondle her most prized panties that she saves for special occasions... that's Naughty..." Nicole teased, smirking as Katie blushed beet red.

Katie twitched some. "Well... I really hadn't planned on letting him touch them... but I got carried away!" She defended. "I mean, it was dark & hot &... well... It felt good, alright?" she exclaimed, blushing (if possible) even deeper. Nicole just laughed, ticking off Katie further. "Well, at least I wasn't letting a teacher fondle me!" Katie squeaked, irrationally.

The smile slipped from Nicole's face rather quickly, replaced by a slightly eerie haunted look.. As if even her own emotion over the matter being discussed disturbed her. Scott smiled slightly bitterly. Logan certainly has made and impression on our dear Nicole... and I'm not at all entirely sure whether it's a bad or a rather arousing one for her... The haunted look disappeared as well, and Nicole frowned. "It's not like you would know... whether or not it were a teacher or not... as it was dark... and he left before you could even see his face..." she declared self-righteously.

Katie answered quicker than she should, obviously having thought this over already. "Well, the only other teacher there was Scott, and even if he wasn't outside I don't think he'd be the type to feel up random girls in the dark." Scott, listening, nearly started laughing at this... oh, it was too much! Her, defending him!

Nicole continued to grin, sensing their teacher's attention. He was listening to their conversation... and the thought that she had just come upon was quite curious indeed... "You don't think so?" she challenged, quirking a brow. Katie blushed as Scott jumped slightly, hearing Nicole's amused voice in the back of his mind. 'Just what naughty things have you been up to eh, Scottie?' he could almost hear the smirk in her voice as it mocked him. However, that was the only thing that she said to him, though he could have sworn that he saw her raise her eyebrows in his direction. Scott tried not to panic, wishing that Nicole had picked a better time to invade his mind... he had private things in here! Like his dream... and the dance... and all the things he'd thought in between. It was one thing if he told someone, it was entirely another to go snooping in his head! Get out of my mind, Nicole. He admonished firmly.

Katie apparently missed that Nicole was asking someone else. "No, of course he wouldn't. He's a good person. You know, unlike Logan?" She wasn't sure why she felt she had to defend him, or if it had to do with wanting him to have been her mysterious stranger...

Nicole grinned broadly. "Yes, I'm quite aware of Scott's abundance of a moral center and Logan's lack thereof... but that still doesn't dismiss the fact that every man has undeniable... needs... you know... like the need to have something warm and soft wrapped up in his arms..." she pretended to gush in a mushy dramatized voice. She fluttered her eyelashes dramatically, and couldn't help but flash a knowing grin in Scott's direction. Don't deny that you know that I know what you did to Katie last night Scott...

Katie squirmed a bit uncomfortably, as there was no way she could prove Nicole wrong. There was also a part of her that was extremely confused as to whether she wanted to be that warm, soft thing wrapped up in Arch's or Scott's arms... Tingling a bit at both ideas, unsure which was better, she did not reply.

Get out of my head! Scott repeated, trying desperately to think of anything but Katie. Or I'll think about something you really won't want to see!

'Oh really? Hmmmm.' ,was the teasing answer and Scott couldn't help but mentally kick himself. That was a stupid thing to suggest! Frowning, Scott turned to look at Nicole, who was purposefully avoiding his eye, despite the broad grin that slowly invaded her face.

Dammit Nicole, I'm not exactly in the mood for this right now! He snapped mentally sighing in exasperation. He liked Nicole well enough... but it was sure as hell annoying when she chose to be a tease about something that he was trying to deny, when he clearly had a bad, pounding headache.

Well, excuuuuuse me. came the response, though the amused tone never left her voice. Clearly, she was thoroughly enjoying this. It was after all, an amusing way to spend her study period.

Wanting to glare at her but not wanting to give Nicole any reason to explain the situation to the entirely oblivious Katie, Scott put his head in his hands and gingerly rubbed his temples. So... have anything else interesting in here? Nicole asked, sounding like she was mentally grinning. Think about her much?

Thinking as hard as he could about blank white sheets of paper, Scott preformed the mental equivalent of sticking his fingers in his ears and chanting 'la la la la I can't hear you.'

Rolling her eyes Nicole allowed him one more statement from her before she left his head. 'Oh, that's mature...haha...sorry Scott... I can't help it. I'm bored, I'm a teenager, and I have nothing else better to do with my life than nosing into what is clearly your business... but if I catch you drooling openly in Katie's direction, I feel that it is my civic duty to beat you to a pulp'. With this said, she closed the mental door with a satisfying snap.

Finding the idea of Nicole beating him to a pulp rather amusing, Scott looked up and caught entirely serious eye contact with Nicole. Katie, realizing that there was a reason no one was talking to her, also eyed her friend, though a whole lot more suspiciously.

"Nicole, are you talking to someone?" She asked petulantly, at being left out of something.

Nicole jumped, and her insides gave a guilty little squirm at having left out her best friend. Though, it would have raised more than Katie's eyebrows if Nicole were to suddenly start discussing openly the fact that, she knew it was Scott who had played so naughtily with Katie's undergarments the previous night. "No, just... day dreaming..." she mumbled dismissively, not giving Scott the satisfaction of being outwardly embarrassed about being caught talking to him mentally.

Katie smirked, " Oh really, about whom...?"

"WHAT!"

"You were daydreaming about someone, obviously. But whom...?" Katie's smirk widened. She could be nice, and leave this with a comment about Bobby, or she could be really mean about this...

"I was NOT!" Nicole protested, stuck.

"Was it about the way you felt all warm and soft wrapped in Logan's arms with his hands up your skirt?"

Nicole gaped at her like a goldfish, opening and closing her mouth, speechless. The blush that rose on her cheeks, she assured herself, was from anger not embarrassment. " I.. what? No. why would I..." Nicole spluttered unintelligibly. Why would she daydream about that? Even so, the truth was that she hadn't been daydreaming at all... but even the suggestion of her willingly daydreaming about Logan's dirty, devilish,( big, warm, and tender.. her subconscious added, )gross hands up her skirt and touching her more.. private areas was extremely embarrassing if not very rude..

"Why? Because you liked it, obviously..." Katie replied as though this was obvious. "That's why you let him, wasn't it?"

"That... that was before... before I knew..." Nicole protested.

"You see, girls have undeniable needs, you know. Like being warm and soft wrapped in a pair of big, strong arms..." Katie continued, grinning wickedly.

With some reluctance, Nicole subconsciously agreed. The way she had felt in Logan's arms before she had come to realize it was him had definitely filled that need, if not for a short while. 'And that's why,' the sly voice at the back of her head chuckled, 'You so willingly let a stranger touch you like that. Even though you'd never even seen his face. Let alone learn his name...' Nicole let a ragged breath exhale through her clenched teeth with a hiss. She narrowed her eyes angrily at Katie's wicked, grinning face. " Ooooh... you're evil..." she muttered resentfully.

Katie grinned good spiritedly, holding her hands up in mock defeat, "Hey, don't look at me... I wasn't the evil one who had his hands up your decidedly short skirt." she laughed at Nicole's completely flabbergasted look.

Nicole blushed a deeper shade of crimson. " I didn't know it was him alright!" she squealed, gesticulating wildly. It wasn't her fault dammit! Why oh, why did Logan have to be such a great, big, pervert that he needed to go and feel up random girls he didn't even know in dark nightclubs!

Scott muffled a laugh, trying not to let on that he was still listening to their conversation. He'd liked how neatly Katie had skewered Nicole on that point, and had nearly laughed again as she'd admitted she was evil. Oh, yes, she really is evil to tempt me so... He thought, wondering how Katie would reply if pressured on how she'd felt with him touching her beneath her skirt... Guiltily, he almost willed Nicole to push the point. He wanted very dearly to know what sort of effect he had had on his attractive student. Wistfully, he almost wished he had the power to read minds as Nicole did. For he surely knew how he had felt about the whole ordeal... as the memory of her soft skin, like heated velvet beneath his willing fingers, tortured him so.

Nicole smirked as if pleased by a sudden, (and what looked) evil notion. "Well Katie, do tell... is it much more pleasant to have your mystery-man disappear after having fondling your underwear so eagerly with his deft, hot fingers?" she whispered, adding a husky, teasing undertone to her voice as she made a face that was clearly meant to look like a girl very close to orgasm.

A very flattering, but very red flush rushed up Katie's cheeks. "Nicole!" she hissed, and Scott was sure that Katie flicked an anxious glance in his direction, "Not so loud!"

Nicole, knowing full well Scott was listening and glad he was, changed her orgasm-face to a grin even evil-er than Katie had. "Was it any better with him leaving you all hot and bothered? Leading you on like that, without even kissing you good night?"

Katie shivered. She had hoped that her mysterious stranger would have lingered longer... Blushing deeper, she did not reply, but her answer was written on her face.

Nicole greatly fought the bubble of near insane laughter that threatened to break the surface. Even though it made her guilty to see Katie glare resentfully at her, it gave her a great sense of satisfaction to see the deep red blush on Katie's face. It was payback for Katie teasing her, and Katie should have known full well that Nicole would get her back with a vengeance. Calming down, she smiled apologetically at Katie. " Sorry Katie..." she sighed, though not thoroughly looking it, " You know I can't just sit here and take your remarks about Logan with out getting you back and teasing you about S-your mystery-man." quickly, she mentally sighed with relief. She'd almost let it slip..

Katie nodded at Nicole, understanding perfectly well, though she was a little confused about the "s". Had Nicole been about to say Scott, to try and get Katie back with another teacher? But her mystery man wasn't Scott, and it didn't make any sense. Whatever. Katie decided that whatever confused and twisted workings that went on in Nicole's mind should stay there, and were no concern of Katie's.

As the bell rang, Scott sighed a genuine sigh of relief. Thank the lord. He watched the students go with an unnatural amount of relief and happiness. Perhaps now he could tend to his headache... and try and rid his mind of Katie.