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[indent][indent][color=darkgray]As Archer left the room with Kavan in tow, Ariana and Max were once again left to their own devices. The young woman was silent as she snatched her freshly-wrinkled blouse from the locker room floor and occupied herself with buttoning it, doing the same with her blazer. Soon she felt Max’s gentle touch on her cheek, nodding at his question of how she was doing and offering him a smile. But when he mentioned he would talk to Archer about not speaking about what he had witnessed, Ariana could only snort. Anyone with half a brain would know that it wasn’t shame what was keeping the brunette quiet, but rather the possibility of a potential opportunity getting ruined. What had happened (or, rather, what she had [i]said[/i] happened) between her and Warren Diedrikson had been means to an end: a tool to effectively speed up the process of her climb up the social ladder. To have the past brought back this suddenly in front of Max made her sick with the worry of losing a chance she’d been wanting to get for years now.

She didn’t have much time to wallow in her own self-pity, though. Max’s sudden exclamation startled her and made her jump back to her senses. She shot him a questioning look, but an answer was quickly provided when the blond male explained how ‘Mr. Russo’ would kill him if he was late again and how he thought the older man ‘hated him for some reason’. It took all of Ariana’s self control to not burst into a fit of laughter. She could very well think of an [i]excellent[/i] reason as to why Mr. Russo would hold a vendetta against his student, but it would be far too unprofessional and incriminating. So as bad as it sounded, the young woman was thankful for Max’s low IQ and lack of punctuality providing the perfect cover for her older lover’s dislike.

[color=BF225D]“You’ve got to admit that was fun…”[/color] Ariana purred in his ear as soon as the door closed behind them, pinning Max against the wall with her own body and peppering his neck with kisses. [color=BF225D]“I just wish there was a way to finish what we started. I mean, we were literally [i]just[/i] getting started. Let’s just skip the first period and go back to your place. Mr. Russo can kiss my ass.”[/color][/color][/indent][/indent]