A Proscriptive Relationship

:A Proscriptive Relationship: 45

"Holly, como estas?"

I glanced at my Spanish teacher for a moment, trying to comprehend what she asked. After a second, I realized she was asking how I was. "Ah, bien..."

"Estabas enferma?"

"Si," I responded, stopping by her desk so she could interrogate me.

Casey stared me down from the back of the classroom, a frown on her face. I returned her look with a questioning one.

"Lo siento," Ms. Elliot started again. "Bienvenida de vuelta."

"Gracias."

"Tienes la tarea de viernes?"

A small sigh escaped my lips. Of course the one homework I didn't do was the one homework she wanted to see. "No, lo siento."

"Tráemela mañana," she told me with a smile.

"Claro," I responded, returning her smile. Before she could say any more, I hurried towards my seat.

"Where have you been?" Casey started in an accusing tone.

"Sick," I responded honestly. "Didn't you hear my conversation with the teacher?"

Casey snorted. "As if I understood that."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "How do you manage to pass this class again?"

"Don't change the subject. Something's up."

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Mr. Heywood has been out for three days now, and two of those days you are out as well?" she started, narrowing her eyes. "Don't tell me you two were skipping together."

"What? No!" I responded, my eyes widening slightly. "I really was sick. Mr. Heywood-"

"Is sick too?"

I nodded. "When I left his house on Sunday he still had a fever... I haven't talked to him since because after I went home I ended up getting sick too. He spread his disease..." I trailed off when I noticed Casey was grinning at me like an idiot. "What?"

"When you left his house on Sunday?" she repeated. "What is that supposed to mean?"

With a quick glance around the room to see if anyone was listening, I beckoned Casey close to me. She leaned in, her eyes wide with excitement. I almost laughed at her.

"My mom asked Mr. Heywood to take care of me for the weekend while she was gone," I informed Casey. "It ended up being the other way around though, haha."

"Really? You stayed the whole weekend at his place?"

"Yep."

"Did anything happen with... you know?"

My heart skipped a beat and I stared at Casey in shock. "W-what do you mean?"

"Between you and Mr. Heywood," she said slowly, furrowing her eyebrows. "What do you think I meant?"

"Um, nothing," I responded, looking away. There was no way Casey could know about the gangs. What was I getting so paranoid about?

"Oh, Holly, you can't lie to me. Tell me!"

"Dime."

Casey jumped in shock and my eyes shot up to see Ms. Elliot hovering behind her. Casey grinned sheepishly. "Sorry..."

"Lo siento," Ms. Elliot corrected again.

"Right," Casey muttered under he breath as Ms. Elliot went back to the front of the room.