Title: Sky Blue Triad II: Chance Of Rain
Author: astra
Rating: PG
Status: 2/4 Complete
Pairings: Casey/Zeke
Summary: Delilah hates Mondays.
Thank you: to Vshendria for wonderful beta!
The locker door slammed with a little more force than necessary, masking the sound of her fingernail breaking. Stupid Mondays. She cast a dark look at the ragged nail before putting on her "perfect" mask and looking up again. She was fully aware of who was nearby, and their pathetic delusions that they could ever be worthy of her attention. Idiots. She tossed her head, indulging in the sensation of her silksoft hair brushing against her neck. She could almost hear them drooling. "Thomas," she purred, moving close to the least objectionable of the group and handing him her books. "Going my way?" Of course he wasn't, and she knew it; his class was at the exact opposite end of the building. Tough. She walked off, knowing he would follow.
Pathetic.
She greeted people along the way, reminding everyone within earshot that she was the queen of this school. They were her underlings and only if they were extremely lucky would she deign to acknowledge them.
Sigh. She crossed the threshold into Miss Burke's classroom, not letting the boredom show. Here's another hour about to be wasted. She rewarded Thomas with her most beautiful smile and a hand on his chest, leaning close to whisper her thanks before sending him on his way.
She took her seat, crossing her legs and adjusting her short skirt to best show off her legs. She was pointedly not looking towards the windows where *he* sat.
Little geek.
It wasn't until the class was half-over and she was falling asleep from boredom that she finally weakened. He wasn't there.
She frowned. Casey never missed class, especially not Miss Burke's, where he was one of the few students who actually read the books they were supposed to discuss.
Her eyes were drawn to the windows, looking out, not at the dazzling blue sky, but at the crowded parking lot. It wasn't a surprise to see that a particular parking space was empty.
Her stomach fluttered and she forced her attention back to the front of the room where Burke was droning on about Chaucer of all things.
Please.
The bell granted merciful release but she didn't hurry off like the other students, she picked up her books and shoved them at the nearest waiting male.
She blew off science because she could; being editor of the school paper had its perks.
She drove to the mall out of habit, but sat in the car for a long time, just thinking, then trying not to think.
Casey.
It wasn't like he was a prize or anything, all geeky and scrawny when she liked her men tall and strong. Still, dating the school hero, darling of the press, had had its advantages.
Who did he think he was, turning her down like that? No one refused Delilah Proffit.
Five weeks she invested with the ungrateful little geek. She flattered him, charmed him, spent her valuable time with him. And how did her repay her?
Zeke.
Being refused was bad enough, but being turned down for Zeke? It was the worst possible insult.
She'd had a little of her own back this morning, though. She planted one of her best, knee-weakening kisses on Casey right there in front of the school, beside the flagpole appropriately enough. She'd dug her hands into his shirt and held him close while she'd ravished his mouth with hers. Then, when she could feel the eyes of every student on her, she stepped back and slapped him as hard as she could.
Bastard.
She wasn't even sure what words she used, but from the whipped puppy look on his face, they must have been good ones. Cold, cruel words; she was a master at going for the jugular.
She'd walked away, the memory of his pain etched into her brain. It was a pale victory, but she'd never admit it. It took everything she had not to look back. Casey... She looked at the photograph of a butterfly taped to the dashboard of her car. He'd given it to her just a few weeks ago. He'd invited her to the darkroom and surprised her with a carnation. She sat on an old worktable and watched as he developed his photographs, studying the way he moved so smoothly and confidently here when he was still a little hesitant when he walked the halls.
She had made a point of walking with him for a few days, watching as his confidence grew, delighting in his laughter and easy smile. She should have known it couldn't last.
She'd heard the rumors of course; everyone had. A few well placed words with her friends and those rumors changed. Now when Casey walked through the school people looked at him with interest. And she hadn't made up everything — he really was a good kisser. She closed her eyes and tried to picture him kissing her. Her warped imagination kept replacing her with Zeke. She almost smiled at how tender they were with each other. As much as she hated it, Zeke was good for the little geek.
Much better than she would ever be.
She started the car and left the parking lot, heading for the highway. After a while she leaned over and turned up the radio, then pulled the photo from the dash.
There were no other cars around and she felt like she was a thousand miles from anywhere. A few cottony clouds hung in the sky. Casey loved days like this.
She opened the window and held the photo out, letting the wind pull at it until it floated free. It fluttered across her vision and disappeared, lost against the blueness of the sky. She looked at the sun, then looked away, blinking the moisture from her eyes.
