“Soon enough, you’ll bow at my feet, house nigger.”
“You pansy ass peckerwood mother—”
“Hello,” greets a short, portly, gray-haired man. “You must be Cocoa.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m Mr. Green, the headmaster of this fine educational institution.” He offers his hand and I accept it. “Michael has told me so much about you. Are you available for a quick chat?”
“Sure.”
He looks at Maverick. “Ready to lead the team to the championship?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Excellent.” Mr. Green grasps Maverick’s shoulder. “I have faith in you.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Give me a fucking break.
“Cocoa, this young man is a stellar student,” Mr. Green praises, making me gag. “You’d do well to follow his example.”
“Not to worry, Mr. Green, I’ll keep her on the straight and narrow.”
Ha! Liar, liar, pants on fire.
“That’s very kind—”
“First period is starting soon,” I cut in. My ears are going to bleed if I listen to any more of this drivel.
“Oh, right. Well, have a great day, Maverick.” Mr. Green turns on his heel and bustles down the hallway.
I flip Maverick the bird.
He mouths,bitch.
I blow him a kiss and sashay behind Mr. Green.
We enter his office, and he motions towards a sitting area. I sink into the plush brown leather chair and he settles in the one opposite me.
“How’s your morning so far?”
“Can’t complain.”
“Marvelous.” He steeples his fingers over his rotund belly. “Have you read the student handbook?”
“I skimmed through it. Is there a problem?”
“You’re in violation of the grooming policy.”
“What’s the issue?”My eyebrows furrow in confusion.
He gestures towards my head. “It’s your hair.”
“How so?” I challenge.
Mr. Green clears his throat nervously. He didn’t expect me to question his accusation.
