Snapshot of the Life of a Dork
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
5,590
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
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I do not own The Faculty, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 10
The next few days at school are tense, even though Gabe, a few of his buddies, AND Delilah have all gotten suspended while the police do their investigation. . .into Casey’s assault, and the drugs that were found in their lockers during a ‘random’ search that Miss Burke of all people supervised. Zeke is already bringing down the hammer. It’s funny now to think that there was ever a time that him and Casey weren’t close.
I’m not sure why I even bother going to school. All I want to do is go to the hospital. Casey’s improving, but he’s really emotional, partially because he’s refusing pain killers unless he really needs them. He says they make him feel stupid.
Sigh, he’s so cute.
Stokely’s trying to keep my mind off Casey while we’re at school by yammering on about the Homecoming dance. She dragged me to the mall yesterday to pick out our dresses. I managed to find exactly what I wanted -- a strapless red dress that clings perfectly to my curves. Casey is gonna be knocked flat on his ass. At least, that’s what Stokely says.
For some reason, I’m feeling particularly melancholy today and nothing Stokely says about the dance and how fabulous I’m going to look on Casey’s arm makes me feel any better.
“What if Casey isn’t better by the time the dance comes around?” I grumble at lunch. “What if he isn’t better in time to teach me how to dance?”
“Oh for god’s sake.” Stokely says, rolling her eyes. “Will you get over the doom and gloom? He’ll be fine.”
“I just feel so bad for him.” I mumble, putting my head down on the table and pouting. “I’m thinking about skipping the rest of my classes and going to see him.”
Zeke appears out of nowhere and sits down beside me. Glowering. Not saying anything. Gee, he’s not helping my mood.
Stokely scowls at Zeke. “Okay, so what’s your problem?”
“Nothing.” Zeke grumps. Argh. Don’t do this to me now, bro!
“It’s obviously not nothing.” I say, frowning. “What’s wrong, Zeke?”
“Yeah, c’mon, one bad mood per table, please.” Stokely mutters.
“I was just at the hospital.” Zeke said. “They finally let me see Case. God, he’s purple.”
Stokely and I gape at him. “Oh god, really?” Stokely says, blinking. “Poor Casey.”
I, however, have a completely different reaction. “You went to the hospital and didn’t tell me?!” I hiss. I look around for something to throw at him in indignation and settle for one of Stokely’s french fries from her lunch tray.
“How is he? Did he ask about me? Is he doing better? Jesus, Zeke!” I say.
“Whoa, breathe, girl.” Stokely says, staring at me in amazement.
“I don’t know! I haven’t seen him before this!” Zeke protests as he wipes ketchup off his face. “He wanted me to bring him homework. I told him he was a loser.”
“He was asking for homework.” Stokely says, grinning. “He’s better.”
I sigh, slumping down. “I’m sorry, Zeke. I guess I’m just getting used to his purpleness.”
“Yeah, you’ve been at the hospital, what, every day this week?” Stokely says.
“Yeah. . .” I say, nodding. “God, I don’t even know what I’m doing here! I can’t concentrate on my schoolwork, the yearbook, nothing. All I can think about is Casey.”
“You need to relax.” Stokely says as she munches on her fries. “Zeke, don’t you have something for that?”
“Shhh! The school’s been really freaky about that stuff lately.” Zeke mutters. “I shot myself in the foot with that one.”
“Yeah, but the look on Delilah’s face when the cops searched her locker was priceless.” Stokely says, smirking.
“Yeah, what you wanna bet there’s gonna be payback for that too?” I mutter, shaking my head.
I sigh, brushing my hair back out of my eyes. “So, Zeke, what do you say to ditching school and running me by the hospital so I can see my man?”
Stokely rolls her eyes. “What’s so important that you can’t wait until after school?” she asks.
“Nothing.” I insist. “I just want to see him. I miss him.”
“Mmm, I bet you do.” Stokely says, smirking. “Just remember he’s injured and probably shouldn’t be engaging in physical activities.”
Stokely!” I hiss, blushing bright red. Oh man, I KNEW I was going to regret telling her about my intimate relationship with Casey.
Zeke chuckles in spite of himself.
“Sex is probably better for him than homework right now.” he says with a grin. “Sure, I’ll run you over, even if he’ll bitch at me for it. He was pissed off that I cut school.”
“Would certainly give new meaning to the term ‘physical therapy’,” Stokely says, smirking.
“Good grief.” I mutter, rolling my eyes. Figures. I start getting laid regularly and it becomes amusement for my friends.
Well, okay, so it’s not exactly on a regular basis, but it would be if those pricks hadn’t beat my boyfriend up!
“C’mon, Zeke. Let’s go.” I say as I stand up.
******
When I get to the hospital, Casey’s sitting up, wearing a new pair of glasses and reading a magazine for lack of anything else. Compared to previous days, he looks great. One of the nurses grins at me when she sees me hovering in the doorway.
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” she tells me. “As soon as his parents brought those glasses, he’s really improved. I think he was bored before.”
I grin. “Well, I guess I should’ve brought some books for him to read or something.” I say. “I’ll remember that next time.”
I knock lightly on the door as I enter the room. “Hey handsome.” I say, grinning at Casey.
Casey looks up. There’s definitely a brightness in his eyes that I haven’t seen since he’s been in the hospital. He waves, then points to his throat. The tube’s been irritating it.
“Comes out tomorrow.” he tells me. “Stitches come out in two days. I can go home after that.”
The nurse grins.
“He’s pretty excited about that.” she says. “I’ll give you two a minute alone.”
I smile at the nurse. “Thanks.”
I move over to the bed, smiling at Casey. “You look good, babe. You look better.” I say. “Stokely says hi. And no, I didn’t bring you any homework. Sorry.”
“I’m reading Cosmo. I’m desperate.” he says hoarsely, then touches his lips. “Kiss please. Hi Stokely.”
I laugh. “Anything interesting?” I say, nodding at the magazine.
I lean over, placing a soft kiss on his lips. Sigh. I’ve missed him terribly. I’ll be very glad when he can go ho
He kisses me instead of answering and lets the magazine slide onto the floor. He winces as I accidentally lean on him, but doesn’t break the kiss. His mouth tastes stale, but I don’t care. He’s been eating through a tube for almost a week. I’ll cut him some slack.
It’s very tempting to just keep kissing him, but, well, a hospital isn’t exactly a private place. And if I keep kissing him much longer, I’ll want it to go beyond kissing. Bad idea. He’s still got stitches. I don’t care what Zeke and Stokely say.
Unless. . .ya know. . .he carries this further. How can I say no to such an adorable face?
He’s not stopping. Oh god, I’m actually considering doing him in the hospital while he’s got a tube in his nose and an IV stuck in his hand. He has to be the hottest guy ever. And he’s mine! All mine! Take that, girls I hear gossiping in the hall!
Then I start panicking. What if the nurse comes back or a doctor comes or -- god forbid -- his parents walk in? That would be the most embarrassing moment of my life.
And shit, I didn’t bring protection! Damn it! Now I know why Zeke keeps them in his car.
Oh! His car! Huzzah!
. . .
Do the doors in hospital rooms lock?
“What’s wrong?” Casey mumbles, opening one eye. “You’re fidgeting.”
“Um. . .” I blush, suddenly feeling retarded. “What if somebody. . .ya know. . .walks in?”
Yikes, would they kick me out? I’d hate not being able to see Casey! Ahhh!
“On kissing?” he asks as I pull away. “As long as it’s not my parents. Aw screw it, who cares, them too.”
He grins, then rubs at his throat, wincing as he swallows.
“Stupid tube.” he complains.
Oh. Now I feel really stupid. He was just thinking about kissing and I was panicking over sex in a public place. Egad. Am I becoming a nympho or what?
Nah. I’m just horny. It feels like he’s been in the hospital FOREVER.
“Comes out tomorrow, love.” I say, smiling.
Stitches out in two days, then he goes home. . .and I POUNCE!
“Thank God.” he says, then grins. “You know, I’m going to need help doing stuff when I get home. Do you mind if I talk to my parents about you giving me that help?”
I’m too stunned to respond for a moment. Casey’s being sneaky?! That’s. . .oh GOD that’s hot!
I slowly grin. “I don’t mind at all.”
Wow. . .is he the hottest guy ever or what?!
“Good.” he says, his grin widening before it falters a little. “Is that really sneaky, or acceptably sneaky? I just miss you so much when I’m here alone at night.”
“Definitely acceptably sneaky.” I say, smiling. “I miss you too. Very, very much.”
So much that I was considering doing him in the hospital.
I blush just thinking about it.
“I can’t wait to take a shower.” he says, rolling his eyes. “I feel so gross. How’s school? Is anything interesting happening?”
“Mmm, am I invited to that shower?” I purr. “I can wash your back. Among other things.”
Mmmm, I’m getting turned on just thinking about it. . .
Huh? What? He asked me something else. . .
Ohhhhhh yeah. . .
“Yeah, I’d say something interesting has happened.” I say. I quickly summarize for him the whole thing with Delilah and Gabe getting suspended.
“Good.” he says bitterly. I then realize I’ve distracted him from the shower conversation. Stupid stupid stupid!
“So yeah, you didn’t answer my question.” I say as I let my fingertips brush up his arm. “About the shower.”
Yikes. That wasn’t a very subtle attempt to change the subject, was it?
“Hmm?” he responds, obviously distracted. “Oh, yeah Morgaine. Whatever you want.”
I frown. Well, that certainly wasn’t the response I’d hoped for. . .
“Hey, why so bummed, babe?” I ask. “You’ll be going home in a few days, Delilah and Gabe are going to get what they deserve.”
“I just don’t like thinking about being beaten within an inch of my life.” he responds darkly.
“Oh baby.” I say softly. I hug him, being mindful of his various injuries.
My poor, sweet Casey. One more trauma to add to his collection.
I squeeze my eyes shut, sighing. “This is my fault.” I mumble.
“No, no, please don’t say that.” he says, then sniffles as he hugs me back tightly. “Morgaine, please take that back.”
Uh oh, he’s getting emotional again. Oh guilt.
“I should’ve just bided my time.” I say, frowning. “She would’ve lost interest eventually and I could’ve swooped in and cheered you up and she wouldn’t have cared because she would’ve been finished with you.”
I sigh. “I’m sorry, Casey. I’m just. . .these last few days have been agonizing.”
“Morgaine, she slept with Zeke. I wasn’t going to get anywhere close to touching her again.” he insists, looking revolted. “The whole thing just makes me feel really weird. I yelled at Zeke when he was here even though I know he was trying to help and wrecked my throat. Then the doctors gave me this stuff and I feel really weird and floaty now. I just want out of here.”
“I know, baby.” I say, sighing. “Only a few more days.”
I wanna break him out now. . . Zeke would help me. He could probably remove Casey’s stitches tooeke eke is very smart. VERY smart.
Oh god, that is so tempting. . . I’d better stop thinking about it. . .
“I love you, Casey.” I whisper as I slide my fingertips along his collarbone. Like I said, I just have this thing about touching him. I think it’s because I’m still a little afraid I’m going to wake up and this -- the whole ‘hooking up/making love to Casey’ thing -- will all be a dream.
Though I wouldn’t mind the ‘Casey getting beat up’ thing being a dream. . .
Casey’s eyes close, and he sighs, both pleasured and pained. He reaches up and takes my hand, a little blood backing up into the IV tube from the exertion. Oops, am I getting him worked up?
I grin slightly, watching him. God, I want him so much.
“You have no idea how much I am looking forward to you coming home, Casey.” I whisper.
“I’m less to look at right now than I normally am.” he insists, opening his eyes again. “I mean, my whole right side is black and blue right now. Not really sexy, I’m afraid.”
He pouts. I’m not sure he’s aware of it.
“Black, blue, red, green, purple, brown, I don’t care, you’re sexy any way you look at it.” I say. I shiver. “God, even your pout is sexy, Casey.”
Am I doomed? Oh yes, I’m doomed. I like being doomed.
“Huh?” he asks. He’s obviously having more trouble processing things than usual. Must be the drugs. Poor thing.
“You. Are. Sexy.” I say slowly, grinning as I lean down to lightly kiss his neck.
Ooooooooooooooookay, no more of that or I seriously will be taking him right here in this hospital bed, tube, stitches and all.
“Morgaine!” he whimpers, wincing. “That. . .please. . .I can’t do anything about it right now.”
“I know.” I say, wincing as well as I pull back. “I’m sorry. You’re just irresistible.”
I bite my lip. Okay, so we need to talk about something other than sex. . .
“Do you want me to bring you some homework tomorrow?” I ask. “It might get your mind off. . .stuff.”
“Yeah, that’d be good.” he says, then takes a deep breath, winces, and grabs at his ribs. Sigh. It’s going to be a long few weeks.
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