Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ School of Love ❯ Chapter Fifteen ( Chapter 15 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.24.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 282 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.24.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 282 | Status: Completed
Patrick checked his watch. It was break. Where was Rio? After a few minutes he got up and started wandering the halls, wondering if Gabe and Leia were keeping him. He was certain that between the two of them someone like Rio could be persuaded to do just about anything. It wouldn't take much unfortunately.
Rio slipped out of the closet. "Really, Gabe...I have to go," he said smiling as he fixed his uniform. Gabe pouted. "We can continue this later."
They kissed and Roi left Gabe going one direction while Gabe went the other.
Patrick stopped as he saw Gabe. "Gabe, judging by the hickey's on your neck you've seen Rio," he smirked.
Gabe smiled. "He's heading to your class," he said. He met up with Leia and Nathan. "What are you doing?"
"Writing Nathan a better paper," Leia said.
"Why?"
"Because I hate Shakspear and I know I can make his plays a hell of a lot more interesting," she smiled as she wrote.
"You are putting sex in it aren't you..."
"Yep." Gabe frowned.
Rio sat in Patrick's class patiently waiting.
Patrick opened up his door and nodded to Rio. "You're late," he said coldly.
"Sorry...Leia's rubbing off on me..." he said. "I won't be late again."
His face softened and he waved it off. "Don't worry about it. You weren't that late, and I saw that you were preoccupied with other things." Leaning against his desk he took out some papers and handed them to Rio. "Everyday before you leave school stop by and I'll give you some new material. Some time it will be papers to grade other times it will be planning for future classes. Right now you're in charge of grading papers. If you want you can stay here and work or you can take them home. I figured you'd probably want to take them home so you can be with Gabe. I don't care what you do so long as it is done by the beginning of the next day."
"Sure," Rio said and took the work. "I'll have it on your desk first thing in the morning."
Leia came in a few seconds later and slammed Nathan's paper down. "Give an F to that!" she said smirking. "Rio, Gabe wanted me to tell you that his trouser snake is lonely."
Rio blushed. "No he didn't."
"You're right, but I know he's thinking it," she laughed. He shook his head and walked out.
"Can't you kids go five minutes without putting your things in something?" He eyed Nathan's paper and then looked at Leia. Taking out a pen, he put a large red F on it.
"You didn't even read it!" she said "Read it!"
"I don't have to," he told her. "That's not Nathan's hand writing, which mean someone else wrote it, which in turn means that he cheated, which in turn means that he gets an F." Taking the paper, he held it up, his eyes skimming what the author had written. "Though I can say this. If the person who wrote this was in my class they would certainly pass with-" He paused as he got to the rather graphic sex scenes.
She smiled as he paused. "Good stuff huh? Makes you wish I was still in your class," she said as she sat on his desk.
"It is rather...interesting," he admitted as he continued reading. "I didn't know that some of the positions you describe were even possible...and anal is included as well." He continued reading, it was rather explicit but very intriguing. He always had a vivid imagination, and now that was starting to work against him as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
She looked him over. "I live in an apartment with two gay men. Anything is possible."
"So I see," he whispered as the characters reached their climax. "This was indeed...very...good." Finally he looked up at her.
"I know," she said. "I wrote it."
"If you were to be in my class you would have definitely received an A for this piece." Opening up his drawer, he put it next to the condoms.
She held out her hand. "You don't get to keep it." She moved her hair from her face. "And I don't give a crap about A's."
"Why don't I get to keep it?" He pouted as he opened up his drawer once more.
"There is no reason to. It's my paper. I'm not in your class." She reached in and grabbed her paper, noticing he hadn't even used any of the condoms. "I didn't buy those to look at. Use them."
"There are very few people that I would care to use them on," he explained. Taking out the box of condoms, he looked at them, his mind still focusing on her story. "I haven't even checked to see if they'll fit yet."
She shrugged. "Take them home, call up an old flame. You're too young to be acting like you're old."
He laughed at that. "I'm not trying to act old. It's just that my old flames are few and far between."
"Make new ones, duh," she said. "I do it every year."
"Why?" He asked, genuinely curious. "Hasn't there ever been anyone you've truly cared about?"
"One or two," the bell rang but she didn't move. She had History in place of gym, not that she cared. "Doesn't really matter. The feelings were never requited."
He patted his desk, he had no intention of going to gym with her there. "Well, I've only had one and it was returned; and it still didn't end well."
"Which is why it's so much better to just fool around," she said as she crossed her legs on his desk, getting comfortable.
"There's a big difference between sex and making love," he told her. "The later is much more pleasurable."
"I wouldn't know," she shrugged.
"Perhaps someday you will," he smiled. "You're a beautiful young girl whom any guy would be lucky to have."
"Only those I don't want," she said and jumped off the desk. "I'll see you around." She walked to the door.
"Wait...Leia," he said. "You and Nathan...I mean....you were safe right?"
She looked back at him. "Don't worry about me, Mr. McClain...I'm pretty good at taking care of myself." There was almost a sadness behind the confidence.
"No one can take care of themselves completely; and one as young as you shouldn't have to do it all," he sighed.
She smiled. "If only you weren't so bent on the age difference, Mr. McClain..." She opened the door and walked out. History seemed so trivial now.
He thought about that for a second. Going outside he looked down the hallway. "Tonight," he called out. "Dinner at the Chinese restaurant."
She turned to him, halfway down the hall. "I'll be there...eight o'clock."
He nodded. "Good."
She turned back around and walked into history class. Nothing would have her attention now. After school, she went home and tried on a million different outfits. Gabe and Rio tried to get her to tell them why she was getting dressed up, but she didn't let them in. It was her first real date...with a real restaurant. She finally decided on a simple summer short dress and some sandals with her hair up in curls. Taking Rio's car, she drove to the Chinese place and was set at the nicest table, the manager already preparing the best meal of the house.
Patrick fixed his suit. He tried to keep it casual while still looking nice. Despite his best efforts, that was nearly impossible to do seeing as how nervous he was. She was sixteen. He had asked her out on a whim. He wasn't about to stand the poor girl up, so he was going to go regardless of what people thought of him.Arriving at the place, he nodded at Ming who quickly guided him to his table. "Hello," he said with a small smile. "You look...lovely."
She stood quickly, nervous for the first time in her life. She ran her hand over the simple dress, her green case looking stupid next to it. "I...didn't think you would really come," she said. He was ten minutes late. When he sat, she sat again. A few seconds later, the manager brought out the appetizers. She gestured to the curtains and he pulled them. It separated the booth they were in from the rest of the restaurant giving them complete privacy.
"I wasn't about to leave my...date, waiting for me," he said with a nervous smile.
"You don't have to be so formal," she said as she took the chop sticks. She knew this was more of a pity date than anything, and usually she would kick someone's ass for giving pity...but she wanted to have a date before she turned twenty.
"Sorry," he smiled. Taking his chopsticks, he began to sample the wide array of food. "They must really like you here. This food is wonderful." He smiled, his hand reaching out to rub her cast. "You don't happen to have a pen in your purse do you?"
"My dad is best friends with the owner...there isn't many places I can go that I don't get treated like this," she said shrugging. A few seconds later a lady came in with a pen and she handed it to him. "Being rich means you are important but you're not really known."
"Money buys a lot of things. Animosity included." Nodding to her cast he held up the pen. "May I?"
She leaned forward a bit, her upper body moving closer and the perfect view down her dress for his eyes was set before him. She nodded. "Money is important...but the people with it aren't so important. They are just treated that way."
His eyes looked down her dress, unashamed as he licked his lips. He thoroughly enjoyed the sight before him. He signed his name and wrote a sweet little message followed by a smiley face. "Sometimes they are," he smiled.
Her eyes met his before she sat back down. "What makes them important is what they do with that money. My father doesn't know it, but I sign him up to donate thousands each year to charities around the country." She sat back in her chair and started picking at the food. "More than half of what he has right now has gone to charities. Though, if he found out, I'm sure he would cut me off." She smiled.
He smirked and nodded. "See, you do have a heart somewhere in there," he said, poking at her chest with the end of his chopstick. He was honestly surprised. He was actually enjoying himself. That was unexpected.
"Don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to hold," she smirked. Moments later, the main course came out. She took a few bites before saying something in Chinese to the manager in thanks.
"Aye, and I'm not really Irish. Shh," he laughed, cocking an eyebrow when she said something to them. "You speak Chinese."
"There is a lot you don't know about me. I speak Italian, French, Russian, and Irish too," she said smiling. "I traveled a lot as a child. My mother wanted me to know the world. But when I fell in love with America, she drew the line. I moved to America for school, she stayed in Italy, my father in France."
"You bring a whole new meaning to a house divided," he laughed. "How old were you when you decided to stay in America?"
"Nine," she said. "I met Gabe when I was seven and I was smitten with him. I just had to stay with my new playmate. So my parents arranged the marriage and we went to the same private schools. In ninth grade, I got my own apartment, he came out, the wedding was called off, and he moved in. My mother died when I was in sixth grade so I really didn't have much of a choice. It was either stay in America or live in France with my father. And I would rather die than live with him."
"I'm sorry to hear about your mother," he said in between bites. "Losing a parent is always difficult." There was a pain in between dishes as he looked over her. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you hate your father so much?"
"There are multiple reasons but the main one is because he killed my mother," she said as she took a bite of her food, smiling at the flavor.
At that point Patrick began choking on a piece of sushi which was now lodged in his throat.
Leia smacked him in the back until he was ok. "Everything alright?"
He coughed and nodded, tears staining his eyes. "Your father did what?"
She slide some water to him. "He murdered my mother," she said.
"Why isn't he in jail?" He was hoarse, downing the water slowly.
"Money. He has a lot of money," she said.
"That doesn't excuse murder!"
"You don't have to tell me that. I know," she said. "If it were up to me, he would be in jail, but since there were no witnesses and there aren't many clues, no one could really accuse him. But he knows I know. He knows I know what he did which is why he won't put up a fight when I yell at him or demand something. He knows I know he murdered my mother."
"I see," he whispered. Uncertain of what else he could say. Her father murdered her mother and she has had to live with that for so many years. "Well, if it's any consolation to you I've never murdered anyone." He offered her a smile, trying to lighten the suddenly tense mood.
Was that suppose to be a joke? "Right..." Dessert was brought out and Leia smiled. She took a spoonful and licked the spoon clean.
"This has been a rather fun evening," he smirked as he dipped into the dessert. "I must say, I have...enjoyed myself."
"I'm glad," she said as she continued to eat.
"Would you like to do this again sometime?"
She looked up at him, really shocked. "Really?" she smiled. "Yes, of course." Leia handed the manager her credit card and he smiled before walking away.
"I was thinking next time an Italian restaurant, perhaps a walk in the park? I think I should be able to pay for the walk in the park."
She laughed. "I don't mind paying, Mr. McClain." She sighed the check then took her card back. Slowly she stood. "Tomorrow?"
"If you'd like, tomorrow is fine with me." He gave her a small smile.
She nodded. Leaning down she kissed his cheek. "I'll leave first." She pushed pass the curtain and walked out the door to Rio's car.
He found himself wishing she had stayed longer. What was wrong with him? She was just a child. Taking a deep breath, he waited for quite some time before leaving. He was sure to get an earful from Gabe and Rio tomorrow, but he was beginning to think it might be worth it.
Leia didn't tell the boys where she was or who she was with. For once, she just wanted to have something for herself. The next morning, she left a note on his desk telling him where to be, what time, and to ask for her table. She made sure it was on his desk after Rio put his work on it.
When Patrick got to work that morning and found her note he felt...well, naughty. He laughed and folded it, putting it in his pocket. Naughty felt good. His entire first period class wondered why he was in such a good mood, but he didn't care. Let them wonder.
Leia was zoned out the rest of the day. She tried to listen to Nathan make plans to meet up on the weekend but all she really did was nod. Finally, the final bell rang. She rushed Rio and Gabe out then ran inside to go over outfits all over again. Gabe and Rio stood curiously outside her door asking questions she wouldn't answer.
Finally she came out wearing a fancy dress and her hair perfectly done. She took Rio's keys, kissed them good night and rushed out. When she got to the Italian restaurant, her table in the back, away from prying eyes was already set up. The owner personally saw to it that she got exactly what she wanted.
This time he was right on time. Moving past the seats of people, he smiled when he saw her sitting there. "I swear you're getting more beautiful each time we meet."
She blushed and gestured for him to sit. The owner clapped his hands and the appetizers came out. "You don't look so bad yourself." He was healing fast, surprisingly.
"Thank you," he smirked. Leaning forward he kissed her cheek. "How was your day?"
She lightly touched her cheek. "Umm..." shaking her head, she lowered her hand. "Boring...but I didn't skip...for once."
"Really? That must have been excruciating for you. Why didn't you skip?"
She shrugged. "No reason to, I suppose..." Though she never had a reason to skip either.
Rio slipped out of the closet. "Really, Gabe...I have to go," he said smiling as he fixed his uniform. Gabe pouted. "We can continue this later."
They kissed and Roi left Gabe going one direction while Gabe went the other.
Patrick stopped as he saw Gabe. "Gabe, judging by the hickey's on your neck you've seen Rio," he smirked.
Gabe smiled. "He's heading to your class," he said. He met up with Leia and Nathan. "What are you doing?"
"Writing Nathan a better paper," Leia said.
"Why?"
"Because I hate Shakspear and I know I can make his plays a hell of a lot more interesting," she smiled as she wrote.
"You are putting sex in it aren't you..."
"Yep." Gabe frowned.
Rio sat in Patrick's class patiently waiting.
Patrick opened up his door and nodded to Rio. "You're late," he said coldly.
"Sorry...Leia's rubbing off on me..." he said. "I won't be late again."
His face softened and he waved it off. "Don't worry about it. You weren't that late, and I saw that you were preoccupied with other things." Leaning against his desk he took out some papers and handed them to Rio. "Everyday before you leave school stop by and I'll give you some new material. Some time it will be papers to grade other times it will be planning for future classes. Right now you're in charge of grading papers. If you want you can stay here and work or you can take them home. I figured you'd probably want to take them home so you can be with Gabe. I don't care what you do so long as it is done by the beginning of the next day."
"Sure," Rio said and took the work. "I'll have it on your desk first thing in the morning."
Leia came in a few seconds later and slammed Nathan's paper down. "Give an F to that!" she said smirking. "Rio, Gabe wanted me to tell you that his trouser snake is lonely."
Rio blushed. "No he didn't."
"You're right, but I know he's thinking it," she laughed. He shook his head and walked out.
"Can't you kids go five minutes without putting your things in something?" He eyed Nathan's paper and then looked at Leia. Taking out a pen, he put a large red F on it.
"You didn't even read it!" she said "Read it!"
"I don't have to," he told her. "That's not Nathan's hand writing, which mean someone else wrote it, which in turn means that he cheated, which in turn means that he gets an F." Taking the paper, he held it up, his eyes skimming what the author had written. "Though I can say this. If the person who wrote this was in my class they would certainly pass with-" He paused as he got to the rather graphic sex scenes.
She smiled as he paused. "Good stuff huh? Makes you wish I was still in your class," she said as she sat on his desk.
"It is rather...interesting," he admitted as he continued reading. "I didn't know that some of the positions you describe were even possible...and anal is included as well." He continued reading, it was rather explicit but very intriguing. He always had a vivid imagination, and now that was starting to work against him as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
She looked him over. "I live in an apartment with two gay men. Anything is possible."
"So I see," he whispered as the characters reached their climax. "This was indeed...very...good." Finally he looked up at her.
"I know," she said. "I wrote it."
"If you were to be in my class you would have definitely received an A for this piece." Opening up his drawer, he put it next to the condoms.
She held out her hand. "You don't get to keep it." She moved her hair from her face. "And I don't give a crap about A's."
"Why don't I get to keep it?" He pouted as he opened up his drawer once more.
"There is no reason to. It's my paper. I'm not in your class." She reached in and grabbed her paper, noticing he hadn't even used any of the condoms. "I didn't buy those to look at. Use them."
"There are very few people that I would care to use them on," he explained. Taking out the box of condoms, he looked at them, his mind still focusing on her story. "I haven't even checked to see if they'll fit yet."
She shrugged. "Take them home, call up an old flame. You're too young to be acting like you're old."
He laughed at that. "I'm not trying to act old. It's just that my old flames are few and far between."
"Make new ones, duh," she said. "I do it every year."
"Why?" He asked, genuinely curious. "Hasn't there ever been anyone you've truly cared about?"
"One or two," the bell rang but she didn't move. She had History in place of gym, not that she cared. "Doesn't really matter. The feelings were never requited."
He patted his desk, he had no intention of going to gym with her there. "Well, I've only had one and it was returned; and it still didn't end well."
"Which is why it's so much better to just fool around," she said as she crossed her legs on his desk, getting comfortable.
"There's a big difference between sex and making love," he told her. "The later is much more pleasurable."
"I wouldn't know," she shrugged.
"Perhaps someday you will," he smiled. "You're a beautiful young girl whom any guy would be lucky to have."
"Only those I don't want," she said and jumped off the desk. "I'll see you around." She walked to the door.
"Wait...Leia," he said. "You and Nathan...I mean....you were safe right?"
She looked back at him. "Don't worry about me, Mr. McClain...I'm pretty good at taking care of myself." There was almost a sadness behind the confidence.
"No one can take care of themselves completely; and one as young as you shouldn't have to do it all," he sighed.
She smiled. "If only you weren't so bent on the age difference, Mr. McClain..." She opened the door and walked out. History seemed so trivial now.
He thought about that for a second. Going outside he looked down the hallway. "Tonight," he called out. "Dinner at the Chinese restaurant."
She turned to him, halfway down the hall. "I'll be there...eight o'clock."
He nodded. "Good."
She turned back around and walked into history class. Nothing would have her attention now. After school, she went home and tried on a million different outfits. Gabe and Rio tried to get her to tell them why she was getting dressed up, but she didn't let them in. It was her first real date...with a real restaurant. She finally decided on a simple summer short dress and some sandals with her hair up in curls. Taking Rio's car, she drove to the Chinese place and was set at the nicest table, the manager already preparing the best meal of the house.
Patrick fixed his suit. He tried to keep it casual while still looking nice. Despite his best efforts, that was nearly impossible to do seeing as how nervous he was. She was sixteen. He had asked her out on a whim. He wasn't about to stand the poor girl up, so he was going to go regardless of what people thought of him.Arriving at the place, he nodded at Ming who quickly guided him to his table. "Hello," he said with a small smile. "You look...lovely."
She stood quickly, nervous for the first time in her life. She ran her hand over the simple dress, her green case looking stupid next to it. "I...didn't think you would really come," she said. He was ten minutes late. When he sat, she sat again. A few seconds later, the manager brought out the appetizers. She gestured to the curtains and he pulled them. It separated the booth they were in from the rest of the restaurant giving them complete privacy.
"I wasn't about to leave my...date, waiting for me," he said with a nervous smile.
"You don't have to be so formal," she said as she took the chop sticks. She knew this was more of a pity date than anything, and usually she would kick someone's ass for giving pity...but she wanted to have a date before she turned twenty.
"Sorry," he smiled. Taking his chopsticks, he began to sample the wide array of food. "They must really like you here. This food is wonderful." He smiled, his hand reaching out to rub her cast. "You don't happen to have a pen in your purse do you?"
"My dad is best friends with the owner...there isn't many places I can go that I don't get treated like this," she said shrugging. A few seconds later a lady came in with a pen and she handed it to him. "Being rich means you are important but you're not really known."
"Money buys a lot of things. Animosity included." Nodding to her cast he held up the pen. "May I?"
She leaned forward a bit, her upper body moving closer and the perfect view down her dress for his eyes was set before him. She nodded. "Money is important...but the people with it aren't so important. They are just treated that way."
His eyes looked down her dress, unashamed as he licked his lips. He thoroughly enjoyed the sight before him. He signed his name and wrote a sweet little message followed by a smiley face. "Sometimes they are," he smiled.
Her eyes met his before she sat back down. "What makes them important is what they do with that money. My father doesn't know it, but I sign him up to donate thousands each year to charities around the country." She sat back in her chair and started picking at the food. "More than half of what he has right now has gone to charities. Though, if he found out, I'm sure he would cut me off." She smiled.
He smirked and nodded. "See, you do have a heart somewhere in there," he said, poking at her chest with the end of his chopstick. He was honestly surprised. He was actually enjoying himself. That was unexpected.
"Don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to hold," she smirked. Moments later, the main course came out. She took a few bites before saying something in Chinese to the manager in thanks.
"Aye, and I'm not really Irish. Shh," he laughed, cocking an eyebrow when she said something to them. "You speak Chinese."
"There is a lot you don't know about me. I speak Italian, French, Russian, and Irish too," she said smiling. "I traveled a lot as a child. My mother wanted me to know the world. But when I fell in love with America, she drew the line. I moved to America for school, she stayed in Italy, my father in France."
"You bring a whole new meaning to a house divided," he laughed. "How old were you when you decided to stay in America?"
"Nine," she said. "I met Gabe when I was seven and I was smitten with him. I just had to stay with my new playmate. So my parents arranged the marriage and we went to the same private schools. In ninth grade, I got my own apartment, he came out, the wedding was called off, and he moved in. My mother died when I was in sixth grade so I really didn't have much of a choice. It was either stay in America or live in France with my father. And I would rather die than live with him."
"I'm sorry to hear about your mother," he said in between bites. "Losing a parent is always difficult." There was a pain in between dishes as he looked over her. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you hate your father so much?"
"There are multiple reasons but the main one is because he killed my mother," she said as she took a bite of her food, smiling at the flavor.
At that point Patrick began choking on a piece of sushi which was now lodged in his throat.
Leia smacked him in the back until he was ok. "Everything alright?"
He coughed and nodded, tears staining his eyes. "Your father did what?"
She slide some water to him. "He murdered my mother," she said.
"Why isn't he in jail?" He was hoarse, downing the water slowly.
"Money. He has a lot of money," she said.
"That doesn't excuse murder!"
"You don't have to tell me that. I know," she said. "If it were up to me, he would be in jail, but since there were no witnesses and there aren't many clues, no one could really accuse him. But he knows I know. He knows I know what he did which is why he won't put up a fight when I yell at him or demand something. He knows I know he murdered my mother."
"I see," he whispered. Uncertain of what else he could say. Her father murdered her mother and she has had to live with that for so many years. "Well, if it's any consolation to you I've never murdered anyone." He offered her a smile, trying to lighten the suddenly tense mood.
Was that suppose to be a joke? "Right..." Dessert was brought out and Leia smiled. She took a spoonful and licked the spoon clean.
"This has been a rather fun evening," he smirked as he dipped into the dessert. "I must say, I have...enjoyed myself."
"I'm glad," she said as she continued to eat.
"Would you like to do this again sometime?"
She looked up at him, really shocked. "Really?" she smiled. "Yes, of course." Leia handed the manager her credit card and he smiled before walking away.
"I was thinking next time an Italian restaurant, perhaps a walk in the park? I think I should be able to pay for the walk in the park."
She laughed. "I don't mind paying, Mr. McClain." She sighed the check then took her card back. Slowly she stood. "Tomorrow?"
"If you'd like, tomorrow is fine with me." He gave her a small smile.
She nodded. Leaning down she kissed his cheek. "I'll leave first." She pushed pass the curtain and walked out the door to Rio's car.
He found himself wishing she had stayed longer. What was wrong with him? She was just a child. Taking a deep breath, he waited for quite some time before leaving. He was sure to get an earful from Gabe and Rio tomorrow, but he was beginning to think it might be worth it.
Leia didn't tell the boys where she was or who she was with. For once, she just wanted to have something for herself. The next morning, she left a note on his desk telling him where to be, what time, and to ask for her table. She made sure it was on his desk after Rio put his work on it.
When Patrick got to work that morning and found her note he felt...well, naughty. He laughed and folded it, putting it in his pocket. Naughty felt good. His entire first period class wondered why he was in such a good mood, but he didn't care. Let them wonder.
Leia was zoned out the rest of the day. She tried to listen to Nathan make plans to meet up on the weekend but all she really did was nod. Finally, the final bell rang. She rushed Rio and Gabe out then ran inside to go over outfits all over again. Gabe and Rio stood curiously outside her door asking questions she wouldn't answer.
Finally she came out wearing a fancy dress and her hair perfectly done. She took Rio's keys, kissed them good night and rushed out. When she got to the Italian restaurant, her table in the back, away from prying eyes was already set up. The owner personally saw to it that she got exactly what she wanted.
This time he was right on time. Moving past the seats of people, he smiled when he saw her sitting there. "I swear you're getting more beautiful each time we meet."
She blushed and gestured for him to sit. The owner clapped his hands and the appetizers came out. "You don't look so bad yourself." He was healing fast, surprisingly.
"Thank you," he smirked. Leaning forward he kissed her cheek. "How was your day?"
She lightly touched her cheek. "Umm..." shaking her head, she lowered her hand. "Boring...but I didn't skip...for once."
"Really? That must have been excruciating for you. Why didn't you skip?"
She shrugged. "No reason to, I suppose..." Though she never had a reason to skip either.