“Hi, I am here to check on my brother, Mille,” she greeted the receptionist.
The girl sighed and rolled her eyes because clearly Rose had just been harassing her about the same thing.
“Are you his parent?” she asked, trying to catch an attitude with her.
“I’m his sister, and the principal called me. Go and get him and bring him out here, now,” Minx ordered, losing patience with this little airhead bitch.
She backed off the desk and walked away from Minx.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, avoiding Rose’s dark eyes raking all over her.
“I guess your parents got me down on the list of people to call if everyone is unreachable,” he answered, hands going into the pockets of his jeans.
“Well, I got it from here. You can go.” She examined her nails while they stood there.
She didn’t want to look at him. He made her nervous, and her brain always emptied out around him. She hadn’t seen him in days, and a few minutes in his presence revived her.
“I want to check on him, if that’s okay,” Rose stated. “Make sure he’s good.”
“Fine,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.
“Minx—”
Before he could talk to her, the principal strolled out with Mille at his side. His arm rested on the kid’s shoulder as he brought him over to Rose and Minx.
“What happened?” Minx immediately turned, wanting the scoop.
“He got in a fight. He’s suspended for three days and won’t be able to participate in the game this week,” Principal Meyers declared, and Minx frowned while her eyes darted over to her brother.
“You got into a fight? With who?” she asked because that was way out of character for him.
Mille got along with everyone as far as she knew.
“Minx, can we just go? I ain’t trying to talk about it.” Mille pulled away from his principal.
“He and the other kid are both suspended. Maybe your parents should try teaching him about his anger and how not to react to everything. We are running a school here, not a detention center,” Principal Meyers voiced, his arrogance turning Minx off.
Her brows dipped above her eyes, and she reared her head looking him from his toes up to his balding head.
“What did you say?” she demanded, her hand falling on her hip with attitude.
“Your parents… they are still around, aren’t they?” the principal queried.
Meyers wasn’t a man that kept up with everything in town. He may as well live under a rock. Surely if he knew who the kid’s parents were he would show some fucking respect.
“You assuming because they aren’t here that they are what… dead? Crackheads? In jail?” Minx suggested, and the principal seemed embarrassed as she called him out in front of his staff.
He turned beet red and stammered with his next words. Rose could see there was going to be no de-escalating this, so he stepped toward Minx.
“I was just saying?—”
“My brother is always on honor roll, he’s one of your star basketball players, and he’s always volunteering for shit for this punk ass school! My parents have lives, and I’m his sister. I’m perfectly capable of coming here and picking him up. He doesn’t get into fights, so tell me what happened.” Minx got snippy with him.
“Minx, it’s cool. Let’s just go,” Mille griped, knowing his sister liked to argue and would stand there all day if allowed to get her point across.
“Come on, let’s go.” Rose grabbed her by the elbow and lead her to the door.
Principal Meyers was relieved when they left. Minx yanked out of Rose’s grip as they exited the building.
