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Chapter Five: Tempting

The whole day was going by seemingly slow, it was endless. During the first hour of school, in Mr. Brook's class, I couldn't pay attention to one word that was flowing out of his rambling mouth. It doesn't mean that I didn't try. I kept my eyes on him, watching his every move and gesture, but the words went through my left ear and out my right. I tapped my pencil rapidly on my desk, with my head rested on hand. The clock mounted on the wall said that there was still 30 minutes left. I sighed in irritation.

"Psst." A voice off the side whispered. I turned my head and Sasha was staring ahead while she flicked her hand and a note brushed against my elbow as it landed on my desk. I peeked up to the front to make sure that Mr. Brooks hadn't noticed Sasha obvious note passing technique; he hadn't. I moved my hands slowly and slyly as I opened the note. Neat, legible words were written on the piece of paper;

Hiya Babe. Got any plans tonight?

After I read the note I began writing back on the line below. When I was done I folded it back and tossed it onto Sasha's desk when Mr. Brooks back was turned.

Yeah … I have detention again.

I watched her open and read the note. When she was done her face turned towards me, then she grimaced. I shrugged and she shook her head. Soon enough the note was tossed back onto my desk.

Holy hell. What do you keep doing?

I scribbled quickly on the paper and handed the note back to her.

It wasn't my fault this time. The teacher in there just hates me, but whatever.

Hey, are you up to anything this weekend?

I remembered that I still needed a place to stay tomorrow night. My mother was arriving from the states tomorrow and I wanted to be out of her range. You might think I was being a baby about all this, like a mere fussy five-year old, but all I was doing was avoiding a loud and tensed filled situation. Sasha quickly tossed me the note and I opened it in eagerness.

Yeah, unfortunately, I have to go to my grams house this weekend.

We have some family reunion party celebration thing. Hahaha.

But why do you ask?

An uneasy frown crossed my lips. Now what I supposed to do? Sasha was the only friend I would consider to ask to stay at her house; I wasn't really that close to anyone else. While trying to brainstorm other options the clock on the wall said that only 6 minutes of class remained. I finished scribbling my reply back onto the paper and tossed it back to Sasha.

I was just going to ask if I could bunk at your house tomorrow night.

There is a guest coming to my house tomorrow and I don't want to be a bother.

But, that's fine, I'll manage.

Soon after I passed the note back to Sasha the loud, annoying, bell rang and I rushed to grab my stuff and rush out of the door. Before I went out Sasha ran up to me and handed the note back. I smiled and put it into my bag and made my way to my next class.

… The final bell of the day had rung. But it wasn't the sound of freedom just yet. After putting things back into my locker I slowly and unwillingly made my way to the, too familiar, detention room. Once I opened the door the teacher greeted me in a mono-tone, "Good Afternoon Miss Hue, nice to see you again. Hopefully I won't have to repeat these words tomorrow, correct?"

I gave a forced smile and inwardly groaned as I took my seat. I pushed my bag and books to the side and rested my head on my arms; I was going to use this wasteful hour to catch up on the hours of sleep I lacked.

It felt like seconds and my eyes were open. But my feeling of time and the correct time were very off. It seemed like seconds, but in reality an hour had already passed and other students had already left the room prison. I sat up straight and turned my head back towards my stuff. I about had a heart attack when I saw Dougie slouching perfectly in his chair that was pushed against my table.

"Look who's finally awake." Dougie said with a perfect, easy tone. He flashed that perfect smirk and stared at me. I couldn't help the small grin that made its way on my face.

I didn't know any smart reply to come back with. So I just started to gather my things and didn't say a word.

"What?" Dougie said interrupting the silence, "Cat got your tongue?"

I giggled quietly, "No."

He smiled and stood up to follow me out of the door, but then again, there is only one door. Today wasn't as nice as it was yesterday, but that meant no wasps. As a repeat of yesterday, Dougie was walking along my side, carrying my pace.

"You know, if you needed a place to stay, my house is vacancy." Dougie said off to my side. I looked at him and laughed.

"Like that even is a possibility. And how did you know that I needed a place to stay?"

He laughed, "Funny you should ask that. You are a very easy sleeper. A bomb could have gone off and you would still be silently snoring, completely unaware of anything."

"Uh." I growled, "First, I do not snore. Second, are you implying that you went through my stuff?"

"Yeah." He said with no hesitation and no uneasiness in his tone. "And I didn't say you snored. I was just giving the idea that you were sleeping. Your like a mouse when you sleep, not a sound escapes you."

"Oh, well, why did you go through my bag?" I said with my tone rising a bit.

He shrugged, "I was bored. There was nothing at all to do that would entertain me." He then gave a quick laugh, "But that note was a bit entertaining." He said with a sly tone.

My eyebrows narrowed, "What are you talking about?" From what I remembered, that note couldn't possibly give enjoyment to anyone else, there really wasn't anything exciting about it at all.

"So, do you find me as fit as your friend does? And are we secretly fooling around with each other? It all sounded pretty intriguing, I was disappointed that your answer wasn't on the letter." I was still staring at him; I had no idea what he was talking about. But even though I didn't, I still felt my cheeks turn warm with embarrassment. What he just said increased my adrenaline a bit.

"Um." I stalled, "Are you sure you were reading correctly?"

He laughed, "Why don't you check it yourself?"

I quickly searched through my bag and pulled out the folded piece of paper. When I opened and scanned its contents it was all the same, but then I realized that Sasha had given me back the letter with another reply;

I'm sorry hun, if I didn't have that family party this weekend you know I'd let you stay.

Holy crap, I just remembered, I've been hearing around that you've been playing around with Dougie Poynter. Is that true? You'd tell me right?! He's so fit, you're so lucky. Call me tonight if you can.

I stared at the letter with much embarrassment. But those words that involved Dougie and me were a little exciting. Just the idea made me feel shaky. My thoughts were expanding. I folded the letter and placed it into my bag, keeping my head down. I finally looked up and saw Dougie's eye's gazing upon me. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. And I could hear the sound of the rapid pumping in my ears, I was embarrassed that maybe he could hear it too. His face told that he was waiting for a response.

"Right," I stuttered, "Didn't really get that far in the letter." I said with a forced chuckle.

He smiled, "So are you going to reply?"

"Don't think so." I muttered.

"Why not?" Dougie asked with disappointed tone.

I laughed, "Are you joking? How awkward that would be?"

He frowned, "I don't think it'll be awkward at all. Just consider it being completely honest, I'll respect that."

I shook my head and giggled, "Let's just forget about it." I began walking faster, but Dougie just followed with no trouble.

"So … why don't you want to be home tomorrow?" he asked, changing the subject.

"I dunno?" I shrugged, while trying to look and sound like I really didn't know.

"Well, who's coming?"

I groaned, "Why does it matter?"

He held up his hands in defensibility. "Just wondering, usually it's cool when someone comes to visit."

"Well, I don't think it's cool at all. The person who is coming is no one to be excited about, at least not for me." I growled.

"Oh," he muttered, "Er, well, if you need a place to stay my parents are out for the weekend, some get away." He shrugged, "So my house will be completely empty, except for me." He winked, I rolled my eyes.

"Being too forward again." I mumbled.

He laughed, "Sorry." That wasn't too convincing to me.

I gave a sneaky grin, "No your not."

He nodded, "Your right, I'm not."

I laughed, "Well, thanks but I don't think that will be the best idea." It wasn't a good idea, but it was a tempting one. Uh … no. Don't think like that you pervert. I said inside my head, trying to keep the flirty thoughts out of my imagination. I just needed to think of another plan.

He gave in more quickly then I thought he would, "Alright, but if you change your mind…" he prompted.

"Thanks." I said truthfully.

He nodded and gave that smirk. "Any time."

Good lord! He's like a poisoned apple; beautiful and tempting, but you know not to take a bite. It took every ounce of my strength to not grab locks of his hair with my hands and crash my lips onto his. Was it possible that someone could have that effect on you? I never did think it was possible. But when he left me, after he offered me a ride home and I politely rejected, I couldn't get him out of my mind. I couldn't wait for tomorrow, just to see him again. Even though I wasn't allowed a bite of the apple, doesn't mean that I couldn't admire it.

I walked into the house and immediately headed towards my room. As I climbed the stairs I heard Shanae call my name, "Maycee, can you come here for a second?"

My eyes narrowed and I nodded, "Yeah, um … sure." I stuttered as I headed back down the stairs.

"Look." She started as she placed one of her hands on both of my shoulders, "As you already know, your mother is coming tomorrow and-"

I interrupted her, "I know." I sighed, "I'm going to stay at one of my friends house, I-I just can't stay here with her."

She breathed deeply out, "Dear, you mustn't hold a grudge against your mother. She is here to settle things with you. She wants to make things better."

I rolled my eyes irritably. "Yea, I know she does?" I said unconvinced, "But I don't think I can face her, not again. I'm s-sorry."

Her hands that rested on my shoulders now fell to her side. "Well, just eat dinner with us." She pleaded silently, "Then you can go where you need to. She'll be gone Sunday afternoon."

I gave thin smile and nodded. Then I turned to head back up towards my room.