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Fear drummed in my heart. “Yes. Everything’s fine. My mother has been busy with work and now she’s out of town.”
Principal Schneider’s eyes narrowed, and he looked like he was about to protest, but at the last moment changed his mind.
“If you need to discuss anything regarding my sister or her education, please call me.”
“I will.” He rose from his chair and came out from behind the desk. “I do want what’s best for your sister, but there are only so many allowances I can make for her behavior. She didn’t just attack any student. She attacked Cal Riskin.”
“Cal Riskin,” I repeated. “That name sounds familiar.”
“He’s the captain of the football team and the school’s star quarterback.”
Derision for the kid I’d never met completely enveloped me. I had my own history with a football player.
“You didn’t speak to Cal and ask what he said to my sister to make her react the way she did?” I asked.
“I did ask him. He denied that he’d said anything and then his father...”
“His father what?” I demanded.
“His father—Cal Riskin Senior, is an attorney. A well-connected attorney.”
I let out a huff. I knew how the world worked. There were those with money and power and those without. Those without lived by different rules and were punished constantly, while those with money and power did as they pleased. Even if my sister had been in the right, money and power could change the slant.
I was failing her.
She was sitting in the passenger side of the car, not even absorbed in her phone. Her backpack was by her feet.
“What happened?” I asked.
She looked at me. “Cal Riskin is an asshole.”
“And that’s why you attacked him?” I raised my brows.
Waverly shook her head. “He was one of the guys sitting on the wall when you dropped me off.”
“Okay?”
“He saw you,” she said, making it sound like an accusation. “And he said he’d pay good money to see you working it at the Crystal Palace—just like Mom.”
I winced. Waverly’s classmates knew our mom was a stripper. And teenagers had no problem circling the weak and bullying those that were different or below their social class.
“So, you attacked him for what he said?” I guessed.
She shook her head. “No. I was hell-bent on ignoring him, but then he said I wasn’t going to amount to anything. That I’d be knocked up before graduation and I’d have to get on a pole just to support my trailer park brat—and that if I was nice to him, he’d throw a few twenties my way when he was home from college. That’s when I attacked him. I got in one good punch before I was pulled off him.”
Waverly was looking out the window, but when I didn’t say anything for a good long minute, she finally glanced at me, worry constricting her face. “Say something. Yell, scream, tell me I’m an idiot for letting that guy rile me.”
“You put some force behind it?”
She blinked and then rubbed her knuckles. “Yeah.”
I nodded. “Good.”
Chapter10
“Do me a favor,”I said to Waverly as I eased out of the parking spot.
“Sure, anything.”
