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    Change – Chapter 19

    “Yeah, me too.”

    There was a silence as Bette really didn’t know what to say to Candace. She felt slightly uncomfortable around her, she just wasn’t her kind of person.

    “Listen, do you have any plans tonight?” Candace asked bluntly.

    “Uhm…” Bette pretended to be deep in thought. She didn’t want her team members to label her as a person without a life. “No, I don’t think so, why?”

    “Well, me and my friends Yolanda, Brenda and Judy are meeting up tonight and I was wondering if you would like to join us?”

    “I don’t know… I’ve never met them. Where are you going?”

    “There’s this new club in town, Milk. We were going to check it out.”

    Bette had to think quickly. If Yolanda, Brenda and Judy were anything like Candance, she knew she wouldn’t have fun. She didn’t like going out in the first place, certainly not with strangers. Certainly not to clubs. She formed a quick plan.

    “Yeah, sounds great. Give me your number and I’ll text you later about time and place,” Bette suggested.

    Candace grinned widely. “Give me your cellphone, I’ll put my number in it.”

    Bette fished her mobile out of her pocket and handed it to Candace. Candace pressed a few buttons and then frowned.

    “Kennard Tina? Isn’t she a teacher here?”

    Bette blushed and slapped herself mentally. She should have known. Jewel, Kennard…

    “Euh… yeah…”

    “One of my friends has her, she’s supposed to be really hot.”

    “I guess.” You have no idea just how hot!

    “Anyway, what you doing with her number?”

    “Uhm… she… uhm…” Think quick, Porter, think quick! Fuck, think faster! “She tutored me a few times this year. My English grades were… worrying.”

    Candace frowned. “Hence your reputation of English genius.”

    “Yeah… well… the subject wasn’t really my thing.”

    “What subject was that?”

    Oh for fuck’s sake, why are you being so nosy?

    “Uhm… Hemingway. Some of the… things we discussed.”

    “So this hottie is your English teacher?”

    “No, she’s my history teacher. Ms Peabody is my English teacher.”

    “I heard she’s pretty damn hot as well. You’re one lucky gal, Bette Porter!”

    Why does she even assume I care about the hotness of my female teachers? Is ‘GAY’ tattooed on my head?

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