“Follow me to my office,” she says.
And…I guess that’s what I’m doing.
???
As we enter into the dean’s offices, the first thing I see is some chick with classic Karen hair. And then my dear cousin.
The Karen is leaningdeeplyinto Lexi’s space.
“That will be all, Tina Marie,” the dean sighs. “Please take the rest of the evening off.”
The woman looks up, and I get a glimpse of my cousin’s relieved face.
“Are you sure, dean?” this Tina Marie chick asks. “I’m happy to take notes, or just provide refreshment. I was just telling Alexis that he looks like he needs some…care.”
The side-eye she gives him is so horn-dog it makes my dick shrivel.
Tina Marie is an official dick-shriveller. Like enough to bury my cock inside my own body backwards.
A shcrick-diveller.
Hmm, note to self, trademark Schrick-diveller™.
Dono thinks he’s got the monopoly in naming things, but fuck him. And it’s even funnier because of Tina Marie’s TM initials.
“Max? What are you doing here?” Lexi frowns, pushing Schrick-diveller™ away as he stands.
"Just checking in. I heard there was a Schrick-diveller™ on the loose," I say, leaning against the doorframe and acting cool despite the fact my hand is pulsing in time with the bass in my head.
The dean ignores me and continues to frown at her admin. “I won’t tell you again, Tina Marie. Please leave.”
With a huff, the Schrick-diveller™ flounces past me, smelling like desperation and synthetic-musk perfume.
I make sure to give her a wide berth so I don't accidentally catch whatever mid-life crisis she’s leaking.
Once the door clicks shut, the Dean indicates we follow her into the main office.
Then she looks at my hand.
My purple, swollen, very-much-not-okay hand. "Sit down, Maximus," Crankshawe says nicely. It’s not even sarcastic or her 'you're in big trouble' voice.
No, the dean has a tone that says 'I’m tired of everyone’s shit'.
I feel ya, dean.
I plunk into a velvet chair.
Through the darkened window pane, high-beam search lights swoop and flash. Good luck, fellas. You’re not going to find shit.
Lexi glances from me to the window, looking like he’s tempted to push me through it. After a beat he squares his shoulders and opens his mouth.
I sit back, ready to be impressed with whatever bullshit story he’s about to weave. This has always been one of Lexi’s strengths, making up tales to cover my ass.
Bless him.
“I’m sorry, Dean, that this student wasn’t following curfew,” Alexis says. “I didn’t check…”
"Let me stop you right there,” Crankshawe says, raising a hand. “I’m too tired for more lies and gameplaying. I know more than you think, Feniks, so much more."
