“Sure thing. I’ve got what you need right here!” she says in a bubbly voice as she opens a bottle of Tylenol and hands two to me along with a bottle of water.
“Thanks,” I say to her as I drink it down and then make my way out of her office and on my way to the principal’s office.
“Hi there, I’m here to see Principal Stevens,” I say to the lady in the outer office. She looks me up and down before responding. Seriously, does everyone make a big deal out of the new students that attend here?
“Take a seat. He’ll be with you shortly,” she responds in a snooty tone. I walk over to the chair and don’t bother acknowledging her anymore. I sit and look around the office for a few minutes. The decor screams “we only deal with rich people here.”
The walls are painted in a brown color that gives the place an old-world feel but also screams pretentious. There’s even a freaking chandelier!Like what?
A few minutes later, while I’m still caught up in dissecting the place, the principal comes to his door and calls me into his office.
“Hello, Miss Carrington, have a seat,” he says, motioning to the chair in front of his desk while he makes his way behind it. “I assume you know why you’re here?”
“Yes,” I say. It’s because of that asshole teacher.
“Well, I’d like to know why you’re being so disruptive in your classes, Miss Carrington. I’ve had a chance to look at your grades and you’re quite the intelligent young woman. I’m not sure what this behavior is about,” he says in a stern tone.
“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again. It’s just taking a minute to get settled in here,” I say in a sugary-sweet voice that hides how I’m really feeling about this school.
I’ve learned my lesson with Mr. Smith and I’m not about to tell this guy about what’s been going on. I have a feeling that he won’t even care. He looks like he’s a kiss-ass to all these rich people. I’d bet my fucking life on that. You can always tell when someone is a fucking suck-up.
I bet his focus will be on everyone else since they’re all rich beyond words. My mom makes good money but nowhere near what the people here earn.
That thought stops me in my tracks. How the hell is she even affording to send me here? I’m not sure what the tuition price is for this school but I’d bet my organs in a black-market sale that it costs a pretty penny. I’ll have to do some digging.
“Well, that still doesn’t excuse your behavior so I’ll be giving you a month’s worth of detention,” he says.
“But you can’t be fucking serious! I wasn’t—” I start, but he cuts me off.
“That’s enough, Miss Carrington. Save your excuses. You’ll find that this school is different from your old one and we don’t do things the same way. Detention after school for a month and I’ll expect you to get your behavior under control. Is that clear?” he asks.
“Yes, sir,” I say. Why defend myself? He looks like he already has his mind made up about me and nothing I say is going to change that.
“You’re dismissed,” he says finally, and I get up and walk out of his office as fast as I can. Once I’m out of the office and into the hall, I look down at my watch to see the time. I missed a class because I was holed up in his office. It’s time for lunch now.
I head to the cafeteria and on my way there I find Kinsley coming out of one of the bathrooms.
“Hey, you okay?” I ask as I catch up to her. I only ask because she’s usually at lunch with the guys already. Then it hits me. Asher must have done some dumb shit to upset her because that’s what he always does.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just not feeling so good today,” she replies.
“Does it have anything to do with Asher?” I ask curiously just to be sure. From all the interactions we’ve had since I’ve known her, the only person she’s ever had her eyes on is Asher. The guy has been a major douche and doesn’t deserve her but what the hell do I know? I’m infatuated with a guy who hates me so I have no room to say anything.
“Yeah, you know, the usual. Asher’s being the manwhore that he is,” she says, sighing heavily.
“I’m so sorry,” I say, hoping that helps.
“You don’t have to be sorry for anything. It’s not your fault the guy I love is a player… I mean, not love, just interested in—” she says, then cuts herself off.
“Hey, I’m not judging you for what you feel. I know nothing about relationships so I have no room to talk or even give advice when it comes to the opposite sex,” I tell her and she laughs. Well, at least she doesn’t look sad anymore.
When we finally get to the cafeteria, we both walk up to the counter to get our food. I get a salad along with a burger and an apple while Kinsley gets pizza along with her burger and fries.
Once we’re done getting our food, we look around the room for an empty table. Kinsley spots one and we start moving toward it. We have to pass Knox’s table to get there and I inwardly groan.
Kinsley usually sits with the guys but I’m guessing she’s sitting with me today. Obviously I can’t sit with her if she sits with them. I’m not welcomed in their world.
“Kinsley, get over here.” Asher’s voice rings out and everyone in the cafeteria quiets down.