First Dance
May. 24th, 2004 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodsong1I tuck the card into my purse and hurry out the door. Rae once again offers his arms to us and we accept.
"What degree are you pursuing, Candace?"
"Education. I want to teach junior high."
"Daring of you."
Candace giggles. Good grief. "Yes, I know. Kids need a firm hand at that age and you can't expect parents to do the job."
"Teachers shouldn't be expected to either." I point out. While I applaud her career goals, I'm also afraid she's going to be removed within three years for her views.
"My students will leave my class grateful a teacher actually took the time to care." Candace nods sagely.
"Good for you." We reach my car and I try not to sigh in relief. I am so ready for tonight to be over. Fishing my keys out, I disengage myself from Rae and unlock the doors. Rae reaches over and opens mine for me. I blink at him while Candace giggles and lets herself in.
"I'm very glad to meet you, Tuxedo Mask. May I have your number?"
"I'll call you." I say and step into the car. Candace leans over me, waving a piece of paper. Before I can grab it, Rae does. He reads it, nods and tucks it into his coat pocket. I glare at Candace. She glares back. Biting my tongue, I turn and smile at Rae. "Thank you. You made a boring night much more enjoyable."
"The pleasure is mine. I shall see you soon."
"Hope to, you mean." Rae just smiles. A knowing, promising smile. My heart starts thumping again.
"I will see you. Soon. Pleasant dreams, Cherie." He closes the car door, pats it and walks away. I gape after him. Candace waves her hand in my face and I jump.
"Now aren't you glad you came?" She asks, smug as a cat. I put the key in the ignition and start the car, determined not to give her any satisfaction. Childish? Yeah, probably. I despise it when people gloat. She knows this, the brat. I back out and drive to our dorm. Tomorrow is another day. With luck, he won't remember to call. Or hunt me down. I do NOT want a relationship.
Or am I just kidding myself?
"What degree are you pursuing, Candace?"
"Education. I want to teach junior high."
"Daring of you."
Candace giggles. Good grief. "Yes, I know. Kids need a firm hand at that age and you can't expect parents to do the job."
"Teachers shouldn't be expected to either." I point out. While I applaud her career goals, I'm also afraid she's going to be removed within three years for her views.
"My students will leave my class grateful a teacher actually took the time to care." Candace nods sagely.
"Good for you." We reach my car and I try not to sigh in relief. I am so ready for tonight to be over. Fishing my keys out, I disengage myself from Rae and unlock the doors. Rae reaches over and opens mine for me. I blink at him while Candace giggles and lets herself in.
"I'm very glad to meet you, Tuxedo Mask. May I have your number?"
"I'll call you." I say and step into the car. Candace leans over me, waving a piece of paper. Before I can grab it, Rae does. He reads it, nods and tucks it into his coat pocket. I glare at Candace. She glares back. Biting my tongue, I turn and smile at Rae. "Thank you. You made a boring night much more enjoyable."
"The pleasure is mine. I shall see you soon."
"Hope to, you mean." Rae just smiles. A knowing, promising smile. My heart starts thumping again.
"I will see you. Soon. Pleasant dreams, Cherie." He closes the car door, pats it and walks away. I gape after him. Candace waves her hand in my face and I jump.
"Now aren't you glad you came?" She asks, smug as a cat. I put the key in the ignition and start the car, determined not to give her any satisfaction. Childish? Yeah, probably. I despise it when people gloat. She knows this, the brat. I back out and drive to our dorm. Tomorrow is another day. With luck, he won't remember to call. Or hunt me down. I do NOT want a relationship.
Or am I just kidding myself?
