Chapter Fourteen
Evangeline
Iwalkinto class wearing the same silver high heel shoes I had on at the club on Saturday. I want to mess withProfessor Spenceto see if he recognizes me. I thought about it all day Sunday, trying to figure out if I should continue this little game or just come out and say it.
I like games, what can I say?
Without a word, I walk to my chair, sitting down and shuffling through my bag, trying not to pay attention to my teacher.
Ashley pokes me from behind. “I love your shoes. So sassy,” she boasts, and I swear I want to kiss her right now.
I lift my shoes, showing them off even more. “Aren’t they? I’ve had some good times in these shoes lately.”
When I turn back around, I see Cole looking at me, but I can’t tell if it’s my shoes or my legs he’s admiring more. Either way, I know I’ve caught his attention.
“Welcome, everyone,” he greets the class after shaking his head slightly like he’s ridding a thought from his mind. “Okay, let’s talk about evidence. What is it? How important is it? And what are the rules of evidence?”
“Evidence is everything. Without it, you don’t have a case,” Alex yells out.
“True. But are there rules to it?” he questions.
“Of course there are. There are rules to everything,” Ashley retorts.
“Yes,” he drawls out, “But aren’t rules made to be broken?” He winks at me, and I laugh.
“Some, but not all,” Charlie bites out, making me turn to look at him.
“Elaborate then,” Cole urges on.
“Some rules are there for a reason. To protect people. To make sure things are fair.”
“Yes, but when it comes to evidence, what is considered fair?”
“Evidence is evidence. That’s the point. The word itself means it’s a fact, so if it’s there then it has to be fair because it’s the truth.”
“True, but what if it was collected illegally?” Cole argues back.
“It’s still a fact,” Ashley states.
“Yes, but is it admissible in court?”
“It depends on the means of how it was obtained,” I yell out.
Cole eyes me suspiciously. “Give me an example of what you mean.”
“Well”—I change the position of my legs, purposely uncrossing them and changing sides, so my shoes stand out—“for example, if a cop breaks into your house without a warrant and finds the gun you used to kill someone, that’s protected under the Fourth Amendment and therefore thrown out in court. But”—I uncross my legs again, leaning in, putting my arms on the table, pushing my breasts up to him and going in for the kill—“say in the movieTop Gun”—I watch him narrow his eyes and swallow hard. I can tell his wheels are turning—“whenMaverick,” I slowly say his name, “turns the plane upside down and Goose takes a picture of them flipping off the enemy, it might have been illegal to turn the plane upside down like that, but if they had to use the picture in court to prove something, as evidence, it would be allowed since the way they obtained the photo was not illegal under the Fourth Amendment.”
I’ve got him. I watch as realization finally hits, and he knows who I am. Darkness fills his eyes as his tongue sticks out to lick his suddenly dry lips.
“That’d be something you would do. Huh? Would you beMaverickor Goose in that situation?” I say, emphasizing Maverick to seal the deal and see his reaction.
He doesn’t respond. Just stares at me, and it’s not until Charlie moves his chair, causing a harsh noise to fill the silent room that the trance he had on me breaks. I smirk, sitting back in my chair and winking at him.
He nods his head slightly in recognition. “Good point,Angie. And yes, I think I would beMaverickin that situation.”
“I knew it. And yeah, you can call me by my real name now. It’s Evangeline.”
I smirk, and I swear I see the bulge in his pants get a little bigger before he turns back to the board and clears his throat, trying to get on with the rest of his lecture.
