you’re sorry,” he demanded.
“I’m not apologizing to your pants, Romeo!”
Romeo looked heartbroken. Then he cupped his hand to his ear. “What did you say, Little Romeo? Uh-huh. Mmm-hmm. Oh, Little Romeo, how rude! Don’t talk like that about Sam!” Romeo’s face turned sad. In a grave voice he said, “You really hurt his feelings, Sam. You really ought to apologize.” Romeo raised his eyebrows expectantly.
I was so swept up in Romeo’s genuine outpouring of emotion, I actually whispered, “I didn’t mean it, Little Romeo.” I giggled, and looked Romeo in the eyes. “How was that?”
“Excellent, now just give Little Romeo a hug and a kiss, and everything will be fine.”
“I’m not hugging and kissing your Little Romeo!” I blurted, perhaps louder than I’d intended now that the room was full of students.
“I’m kidding, Sam,” he smiled. “Little Romeo only likes boys. Just like his old man.”
Chuckling, I shook my head.
“Good afternoon, class!” Marjorie Bittinger said as she walked in the door. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was terrible due to an accident on the Five.”
I guess it was okay for
“I’m sure the only accident she had on the freeway was in her pants,” Romeo said. He wrinkled his nose.
I giggled, but, ew. “I think that’s her perfume.”
“Smells like pewfume to me,” he winced. “Did somebody let a skunk in?” he whispered.
“Are you through?” Professor Bittinger asked, suddenly standing behind Romeo. How the hell did she always do that? Did she have a teleportation device in her pocket, or just trapdoors scattered throughout the room for her to pop up through?
“All done,” Romeo said casually while holding up his cleaned armature wire, purposefully misunderstanding her.
Marjorie scowled at him. “I’m glad to see that you have paid such fastidious attention to your 1/12th scale armature, because you won’t be needing it today,” she said victoriously. Marching to the center of the room, she said, “Today we’ll start on our 1/3rd scale sculpture of the model. We will be using the large armature wire you purchased at the beginning of the term.” She turned to me whip-fast. “Did you remember to purchase the large wire, Miss
I struggled to not stick my tongue out at her. “Yes I did, Professor—” I almost said Bitchinger, “… Bittinger.”
She glared at me like she’d known what I’d been thinking. Then she closed her eyes dismissively before turning away, as if merely closing her eyes would magically banish me to Hell or Hades, or wherever she hoped I’d rot for eternity.
For the next hour, we built a much larger wire stick-figure man.
When I was finished, I noticed Hunter Blakeley walk into the room. He was preppie-sexy and had the aviator sunglasses on again. He walked directly to the professor and they chatted for awhile.
Marjorie Bittinger transformed into her usual preening, flirty self when Hunter was in close proximity. The way Hunter acted, you’d think they were dating.
“Do you think those two are hooking up?” Romeo whispered.
“It seems that way.”
Hunter walked into the corner and changed into his robe behind a hanging curtain. Marjorie stole glances at him the whole time.
“She’s peeping at him!” Romeo whispered, faux-offended. “You think she’d wait until he was standing naked in front of the entire room. She’s totally desperate.”
I could relate to that feeling of desperately wanting something you couldn’t have. I felt like I’d been seeing as much of Christos lately as Marjorie was getting to see of Hunter at the moment. Glimpses.
With any luck, that would change this evening when I had dinner with Christos. I crossed my fingers. And my toes.
Hunter walked out from behind the curtain and onto the dais wearing his robe. He flung it off with a flourish.
Sigh, yeah, he was totally hot.
I noticed a gleam in Marjorie’s eyes as she pretended to give Hunter’s naked body a cursory inspection. She tried to play it off like no big deal. But her hunger was obvious.
“Hunter,” the professor said, “please take your pose. Class, grab some clay from the warmer, and go to it.”
It turned out the bigger sculpture needed way more clay. I had to go back to the warmerator three times before I had enough. I slapped clay onto my armature, and went to work with a wooden paddle smoothing out the planes. I was getting the hang of this sculpting thing, and had my voodoo man blocked in pretty quickly.
Minutes later, I discovered that working larger was more difficult. There was a lot more room to screw things up. I was getting hung up on one of the legs. The knee looked wrong and the calf was three sizes too big.
“Your paddle,” Marjorie demanded.
“Huh? Oh.” I handed her the wooden tool, which looked like a small spatula.
Despite Professor Bittinger’s lack of interpersonal pleasantries when it came to anyone other than Hunter, she was amazingly skilled at sculpting. She plucked off a hunk of clay from the calf muscle on my sculpt. Then, with three quick swipes of my paddle, she transformed my wonky clay leg into a work of art.
“Wow, Professor. That looks amazing.”
She handed me the paddle unceremoniously and walked away.
I rolled my eyes behind her back. Was that supposed to be teaching, or just showing off? Despite her clinical beauty, she was a robot in the social arena. She was totally hotistic.
During the break, Hunter robed himself and bee-lined right over to me. I couldn’t help but notice Marjorie’s glaring eyes glued on him. I felt like running out of the room, just to get away from Hunter. Either he didn’t realize or didn’t care that he was souring my relationship with my professor, which would probably have an impact on my grade.
“Hey, beautiful,” he smiled. “Been thinking about you.”
I almost said, “That’s funny, because I haven’t,” but realized such a brush-off might sound like flirtation. I didn’t want to be a rude Bitchinger either, so I opted for bland, “Hey, Hunter.”
“You remembered my name?” He grinned. “That’s a start.”
“If you say so.”
“I do,” he smiled.
I swear, everything with Hunter was a come on.
“Hiiii, Hunter,” Romeo smiled longingly. I think he batted his eyelashes. At least, he may as well have based on his fawning tone.
Hunter glanced at him dismissively. “Hey, dude.”
“You remember Romeo, don’t you, Hunter?” I shifted positions so Romeo was between me and him. “I need to, ah, get some more clay.” I didn’t, but it was a worthy excuse.
Too bad Hunter followed me to the warmerator. I opened the door and pretended to scan for what I needed.
“How was your weekend?” he asked.
“Fine.”
“Aren’t you going to ask me about mine?”
“No.”
“It was pretty awesome.”
“I’m sure.”
“Me and some buddies went skiing at Mountain High. Powder was insane. Do you ski?”
“No,” I lied.
“I could teach you. I bet you’d be great, with some expert instruction.”
