She really does want you back, Aidan.”“Then why are you here and not her?” Aidan said triumphantly.“Well, Caroline...”“Caroline!” he alm...st shouted, getting a few looks from other patrons. “Since when has Caroline wanted anything to do with me?”“She feels bad about what’s happened. She’s worried about Julie. I think she realises that Julie really does want you and that she...” he petered out.“ ... tried to split us up,” Aidan completed for him, “by getting her drunk enough to fuck some bloke on. He released my shoulders, and gently grabbed the sides of my face. He kissed me like the dark stranger kisses a girl in all of the old movies I like to watch. It was seductive and strangely passionate, considering I didn’t even know his name. I had been kissed before, but never like this. It took my breath away, and made me feel lightheaded. Although it could have been because of the tricky punch I’d had earlier, I strongly doubted it. The stranger pulled back again, and his eyes twinkled as. Yann, on the other hand, had worn a silk tee, a sport coat and another pair of his circulation-stopping pants. Sean tried to have some decorum and behaved like a gentleman for the most part. He did his best to keep Yann from acting like an outright whore.It should have annoyed me, but Yann's over-the-top sexual innuendos actually amused me. West and JR were definitely not amused. Poor young Paul had never seen a fag quite as open as Yann and spent most of the meal stunned. But for me it was. Andy thought it made sense. Eisenhower's band, although small, was its most successful extracurricular activity – by a wide margin. Chris was the band's president and he was the student accepted to the most prestigious school. But popularity isn't based on achievement – or even on likeability. That meant Chris Grant fell far down the pecking order in the school's social climate – below even someone like Andy, whose star had risen in the past year (and continued to rise, it seemed).Like Regan's.