A/N: Sorry for the wait! I wanted to get this chapter out last week since I've kind of been doing the whole "every other day" posting thing, but then I started to put the finishing touches on my other chapter for "YFLB,K" and I kind of got lost in that. It will be out either tomorrow or the next day. Then I had school and work, so during my breaks I tried to finish as much of this chapter as possible. I even wrote part of this chapter when I was supposed to be in my Journalism watching "Outfoxed," which I've seen before, but this time it came with a worksheet so I had to pay attention. I literally had one hand on my keyboard and one with a pen in it, writing down the answers. Oh well. :D
Another excuse: As I was coming home from class, some jackass hit me! It was soooo not my fault. The person knew he/she hit me too and didn't even stop! I was so mad! So anyway, I decided to cool down before I started to write again. So when I started writing, I put my music on shuffle and just went with whatever I came up with. FYI, I've been listening to Mr. Therapy Man by Justin Nozuka (who is from Canada...btw :D). It's an awesome song!! Man, I didn't think it be that crazy. I just kept writing and writing and didn't even realize how much I had written. I mean, this is definitely not the longest chapter I've EVER written, but I didn't expect to write this chapter this long. I thought probably in the future I'd have a decently long chapter, but nope, it's here now. Which is a good thing too, since my other chapters were relatively short, so I guess it kind of makes up for that fact. I hope it makes up for that fact. :D
Anyway, I like this chapter, just for the simple fact that Tom and Jude talk and I think you kind of get a better understanding of who Tom is. Kind of, sort of. LOL. :D And the fact that you get a glimpse at some of the roadblocks that will cause potential drama for them in the future. I don't know. I wrote a skeleton version, but then when I started to really add to it and tear it apart, it kind of became more than I anticipated. I don't know how that will work out.
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"Last Glance":
This was the one time she hoped she was wrong, very wrong. She turned around and exited the now completely empty room, never realizing she was being watched from the room next door, the blinds snapping shut again.
Don't Stand So Close To Me
Chapter 3
"After School"
He was being yelled at. Again. For the second time in a month. At this rate, he and the principal, Mr. Mills, would be BFFs in no time. Someone had told on him. Another teacher across the hall saw him entering his classroom 15 minutes late. Whatever happened to the Secret Teacher Society? He obviously hadn't been accepted. But then, he'd have had to apply in the first place to even be considered, wouldn't he?
Mr. Mills sat behind his desk with his hands clasped together, fingers intertwined on top of the cherry wood. Despite the authoritative air around Mr. Mills, Tom was unfazed. He had dealt with worse monsters in his dreams. "Strike Two. Don't think I haven't forgotten about orientation, Mr. Quincy."
Tom sat back in his chair, trying to remain relaxed, his arms lazily placed on the arms of the chair. He smirked widely before he responded. "I know you haven't, but I would have thought that you would have gotten my message about being on vacation still."
The principal nodded slightly. "I did. And had you given your message to me in a timely manner, this wouldn't be a problem." Tom rolled his eyes at the comment, but didn't say anything. "But you decided to wait. So now it is." Tom sighed, his jaw clenching slightly. He was already tired of the conversation. It wasn't something new; he had heard it all before.
"Well," Tom started, suddenly struck with inspiration, "for strike three, I'll remember to give enough of a notice for you. Does a month suffice?"
Mr. Mills' eyes slowly turned into slits. He could not believe someone was talking to him like that, especially someone like Tom Quincy. "Acting like a smart ass isn't going to get you off my shit list, Tom," he spat viciously.
Tom smirked widely as he saw his boss react exactly as he had planned. "Wow, such foul language for an administrator!"
Mr. Mills clenched his jaw and pointed roughly at Tom, who sat and smiled innocently. "Just remember, I will be watching you. Any more screw ups and you will be put on probation. You're free to go."
Tom stared at the bald man in front of him, who stared back at him, waiting for Tom's next move. Despite how he felt about his behavioral issues, Tom knew that if he was going to get anywhere with what he had started earlier that day; he'd have to be on his best behavior.
Tom picked up his messenger bag off the floor, got up out of his chair, and walked out of the office, smiling even wider. He let the door slam shut and walked out of the building, pulling his leather jacket tighter around his body. He was going to try. Very hard. For her. For them.
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She threw the door to her locker shut and pulled her purse tighter to her body, her hands somewhat cold. She walked fast, almost afraid that the sky would open up again. It had stopped raining during lunch and Jude wanted it to stay that way. The sky, however, continually darkened, even at the early afternoon hour. Jude walked through the halls, recalling the day's events and she smiled widely. For the first time, in a long time, she was happy at school. Really happy. Because of him. Seeing the parking lot come into view, Jude walked even faster. She turned the corner, walking excitedly to get to her car, when she heard her name yelled loudly.
"Jude!"
She looked to her right and stopped abruptly, completely confused. She fidgeted with the belt loops on her jeans, wondering what she had done to deserve this kind of torture. "Um, hi," Jude responded, hesitantly.
A girl about Jude's age stood in front of her, quite ecstatic in her tight uniform, even though it was about thirty-five degrees outside.
"Hi. So I heard you have the new teacher?!" she asked, excitedly.
Jude furrowed her eyebrows, trying to with hold an eye roll. "Um..." Jude paused. "There are a lot of new teachers here. You're going to have to be more specific, Karma."
Karma scoffed and flipped her hair back, as if her question could only have one answer. "Well, I was talking about the only one that matters."
Jude raised her eyebrows. There was only one new teacher that mattered to her, but who mattered enough to Karma? "Who is?"
Karma smiled widely, her eyes sparkling.
"Tom Quincy."
Jude's stomach started somersaulting at his name and she smiled. For once, she agreed with Karma. He was the only one that mattered.
He stopped in his tracks abruptly. He knew he had heard his name. Looking over his shoulder, he glanced at the two girls that were talking together, one rather animatedly, the other quite bored. He squinted trying to get a better look at the pair.
He saw the bored girl smile and instantly he smiled. He knew who it was. He turned around and walked away hastily, trying not to get caught. Standing behind her, Tom stepped behind a nearby pillar and eavesdropped on their conversation.
"Well, then yes. I have him. Why?" Jude questioned. She was curious to say the least. She wanted to know why Karma was so enthralled with Tom.
"Well, everyone's been talking about him and I was just wondering if he was really what everyone was saying he was," she said, placing her hands on her hips.
"What are they saying?"
Karma scoffed loudly and Jude could no longer suppress rolling her eyes. "How have you not heard?"
Jude smirked. She thought it was quite hilarious that Karma would ask such a question. Especially considering Jude and Karma were on the opposite ends of the high school social spectrum, Karma having much to do with that. "There are plenty of reasons why. I think you know."
"Oh," Karma started, almost feeling guilty for her actions, but it soon passed. "Well, everyone is saying that he is perfect. Gorgeous. Hot. Beautiful. Do I have to go on?" she asked, somewhat annoyed.
Tom smirked at the adjectives the cheerleader used to describe him. It was same everywhere he went, but this time people, rather the students, noticed him quicker than before.
Jude's stomach started somersaulting more ferociously. She held out her hand, palm towards Karma. "No. I get it. And I guess."
"You guess?" Karma asked, indignantly.
Jude sighed, debating whether or not to hide her true feelings. She wanted this 'thing' to last more than one day, so she made up her mind rather quickly.
"Yeah, if you like the metrosexual bad boy wannabe rebel type," she lied, hoping Karma wouldn't see through her.
Tom furrowed his eyebrows. What?! he thought. What the hell was this morning then? He needed to know that he wasn't interpreting things any differently than he had. That she saw things the same way he did. He was done listening from the background. He needed to take action.
Karma smiled devilishly, similar to Tom's smile from earlier in the day. However, Jude didn't feel chills of excitement, she felt sick to her stomach. "Well, it just so happens I do."
But of course, Karma didn't see through Jude.
She's not a genius, Jude, she thought to herself.
"Well, then I-" Jude started.
"Jude Harrison, is it?"
Jude's breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened, the sickening feeling in her stomach growing. Karma looked over Jude's shoulder, furrowed her eyebrows for a split second, and then looked astonished. Even she knew who it was.
Jude knew without having to turn around. His voice had replayed in her head for the past two and a half hours. Karma waved slightly and walked away, checking him out from over her shoulder.
Jude turned around ever so slowly. She had not been ready for his sneak attack. She didn't want to look him in the eye, but knew it was only way she could prove to him that she had temporary lost her mind and would never say those kinds of things about a teacher. Especially about a teacher whose bones she wanted to jump, right then and there in the courtyard. Well, maybe just the former. She'd leave the latter for another time. If she ever got the chance.
"Yes," she responded, her voice almost a whisper.
He stared at her, taking in her blonde hair and blue eyes, all of which sparkled, even in the overcast sky. She looked at him expectantly and he had almost forgotten what he had come to do in the first place. For a split second, he felt something pass between them and shivered. "Come with me," he said, his breath beginning to show in the cold.
He slipped past her, walking in long strides to some unknown point. He needed to get away. Being that close to her almost scared him. As if he couldn't trust himself with her. "Mr. Quincy, look-" Jude started, as she caught up to him, her strides matching his.
He turned and faced her once he had reached a somewhat secluded spot behind some bushes, near the parking lot. It was the perfect spot and he had found it without even trying. He looked around, taking in his surroundings before continuing. There were no windows on the wall behind them and the hedges covered most of their bodies sans the tops of their heads. He breathed a sigh of relief. "You're not in trouble," he said, shaking his head.
"I-Wait. I'm not?"she asked, almost confused.
"No," Tom responded, continuing to shake his head. Jude sighed in relief, thankful that there was a chance he hadn't heard her at all. At least she hoped he hadn't. Tom stopped shaking his head and his lips formed a wide grin. "I just thought that you could use a rescue from attack of the cheerleader."
Jude chuckled lightly, this time her breath creating clouds in the air. "Oh. Well then, thanks!"
"It's my pleasure."
Jude swallowed hard, extremely nervous in Tom's presence. For a second, she thought she felt something between them when he had called her name. Something she couldn't explain, but she knew it had happened. He stood in front of her, staring, his hands in the pockets of his now dry leather jacket.
"So," Jude started, rocking on her heels. She looked up at him, trying to hold his gaze in hopes that he would think of her as something more than the teenager standing in front of him. It was all about eye contact, or so she had read in a magazine. And she was going to use that to her benefit.
"So," Tom said, his gaze finally meeting her eyes. Jude felt that thing again. Whatever it was, but she surprisingly didn't back down or look away. She took a deep breath and forged ahead.
"How do you like it here?" she asked. He took one of his hands out of his pockets and pushed his hair back, anything to push some of the uncommon nervousness he had away. Jude shuddered slightly as she watched him. He looked away, out and over the hedges next to them.
"Um…it's pretty decent." Jude nodded, even though she didn't think he could see her. But he could. From the corner of his eye. "Students here are better than at my last school, so that's a plus."
Jude bit her bottom lip, still looking at him, as she tried to find something clever to retort with. "Well, that's good," she started. "If you like that sort of thing," she added coyly. Then she closed her eyes and slightly cursed herself for being too forward. She didn't know if she was imagining it all or if he actually felt the same way.
He turned his head and saw her eyes were closed and her lips were pouted as if she was internally chastising herself. It was a sight he hoped to see more of in the future. The very near future if he could help it. "It just so happens that I do," he responded, smiling.
She suddenly opened her eyes, hearing his voice. She saw his smile and her stomach started somersaulting.
Stop it! she silently yelled at her stomach. I can't concentrate when you do that. As if it were a stubborn child, her stomach somersaulted even more than before and Jude smiled widely.
Jude stared at his smile for a moment longer and it was as if his smile had made her confidence soar. She was instantaneously a new woman. "Okay. Good to know," she responded seductively.
Tom noticed the instant change in Jude's persona. He'd be a liar if he said he didn't liked it. But he did. A lot. "Yep," he said, smirking. "It's just that your principal is…well, for lack of a better word…a jackass."
Jude's eyes widened. "Oh, you've met Mr. Mills already?"
Tom sighed heavily. He didn't know if he should continue bashing their principal. "Yes, Darius and I got off on the wrong foot. I didn't attend-"
"New teacher orientation. I know," Jude finished. Tom's eyebrows rose. "It's what a lot of people were taking about," Jude explained.
"So I'm the talk of the school?" Tom asked to which Jude nodded and smiled widely, even though she knew that he knew he was. "Well, I don't know if I like that so much. I like to keep things private. At least the important things anyway," he reasoned, hoping she'd understand what he was telling her.
But her comment made her look as if it had gone completely over her head. "And missing out on meeting the new teachers is an important thing?" Jude asked, sardonically, her eyes letting him know she completely understood.
Tom smirked knowingly. He was grateful for the fact that Jude caught on quickly. That he didn't have to explain things in black and white. That she understood him. "No, but I can think of a couple of things I'd like to keep quiet."
Jude's mouth matched Tom's as she smirked. "Quiet is good. But isn't loud better?" she asked, insinuating things Tom had been dreaming about for the past three weeks.
"That depends."
"How so?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, looking up at him.
Tom titled his the opposite way and stared at Jude. "Well, see, when I read? I like things quiet. Helps me focus. It's calming. But when I listen to music? It has to make things crash to the floor. That's how loud I like it," Tom responded slowly, the ends of his lips curling up into a smirk.
Jude nodded. "I agree. Loud is the only way to go," Jude replied seductively. "But what else is good quiet?"
"There is-" Tom started.
"JUDE!"
Jude snapped her attention away from Tom, frowning. What the hell? she thought. She looked over the bush in front of her, but only saw a hand. A hand that did not register in her mind.
"always-" Tom continued, unfazed, his gaze focused on Jude even though he had heard her name being yelled. Jude looked back at him, hoping to continue their conversation, but luck was not on their side.
"JUDE!"
Jude's eyes widened as she realized who was yelling her name. "Shit! Jamie." Then she realized she had cussed in front of Tom. "Oh. I'm sorry," she apologized sincerely.
Tom smirked. "No need. Your secret is safe with me," he responded, shaking his head.
"Really?" she asked, skeptically.
Tom nodded and took two steps closer towards Jude. He hadn't planned on getting any closer, but for some unknown reason, he felt the need to close their conversation with some mutual understating. "Yeah. I'll even let you in on one of my own."
Tom took two more steps towards Jude. His chest was easily half an inch from her face as he leaned towards her ear. Everything happened so quickly to Jude that she had no way to respond adequately.
"Um, okay," she muttered, her confidence seeming to fade away with each passing second. She took a deep breath and felt her knees weaken. His smell was intoxicating, something she hoped she had permanently infused into her senses.
He breathed heavily, taking in her scent and he smiled devilishly. He sighed slightly causing his breath to dance against Jude's exposed neck, making her shiver slightly. He smiled seductively.
"My favorite curse word is fuck," he whispered huskily.
With his one confession, his favorite word now became hers.
Her eyes darkened at his secret and she didn't show him any other response at first, instead she turned her head and gazed at him or rather his cheek. Her face was inches from his and if he turned his face to match hers, their lips would touch. He did, but stopped slightly.
She glanced down at his lips, which even in the slightly cold weather, looked soft and warm. She subconsciously licked her own and met his gaze with her eyes. She wanted him to, but knew he couldn't. She couldn't. They couldn't.
He watched her gaze as she glanced at his lips and licked her own. It took everything he had in him, not to kiss her right then and there. It was torture, but he knew he had to be on his best behavior in case a certain someone was watching them.
"Jude, I've been calling you for the past half an hour!" The pair pulled apart, slightly angry that they had been interrupted. Tom took a few steps away from Jude. "Where have you been? I tried your car, but the doors were locked. Don't you trust anyone these days?"
"A select few," Jude muttered, staring at Tom who smiled at her. She smiled back at him, silently hoping he was thinking the same about her.
"Jude."
"Oh sorry, Jamie," Jude said, turning to him as he walked up the small ramp to reach where she was standing behind the hedges. "I just got tied up. I was talking to Mr. Quincy-" she started to explain.
"Mr. Quincy?" Jamie asked, pulling his trench coat closer to his body as his backpack strap slipped off his shoulder, causing him to push it back up.
"Jamie," Jude said, slightly glaring at him. Tom watched the friends in front of him and smiled. He silently hoped he sensed some sort of jealousy in Jamie. It made the fight all the more sweeter when he won in the end. "Anyway, I was talking to him about the syllabus and I lost track of time."
"I bet," Jamie responded. He looked to his left and noticed a man he hadn't seen when he first walked up to Jude.
Jude rolled her eyes, annoyed. It was just like Jamie to throw something back in her face that she had mentioned once. Okay, maybe more than once. Lots of times. It was Tom Quincy they were talking about after all.
"Mr. Quincy, this is my best friend, Jamie." Jude motioned to Jamie who continued to stare at Tom. It was as if he was sizing him up, but there was no comparison. Even Jamie knew that. "And Jamie, this is my Advanced Comp teacher, Mr. Quincy," Jude said, pointing to Tom.
"Hey," Tom responded with a nod.
"Hey," Jamie said, responding in the exact same manner to Tom.
Jude watched the men in front of her and shook her head. It was as if they had never been told the appropriate way to say hello to someone. "So, I have to get going," Jude responded, slightly disappointed. She looked at Tom, wondering what was going to come next.
"Yep, me too," Tom said with a nod.
"Thanks for answering my questions," Jude said, hoping he'd see she was thankful for more than that.
Sensing something, Jamie pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, remembering he had to call his Nana to tell her he was coming home. He turned around as he heard a ringing sound on the other end.
"No problem, it was my pleasure," Tom responded with not only his devilish smile, but a wink. Again it gave Jude chills, along with something else. It was hope. Hope that the conversation that had taken place between them would be finished in the near future. Hope that they could finish what they had started, neither of them thinking about the conversation.
"Bye," Jude squeaked out, her cheeks becoming increasing red.
"Bye," Tom nodded as he brushed past Jude and walked in the opposite direction of her to his car.
The space that Tom had left turned cold, even colder than it already was and Jude didn't want to stand and reminisce about what had happened or what could have been.
Jude turned around and watched Tom walk away, sauntering over to Jamie, who was placing his phone back in his coat pocket. "So, you met the infamous Mr. Quincy."
Jude heard a door slam and she looked out in front of her, into the parking lot. It was him. He was in his car. Even amidst the darkened sky and sea of cars, she noticed his. It was a blue Viper.
He jumped into his car as quickly as he could without drawing any unneeded attention to himself. He took off his messenger bag and threw it on the passenger seat before revving up the car and pulling out of his space. He, like before, needed to get away.
He had almost done it. The unthinkable. And it was only the first day. It was a close call. One he hoped he wouldn't be making for awhile. Maybe not awhile. At least not in a public place. Not at school.
He stopped at the end of his lane and looked out in front of him. She was watching him, just as he hoped she was.
She gazed through his windshield at him. He smirked, knowing that in time, things could happen.
He winked again and she shuddered involuntarily. It scared her that no matter how far the distance between the two, he could get to her. Like he had.
"Yes," she responded breathlessly.
"And?" Jamie pressed, never noticing the change in his best friend, chalking it up to the cold weather.
Thinking he had done enough for one day, he sped out of the parking lot, thinking about her and the first impression she had made. One that would last forever.
"And what?" she asked, walking away from Jamie as she saw Tom's Viper exit the parking lot and turn the corner.
Jamie scoffed and pulled his backpack closer to him. "What do you mean what?" he asked incredulously. "I want the lowdown," he said as they reached Jude's Mustang.
Jude unlocked the doors and shook her head, smiling. "I don't have the lowdown," Jude said as she got into her car.
Jamie opened the passenger door and got in. Both Jamie and Jude simultaneously put their seatbelts on. He sighed before continuing, wondering if it was a good idea to continue his thoughts. "Yes, you do, all-mighty Queen of the Judgmental," he responded as Jude pulled out of her parking space.
"What?!-" Jude exclaimed, slamming on the brakes as she heard her best friend's thoughts.
Jamie's hands frantically hit the dashboard as he tried to keep himself from getting a whiplash. He turned and looked at Jude, almost angrily. "Hey, are you trying to kill me before I can tell my Nana about my first day as a senior?"
Jude sighed heavily, clenching her jaw slightly. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her fingers almost turning white. "No, I'm trying to figure out why you think I'm judgmental."
Jamie sat back in his seat as Jude continued to back up her car. "Cause you are. You have an opinion about everyone. You make judgments about people before they even open their mouths and most of the time you're spot on," he reasoned. Jude put her car in drive and looked at Jamie. She thought about what he said, if she really was as judgmental as he said she was. "And I've heard he's a doozy," he added, smiling slightly.
Jude hit the gas slightly and smiled slightly as well. She couldn't be mad at Jamie for thoughts that she, herself, even had. "Well," she started as she drove to the end of the parking lot. "If that's the case."
She stopped suddenly at the exit of the parking lot, thinking about Tom and everything that had happened that day. Jamie looked at her, expectantly waiting for an answer. She knew that he was like her, a rebel, or else he wouldn't have talked to her the way he had. Especially at the one place that could get them both into enormous trouble: school. Other than that, she didn't know what to think about him. He was an enigma; the best kind. That was all she knew.
Jude smiled as she turned the corner, leaving school. "I am still making my mind up about him."
Jamie's eyes widened incredibly. "My my, Harrison," he commented, playfully pushing his best friend. "You are changing before my very eyes. This could be good."
Jude stopped at the intersection as the light turned red. "I hope so. I really hope so," she whispered into the air. She had hope. And she hoped that that was enough.
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Chapter Four
"One Page"
He leaned against his desk, the muscles in his forearms glistening in the fluorescent light. "Now on to my least favorite subject."
The class stared at him, waiting in baited breath.
"Me."
Jude's eyes sparkled. She had hoped there would be a question and answer session on the man she had been thinking about all day. Or rather three weeks.
So had someone else.
A perfectly manicured hand shot up in the middle of the room, taking the initiative to get started. The class' attention turned over to a desk in the very center of the far wall.
He stared at her, wondering what she was thinking. Obviously, it was about him.
"Yes," he responded, his eyes sparkling hungrily.
"I have a few questions for you."
I have a hunch that you guys might hate me a bit (like just a little) once you actually read what comes after this. :D
But it's not that bad...promise. But it gets worse. A little. I actually just wrote this preview just to have something for you guys, but honestly, it makes sense for me the way I did because it fits what I want to talk about so...yeah. Oh yeah, you'll actually get a glimpse of what I actually did my junior year in Advanced Comp. next chapter. The assignment I use is something I did in that class. I hope this next chapter will be out in a few days. Hopefully in two, like the others have been. :D