“Who are you talking about?” My sister’s voice makes us both jump.
“What are you doing here?”
“These are my parents, too, Niall. Even though you seem to have the monopoly right now.”
I scoff and sink onto the arm of the sofa. I really did not need to see my sister after the news I’ve just received.
“Kerry’s losing his mind because his friend turned up at school today to speak to the head teacher.”
“Heryou respond to? I asked you one simple question, and it didn’t even have anything to do with you.”
“It was plural. I was allowed to respond.”
“Apparently English is your strong point.”
She glares at me.
I should’ve kept quiet.
“Kerry’s having problems with Ms Hill.”
Shit.
“What kind of problems?”
“Nothing.”
“Have you been an arsehole again?”
“What do you mean ‘again’?”
“You didn’t try it on with her, did you?”
“M-me? With th-the headmistress?”
“You’re stammering,” Skylar points out.
Really? I hadn’t noticed.
“You never change, Niall.”
“I haven’t done anything,” I lie, blatantly. “And I’m not interested in her.”
My sister and my daughter exchange a condescending glance. Now that I see them side-by-side, their arms crossed, wearing the same expression, things are starting to make sense.
“So you wouldn’t be upset if I told you that they’re going on a date?”
This time, I have to swallow down something much larger.
“How do you know that?”
“I heard her say they’d see each other soon when he was leaving.”
“How did you hear that?”
“I was in the classroom next door, pretending to talk to that nerd so that I could eavesdrop.”
“What nerd?” Rian asks.
