She was obsessed with France. She took French as a subject but I guess the curriculum did not cover sex phrases.

"It does not mean that." I told her.

She looked at the two boys and frowned confusedly "Oh. What does La Petite Mort mean then?"

Brennan then added while grinning mischievously "Yeah Ella. What does it mean?"

I sneered at him before responding to Lana "Ask your boyfriend."

Lana nodded and then proceeded to ask, "So was it something else you did last night?"

"No!" I shouted and resisted the urge to climb under the table and live there for the remainder of the day.

I wished that I was a good liar. I wished that I was not thinking about good he made me feel with one little touch of finger.

"Not yet." Brennan muttered.

I glared at him.

The terrible French speaker smiled at her boyfriend before announcing to us all "Guess who cancelled his plans the night of The Fall Ball to take me there? Is he not the sweetest?"

Pointing to my saviour Brennan with a handful of fries, I told him "You are back in my good books, Lover Boy. Now I do not need to go to this stupid dance."

"How is that?" Lana argued, unimpressed by my unwillingness to go.

"Because he is taking you and that means I don’t have to."

"That is not how it works." She said to me before claiming "We all have to go together as a group."

Stone leant down to ask me while the other two were busy talking "Why don't you want to go to the dance?"

I raised an eyebrow at him "Why would I want to go?"

Lana spoke so loudly that it broke me out of my intense eye-lock with Stone. We all looked at her as she ranted to Brennan.

"We have not spent any time together all week because you have been so busy." She let out a sigh before snapping at him further "Where do you have to go that is so important? You are always busy, and you never tell me why."

The Houdini acts by Stone had completely blanked my mind. Spending time with the man next to me had affected my thoughts and changed my priorities.

My leg went cold as Stone's hand moved away from me. I looked up at him to see him scowling in the other direction.

The quarterback's arrival could not have come at a worst time.

Chase stood at the end of the table and his attention was on the mountain of a man next to me.

He was smirking at the giant meanwhile Stone addressed him with an emotionless glance.

None of us said anything to him.

The blonde quarterback was the one to fill the awkward hostile silence by meeting my eye and asking, "Can I speak to you?"