dirty little secret (Aaron)

[Lindsay Chase]

Lindsay moaned as the older man rolled off of her. He wasn't the best, but he would do. "So," she panted, sitting up. "My D?"

He slowly sat up "I think it might be a B"

"Excuse me?" she crossed her arms. "How much do you value your job?" her eyes narrowed.

"All right. An A." he finally conceded.

"Good. Now get out. This is a student dorm. You shouldn't be here." That, and, well, if Aaron were to show up it could be bad. She wasn't out to make him mad this time. She just really needed to pass Sociology. And the teacher was an ass who didn't grade that fairly. Lindsay played her cards right, and now there's no way he can fail her without a sexual harassment claim against him and his being fired.

She watched as the old man gathered his clothes and smirked. She stood up, putting on a shirt that Aaron had left behind, and walked over to where the magazines were of her that she kept. She had recently done some nude photos and had a couple of magazines that were just her, with cat ears, on a white, fluffy rug, in her birthday suit. As she looked at the magazines, though she realized one was missing.

"Oh, hell no." she followed him out, but he was already gone. "Pervert!" she yelled down the hall. That was her magazine! If anyone was going to look at it, it would be her boyfriend. "Asshole" she muttered, shaking her head. Oh, she'd get him for that! Nobody stole her nude magazines and got away with it!

[Aaron Nash]

Aaron stared at the name on his phone, trying to place a face to the name. This was what happened when he didn't pay attention to the people that he met. All year, he had been mostly preoccupied. He saw some of his friends now and then, but it was an off and on thing and he was a hard guy to really get a hold of. Though, if it was Lindsay, he almost always picked up. This time, he didn't even remember putting the number or the name into his phone. It was probably someone he met in class but never actually hung out with and by now couldn't remember. And in order to avoid an awkward conversation, he simply didn't pick up and pocketed the phone as he made his way towards his girlfriend's dorm. He wasn't busy that day. In fact, his days kept getting less and less busy. And as volatile as their relationship sometimes was, he loved her and he liked to spend as much time as he could with her. You know, when he wasn't pissed and more than willing to sleep with someone else to let her know it. It wasn't like she didn't do it too! It didn't change how he felt, however. She could be a bitch, and pretty damn self-serving, but he loved that woman.

Seeing her in the hall, he raised an eyebrow and continued down it until he came up behind her and then slowly to her side. Oh, she looked pretty pissed already and he gave her a quizzical look. "Hey," he greeted. "You all right? Some diva insult your pretty face?" He asked, teasingly. It could be anything, really. And when it came to Lindsay, she was full of surprises. No matter how much time they spent together or how much they did together, she still managed to surprise him all the time. And he liked that about her. Again, it was something he didn't question. There was a lot to like and dislike about their relationship, but he wouldn't give it up. The thought of breaking up scared him quite a bit. Losing her would impact him quite a bit, but he never felt like that was a risk, even with their cheating and insulting. He never really thought they were on the edge of a massive break up.

[Lindsay Chase]

Lindsay's eyes shifted as she watched him. "Aaron" she looked down at what she was wearing--his shirt, and her panties, and looked back up at him. "What are you doing here?" She looked down the hall once more, but that teacher was not coming back. She sighed and folded her arms. "Damn it" she whispered. Sure, she got what she invited him there for. Her A. But her magazine was gone, and now her boyfriend was here and he probably wanted an explanation. Lindsay didn't want to explain. How could she? He was Mr. High School and College Student all in one, and she couldn't even pass Sociology. Not without the extra help.

She heard his question about the diva and shook her head "No, it's--" she cut herself off, as she looked up at him. "It's nothing." Just a pervert teacher who stole her nude magazines. "I'm-I'm not dressed" Well, that was obvious enough. And for being as late in the afternoon as it was, she had no reason for it. Lindsay opened her door and stepped inside, assuming he would follow. She quickly picked up the clothes that she had been wearing earlier and tossed them to the side of the bed. If he was going to find out, it wasn't going to be because her clothes were all over.

[Aaron Nash]

"Nothing always means something," he reminded her. At least, that was what he gathered half of the time. Maybe it was a girl thing. Or just a thing people said to avoid what was really going on. The fact that she didn't give him an answer other than nothing only concerned him a little. He followed her into the dorm, as if somehow the answer was going to come to him. When she reminded him she wasn't dressed, he couldn't help but smirk. "That's okay, I don't mind for some reason." He joked. Though, it was kind of strange that she wasn't dressed and that he had walked up on her in the middle of the hall, not dressed. It was late in the afternoon. She should have been dressed by now.

"Did you forget to do laundry or something?" He asked, as if maybe she just didn't have anything to wear. Though, the thought of her not having something to wear was probably a little laughable. He never knew her to be out of clothes. Lindsay was pretty well dressed. But, he kept watching her, as if maybe she was hiding something. Because, at this point, he kind of felt like she was.

[Lindsay Chase]

Nothing meant something. She gave him a look that was meant to question his point and shrugged. "Okay?" What did he expect her to do? Instantly spill what was bugging her? Oh, no. She had told him nothing, and she was going to stick by it, at least for now. She was sure it would come out eventually. She never could keep things from him for very long. But for now, she was being stubborn. Something she was pretty good about.

"Is that supposed to be a joke?" she asked when he questioned her lack of clothes. "That's just pathetic." It wasn't an amusing joke at all. It wasn't even one that she could laugh at and pretend it was funny just to boost his ego, like she normally would. He wasn't even funny. But usually, she pretended it was. It made him feel good or whatever. But not today. It was her duty to tell him when his joke was pathetic. And it was.

[Aaron Nash]

"Okay..." Aaron repeated, but his voice was telling her to elaborate. He couldn't pull what was wrong out of thin air and girls were complicated enough without adding Lindsay's extra layer of complication to it. "Are you going to tell me or do I have to start guessing?" He hoped not the latter, because he didn't want to do that. He just wanted her to come out with it. Hell, he had to be a pretty good boyfriend if he noticed at all, right? Or maybe girls at school just complained too much about their boyfriends not noticing things, when in reality they did. Aaron didn't know, but last he checked, usually they wanted them to know something was wrong, right? He would never get it, that's for sure. But, whatever it was, he wasn't going to just keep from getting an answer.

At the next comment, he gave her a slightly annoyed look, but then changed it to one that seemed to ask if she was crazy. "What? Seriously? You don't have a sense of humour for me to make jokes. I'm not crazy." He replied, throwing a jab right at her with that. "Come on, what's going on?" He asked, because he wasn't going to give it up. And Aaron wasn't someone that backed down easily. He would keep going and going until she finally answered him.

[Lindsay Chase]

Lyndsay didn't plan on saying anything. When he echoed her, she knew what he wanted. But it wasn't happening. Folding her arms, she looked at him. "Aaron. Stop being boring." She'd rather be talking about anything else but this. "I'll get dressed, and then you can treat me to lunch. How does that sound?" it sounded great to her. She thought she was doing a good job skirting the issue.

But then he mentioned her sense of humor and she scoffed. "That is so not true. I do too have a sense of humor. It just so happens that wasn't funny." she said matter-of-factly. She did frown though, and her arms folded. "Nothing is going on." Lie. And he would probably be able to tell that she was lying. Despite their somewhat dysfunctional relationship, they did know each other pretty well. And she happened to know that he was going to be able to discern that she was lying to him.

[Aaron Nash]

"Stop being avoidy." Aaron replied. Of course, when she mentioned going to lunch instead of answering him, he shrugged and stepped back, flopping down on her bed. "Sure, once you tell me what's going on." He wasn't going to let it go. No matter what she said, he was going to continue to be persistent until he received his answer. So, he hoped that she gave up and told him soon, because Aaron figured that he could have all the patience in the world right now.

He scoffed, "You're humourless." Of course he knew she was lying to him. He could tell right away that she was and it was only going to make him continue asking. He didn't know why she tried to hide it from him. Did she really think he would be that blind to it? He wasn't. He never had been. "You're lying. Just tell me, already."

[Lindsay Chase]

Lindsay watched him sit on her bed as she walked over to the dresser. Was he really in that big of a hurry to get into a fight? Because, she didn’t see what had just happened not resulting in a fight. She fell silent for a minute, opening her drawer and pulling out one of her favorite tops. She worked at getting the shirt she had on unbuttoned as she heard him call her on it. She turned and looked at him. Maybe if she gave him part of it, he would be happy with that. “Fine. But don’t try and be Mr. Macho Man about it. I can handle it,” she warned him. As she got the shirt unbuttoned, she went back to where the magazines were. “I did some pictures to make some extra money. I mean, I love Peter Stone, but my agent has been slacking lately on setting up shoots with him.” She handed him the magazines that were there before taking the shirt off and changing into the top.
“There should be one more. Someone’s taken it. Damn pervert” she scowled as she looked in her closet for a skirt. That just crossed the line right there. But, Lindsay wasn’t going to risk having the class cancelled halfway through the semester. No, she would give the man the rest of the term, and then destroy him. She slipped a jean skirt on and looked at him again. “I can handle it,” she repeated. And, hopefully, he would take it at face value and not question her. Because, she really didn’t want to get into the whole professor-grade thing.