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“That, among others,” he confirms. “Like, this morning. Your first and second-period teachers marked you absent. Care to explain?”

I fold my arms over my chest. “I slept in.”

He raises his eyebrows. “And did Mr. Davenport sleep in as well?”

“Excuse me?!” I glare. “What exactly are you insinuating, Mr. Davis?”

“You will address me as Headmaster Davis, young lady, and I’m not insinuating anything. I was simply asking a question.”

“Well, you’ll have to ask Mr. Davenport about his whereabouts because I can only speak for myself.”

He considers that for a moment. “Very well. Now, normal protocol dictates that I call a student’s parents whenever they’re marked unexcused from a class. However... there are other ways you can make up for it.”

“Such as?”

“Such as... earning extra credit. Some students opt to help out in the office after school. Filing things for me and such.”

“What’s my other option?”

“There is no other option.”

I stand up. “Well, I guess you’re going to have to go ahead and call my so-called father. Anything else? I’d like to finish eating before the period is over.”

His eyes narrow. “That will be all, Miss Callahan.”

I give him a flippant wave as I exit the office. Kingston is waiting for me as I step into the hall, fully working the broody boy angle.

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??What was that about?”

“He wanted to give me shit about my attendance. Threatened to call Charles. I told him to have at it.”

He scowls. “Because you missed a couple of classes this morning?”

I roll my eyes. “No, apparently, the headmaster has an issue with me missing weeks of classes. You know, when I was in recovery.”

“Fucker,” he mutters.

“Agreed.”

Kingston extends his hand. “You wanna finish eating?”

“What’s the alternative?”

He pulls me into him and whispers against the shell of my ear, “You can let me eat you. I may have made a copy of Bentley’s master key. I’m sure there’s plenty of empty classrooms right now, and it’ll definitely help get your mind off your conversation with Headmaster Douche.”

“Option two. Let’s go with that.”

I’m laughing as he drags me down the hall into the first darkened room we find. It happens to be a science classroom, so instead of individual desks, rectangular tables are spread throughout the room.

“Perfect.” Kingston’s white teeth flash in the shadows as he pats the hard surface. “Hop up.”

I use a stool to boost myself up until my ass is parked on the table. “Now, what?”

Kingston flattens his hand in the middle of my chest and presses down. “Now, lie back and relax.”

He plants himself on the same stool I used and yanks my legs until they’re propped over his shoulder.

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