“You rebel rouser.” I point the finger at him.
“I did absolutely nothing.”
I take the chips from his hands. “Come on.”
He trots alongside me. “Well, what did he say?”
“Grown up talk.” I stuck my hand in the chips, ignoring the fact that he was asking what Keola had said to me.
“Well that’s bullshit.”
I gawk at him, “Finnick Cole Ashers! Language.” I’m a horrible role model. “Then tell me,” he presses on.
“It’s nothing, kid. He’s just on a job.”
“Uh huh, and he was flirting with you.”
“That’s not flirting, that’s hating each other. He’s just a big, dumb, stupid man. Thinking that all women will just fall on their knees at him.”
He snorts, “Yeah, okay.”
“You’re supposed to be on my side.” I push him as we walk back to the Bronco.
“I am. That’s why when we get home, I’ll pull out the list and you get first dibs on the prank list.”
Oh, I raised this boy right.
Chapter 9
Lottie
Wecanplaythegame of hating and pestering each other. But maybe in the end a purple haired angel is going to give in.
Those words haunted and excited me all weekend like a crazed horny teenager. I am shaking like a tiny dog with the bundle of nerves that he is responsible for. My hope is that the prank that I approve of my nephew to do will end the bottle of nerves. Perhaps the infatuation will vanish.
Mondays are deemed the one day that I try to get every meeting out of the way, therefore the rest of the week is geared towards the students and supporting the staff.
Is it perfect? No.
Does it go my way? No.
But I’m also determined to get with Tessa and find my answers. As I continue to work on grant reports and our library trip details in the coming weeks, my desk phone rings.
Which is rare enough as it is.
I see the general number of city public schools. This can’t be good news.
I pick it up after the third ring, “This is Charlotte Ashers.”
“Lottie, it’s me.” Brayden’s voice comes through the phone. My heart drops, if he’s calling me on my desk phone and not my personal phone, it means business.
“This is official business isn’t it.” A hint of sadness overcomes me.
“I need you down here at SunHills High school. We think it’s another one.” My heart sinks even lower.
I don’t want to ask the question, but I need to. “Is it one of mine?”
He lets out a sigh, “No, it’s not but the administration thinks there is a connection.”
