Just to make it clear, although I think it says some where in here how old they are, Caitlyn is 16 (because I didn't want her too old :P Deal with it) and Mitchie is 23 because she's a smarty pants like that and skipped some grades.
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Chapter 2 - Sleeping In Class Can Pay Off
I hate Mondays. They suck major eggs. Just thinking about them gives me goosebumps. But I was gonna skip today, but my parents and their need to yell, even after I'd gone to bed at one in the morning, kept me up. I decided instead of sticking around them more then I have to I'd just go to school and sleep in History like a I always do.
And that's why I'm standing outside the guidance counselor's office. One, because I already saw the Dean once today for sleeping in English. And two, because I wisely said to him that I'd rather "express myself and my problems to Miss Torres then get detention". Smart move, because he bought it.
I waited for another five minutes, checking my hair in the reflection from the glass case of trophies every ten seconds, until finally some really depressed looking girl walked out of her office. I was through the door before it had even closed.
I walked straight up to her desk and placed my pass on it before sitting in the hard plastic chair and placing my books on the floor.
"Hello, Mrs. Gellar. What a nice surprise." She smiled with what I believed to be fake enthusiasm. But this time I was prepared. I was determined not make an ass of myself this time. Even if it means letting out some fake tears here and there for effect.
"If nice stands for suck-ish." I replied with a smirk. She signed the pass and handed out for me to take. I grabbed it, touching my fingers against hers on purpose, and shoved it into a random pocket of my backpack.
"Falling asleep twice. Did I miss the memo on some awesome party last night?" She asked with a gentle smile that some how got twisted into my mind that her lips were just begging to be kissed by anyone who'll get close enough. But I bet a face like hers gets enough attention that my stupid hormones are just messing with me.
"Party of two." I muttered thinking about the cruel comments I'd heard my parents yelling last night. The look on her face made me realize that my reply had a double meaning. "It's not what you're thinking."
"What am I thinking?" She asked, her face blank like a pro shrink.
"You're thinking I had sex." I plainly answered. I could see a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips at the smirk on my face. "But I didn't. Not that my sex life is any of your business."
"You're right. It's not." She replied, while shrugging like it was no big deal. Secretly I hoped she was dieing on the inside to know all about my sex life.
"Anyways..." I began as she glanced at the clock on the wall. I wondered what she was thinking. "...I was talking about the two people that call themselves my parents. They like to yell and stuff...it's no big deal though."
"Do you know why they're yelling?" She asked with what sounded like geniune interest and concerne. Ooh, she's good.
"Because of lots of things. Mainly me...but it's not my fault they have trouble accepting that I'm bisexual. It doesn't help that we basically have a warehouse of beer in the basement though." I answered. I noticed that saying personal crap like this would be so hard if I was talking to Lola or Sander. They didn't know much about my home life other then that they weren't allowed over at any hour of the day. Already Miss Torres had more info then I'd been planning on telling.
But the look in her eyes made it all worth it. I wasn't sure if it was me telling her all this stuff, or the fact that I told her im bisexual that made that shine appear.
"Sounds like a mess." She commented with that blank expression on her face again. The non-judging kind. The shrink kind. "And I know you don't want to hear this...but it's question I have to ask."
"By law?" I asked with a smirk knowing the answer was no.
"No..." She said carefully, putting a lot of thought into her words. "...but for myself."
"Huh?" What the hell? Did she just get out of La La Land or something?
"It's important that I ask if your parents are abusing you any way." She quietly and slowly said. The words hurt worse then the pathetic look she was giving me. What, just because I put yelling and beer in the same sentence that means my parents hit me? They would never! They might hate me but that doesn't mean they'll hit me! Who does she think they are? Or better question, where does she think she is?
"Caitlyn..." My name coming from her mouth sounded like a platinum credit card to my ears. Beautiful. "...I just want to know that you're safe. It would kill me to find out that you lied to me about something this serious."
"Who said I'm not safe?" I snapped. "You think my parents are monsters or something? Well they're not!" God, she's making it really hard to have a giant crush on her.
"I never said they were." She said quietly. It calmed me. "I just wanted to know that you're okay. I can already tell that you're a special girl, Caitlyn. I'd hate myself for the rest of my life if something happened to you and I could have helped stop it."
"No one is touching me." I replied carefully. I wasn't doing a good job of impressing her. I needed to make up for lost time. "But...maybe we should stop talking about me."
"What do you want to talk about?" She asked while slightly tilting her head to the left. It was so cute, I can't describe it good enough. It's just too...adorable for words.
"You." I smirked as a gentle blush touched her cheeks. I could bearly see it, but I knew it was there.
"Any certain question on your mind?" She asked setting down her clipboard with my personal crap on it and focusing on me and only me. Perfect.
"You gotta boyfriend?" I asked. It caught her off guard, and it was so cute how she looked kind of worried for a moment. About what...I can only imagine. "The guy in the picture." I pointed towards a photo in a pointless picture frame on top of one of the cabinets that had her and this other guy in it. I have to say, he was hot. And that worries me.
"Oh...that's Shane." She smiled slightly, relief softly showing on her features...or so I think. "He's a close friend."
"How long have known him?" I asked, trying to keep her busy with simple questions until I could get some real dirt.
"About..." She did some mental math. "Seven or eight years."
"So he's not your boyfriend?" I asked with a smirk. She glanced over at me and a tiny blush rose to her cheeks. I swear, does she ever stop?
"No." She stated while looking directly at me.
"But he was at one point." I said it as a fact, not a question. She looked a little surprised but more like amused that I could figure that out.
"At one point, yes." She replied with that blank expression as she mentally tried to find out what I was doing and why. Shrinks.
"But you're single now." I continued with that same smirk. She looked at me with this confused glare as she tried to understand what I was doing.
"Yes." She answered, still watching me carefully.
"Looks like you can join my club." I grinned at her. Finally that blank expression came back but with a sort of smile on it.
"A singles club?" She asked with an amused tone.
"Yep, only hot singles allowed. And it looks like you've got both of those down." I smirked as a real blush covered her cheeks. I wondered if she knew I was flirting with her. Probably, but that only made it twice as rewarding.
"Isn't there a place you should be right now, Mrs. Gellar?" She asked with a smile as her blush began to fade.
"Oh, so we're back to using my last name?" I dodged the question. "That's not very fun."
"Fun isn't something I really have any more." She replied with the smile gone but it still touching her eyes.
"Then you should go to Peggy Dupree's bash this Friday." I suggested, an idea popping into my head. "Then you can see how much fun I can really be."
She was quiet for a minute but still watched me carefully, like I was a bomb that might go off any second. I smirked and stood up, walked around her desk, and while her mouth was slightly open, about to ask me what the hell I was doing, I bent over and with the pen that had been ignored on the side of her desk I wrote down Peggy's address on a sticky note.
"It's not formal or anything." I added while walking back to my seat as she still watched me as careful as ever. "But whatever you wear, make sure it's not too...expensive."
She flashed me smile, understanding what I meant.
"I've had my fair share of parties." She replied, her eyes glancing towards the picture of her and that guy.
"Where'd you meet him?" I asked, not wanting to go to class, but more of not wanting to leave her.
"Camp Rock." She quietly replied in a distant voice as a swirl of memories came back to her.
"Seriously?! You went to Camp Rock? I've wanted to go there my whole life!" I tried not to bust out laughing. This was too good.
"Yeah...it's a great place." She replied, still in that distant world.
"So...you have a good voice then?" I asked with smirk.
"Oh...I don't know." She said in a shy voice. "I don't really do much of that any more."
"Why not? Music means everything. I could never give it up." I replied, calming down.
"Not music." She corrected. "Just singing."
"So you do have good voice." I smiled.
"I've been told...back in the day." She smiled gently.
"What, a few years ago?" I laughed.
"Mrs. Gellar." She smiled to herself while looking over at the clock on the wall. "I do believe you have the end of a class to catch."
"I'd rather not." I replied.
"What if you hurt your teachers feelings?" She asked in a sarcastic kind of way.
"He can deal with it." I smirked.
"Such a pleasent child." Miss Torres giggled.
"Child?" I asked while standing up with my things. I walked slowly up to her desk and beant over it. I got right up in her face, her smile gone and replaced with wide eyes. "I'll get on to you about that next time." I winked at her and smirked while I walked to the door. I was so sure that this time her eyes were on my ass. I just knew it.