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“Does it look like I’m kidding?”
Anger pulses through my veins and after the bullshit with Jude’s mom earlier, my patience snaps. I grab the trash bag from my feet and storm into the kitchen. “Fuck you,” I growl, slamming the trash bag into his chest. “Fuck you to the deepest pits of hell. Clean up the goddamn room yourself.”
I don’t say another word as he stares at me in shock. I doubt anyone who has ever worked for the Carrington’s has ever spoken to them like that, but if he wants to keep going with this bullshit, then he’s going to have to get used to it.
I walk out of the kitchen with his heated eyes on my back, not even caring if he was to fire me right now. If that’s what he wants, then he can go right ahead. There’s more than enough rich pricks living in Bellevue Springs. I’m sure one of them can be convinced to hire the broken girl from Breakers Flats.
I get to the door when Harrison comes barging in from the other side, momentarily forcing me to put a hold in my dramatic storm off. He briefly looks between me and Colton and I watch the very second he realizes that I’ve just said something that I probably shouldn’t have. His eyes narrow to slits but before he can say anything, I’m out the door, more than ready to get out of here.
“What is it?” I hear Colton’s voice trailing from the kitchen behind me.
“Sir,” Harrison says. “I have Vincent DeCarlo on the phone for you. He’d like to make you an offer.”
“Fuck,” Colton sighs, his voice growing more distant by the second. “I’ll take it in the office.”
Chapter 18
“Oceania Munroe,” I hear my name hollered through my English classroom.
My eyes snap up from the worksheet on my desk to find Mrs. Matthews’ harsh stare on me, sending nerves pulsing through my veins. Her hand hovers over the phone on her desk and dread settles heavily into my gut. What did I do? I swear I haven’t called anyone a rude bitch all day. The only time my name has ever been called out by a teacher holding a phone was when I was about to get my ass handed to me.
“Umm … yes?”
“You’re ten minutes late for your scheduled appointment with the guidance counselor. Why are you still sitting in my classroom?”
My gaze flicks across to Jess who sits beside me before landing back on Mrs. Matthews’. “I’m sorry. Who? I didn’t schedule an appointment.”
“It is compulsory and you are currently giving yourself a bad name. Now hurry up and attend your appointment before you’re forced to reschedule and miss more class time.”
“Yeah, okay,” I say, pushing up from my chair and grabbing my things. I look back at Jess. “What’s this about?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “You can never be too sure with that one, but seeing as though you’re new, I’d assume she just wants to touch base and know what your next steps are.”
“Next steps?”
“Don’t ask. It’s her motto. Everything is about the ‘next step.’”
My face scrunches in distaste. I don’t know whether I’d prefer to suffer through this English class or get stuck with someone wanting to poke their nose into my business, but unlucky for me, I don’t exactly have a choice. “Where am I supposed to go?”
“Third door on the right after you pass the student office. You can’t miss it. Her name is Miss Davies, it’s on the door.”
I give Jess a small smile and as I go to leave, she pulls me back. “Hey, Ocean,” she whisper-yells. I look back at her, waiting to hear whatever other useful advice she’s got for me to help me through this little meeting. “While you’re gone, could you check in with Milo? I haven’t heard from him since the party.”
Hmm, apparently Jess is all out of useful advice.
“I, uh …”
“Oceania,” Mrs. Matthews snaps. “Miss Davies has been very patiently waiting for you. You’re wasting her time and now mine. Get a move on.”
I give Jess a tight smile and scram. The last thing I need is to be the one to have to break it to her that Milo was just using her for a little fun. That’s assuming he decides that he wants to go back to eating cocks for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I mean, I’m all down for that, but it’s not an issue if he wanted to have a little coochie for an afternoon snack.
I get my ass down to the student office and start looking for Miss Davies’ office and just as Jess had said, I find her name scrawled across the third door on the right. I give a small knock, cringing with the thought of what I’m about to find.
“Come in,” a timid voice says from inside the office.
