“Oh, God, Ms Hill. You made me jump.”
“What is that?” I ask, pointing towards her cigarette.
“I think that’s a little obvious.”
“You’re at school.”
“School is closed. I’m here because I’ve been forced to help out with training.”
“You’re still on school grounds. Smoking is forbidden inside, outside, and anywhere near the car park.”
She scoffs and drops the cigarette to the ground, before grinding it down with her heel.
“It doesn’t belong down there.”
“Then where am I supposed to put it?”
“That’s not my problem; I’m not the one smoking it,” I say, bluntly.
She glares at me as if she’s about to tell me exactly where she thinks she should shove her cigarette, but stays quiet. She bends down and picks the butt up from the floor.
“This time I won’t make a formal report, but if it happens again…”
“You don’t need to give me special treatment just because you’re fucking my dad.”
I stand there, paralysed by her words.
“I’m only letting it go because I never report the first incident. All my students receive equal treatment.”
She doesn’t bat an eyelid.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, they’re waiting for me in the gym.”
“Who’s waiting for you?” Another challenge. She seems to have decided to put an end to her academic career today.
“The team.”
“Not the coach?”
“You’re about to receive your second warning.”
She doesn’t even flinch at the sound of my weak threat.
“Does he fuck you to thank you for the job you gave him?”
“Watch how you go, Skylar. You’re getting very close to a disciplinary.”
“I guess you could almost consider him an escort, couldn’t you?”
That’s the final straw.
“You know, like someone who you shag in exchange for money. You pay his salary, right?”
“You’re suspended.”
Her confident expression wavers.
“With immediate effect. For five days. I’ll inform your family this evening.”
