When Alistair mentioned her short skirt her cheeks went red, she already felt quite embarrassed wearing that damn thing. But how on earth did everyone manage to forget what had happened? She could only think of one thing, someone at this school had the ability to alter peoples mind. It was an insane thought, what made it worse was that she for a moment believed it could be Miss Maple. But she was wrong, she had to be otherwise Alistair would have known.
But did it really matter who had made people forget? She was so relieved that no one remembered her little scene, that she was not known as the dangerous freak. She bit her lip a bit, an placed a lock of her hair behind her ear. She was standing close to Al, she couldn't consentrate on their problem right now, all she thought about were his arms around her. The way he smelled, how it had felt like he just for a moment enjoyed it too. There was something she had been thinking about, but she didn't know just how to put it. 'Well, you can always try.' She told herself.
"Ehm Al, I was just thinking that... Well we can't stay at the library all night, I mean, our parent might get worried. But ehm, my parents are at some benefit tonight and won't be home until sometime tomorrow. So if you wanted you could tell your parants that your at a sleepover at my house? She couldn't help looking at Ryan, not knowing weather he still was to upset to immediately turn her words into something not suited for children. She was about to say something else when she felt a hand gently tap on her shoulder. she turned around, looking at a boy she had never seen before.
"Hi Casey right? I'm Jonathan Andrews. I don't know if you have heard about the dance next Saturday, I was hoping I could convince you to go with me." he was smiling at her, waiting for an answer. She hadn't heard about the dance, and if she was going she would have preferred Al. She gave the boy half a smile.
"Look James." His face changed, the smile were strained and his eyes went to Al for a moment, looking at him threatening.
"It's Jonathan actually, but you can call me John if you like." She didn't care what his name was, she just wanted him to leave.
"Jonathan. It's nice of you to ask, but I have no intention of going to the dance, that's just not my thing. But it's nice of you to ask though." She turned away from him before he could say something else, she really wasn't in a mood to talk to strangers.
Jonathan was looking at Alistair, mouthing 'You'll pay for this' before he turned and walked away.