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Chapter 87

April 24th

Atlas's POV

"Dad, how can I get away with murder?" I ask laying over one of the desks. He gives me a concerned look before shrugging his shoulders. "Depends tell me how much they weigh, how tall they are, age, ya know that kind of stuff" he answers clearing the chalk's board.

I perk up at his answer sitting up on the desk. "Does that mean you will help me?" I pry with lots of hope. "Who is the person?" He chuckles and I clap my hands together. I have the best dad ever! "Thomas" I sneer his name as my Dad moves to tidy his desk.

"Oh, Asher's best friend? Why do you want to kill him?" He questions my trying to even out his papers. "I wouldn't say best friend" I grumble crossing my arms. "I don't know, they seem pretty close in class" he nods to himself.

"Well, he's an absolute arse!" I slam my hand onto the desk next to me. My dad just chuckles doing his normal clean-up procedure. "Well, why do you think that?" He finally acknowledges my clear frustration. "He's annoying, the first time he ever met Asher he told him to stop saying fiddlesticks because it's annoying... so I'm still holding a grudge over that" I complain as my Dad just continues to chuckle.

"Yeah? You got that from me." He taps his foot as I send him a confused look. "I'm always holding grudges too, while your papa is way more forgiving than me" he grabs my attention again.

"Oh? What are you holding a grudge about?" I was getting curious now and leaned forward on the desk waiting for an answer. My dad freezes for a minute before looking away embarrassed. "I'm still holding a grudge... about- your papa taking some girl to the YuleBall..." he mumbles as I bite my lip to hold back my laughter.

"Sounds like a bitch" I choke out trying to be on his side. "I know right! I didn't even know her but what a bitch!" He yells throwing his arms up. I nod agreeing with him. "Anyways why else do you want to murder this boy" he rubs the bridge for his nose, relaxing we had gotten so off-topic.

"Oh, yeah, easy, he's always touching Asher" my dad stops what he is doing now looking at me with a serious expression as I talked. "Rubbing his shoulder, hugging him for much longer than need to, or his leg, and who knows what he does when I'm not around!" I rage, my Dads eyes staying focused on me the whole time. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"And don't get me started on how he would call him cute and cutie! He hasn't done it in a while, well at least not when I'm around- but I just urghhhh and he's coming over next weeeekkk!" I continue on my rampage pulling at my hair.

"I'll watch him in class" my dad replies to it all. I give him a thankful look and he nods. "I don't want anything else to happen to that poor boy, or anyone else in my family for that matter" he scowls tossing his papers into his work bag. No longer trying to be organized.

"Thanks, Dad!" I thank him out loud anyways. He stops what he's doing to look at me again. "You're welcome" giving me a crooked grin. He gets back into motion putting all of his things away "Now let's get home I'm sure your boyfriend misses you" Dad chuckles looking to the door.

I jump from the desk and start for the door my Dad right behind me. "I think your Uncle Blaise might be getting promoted" Dad starts a new conversation and I whip my head back around to him. "Again!?" I ask surprised.

"Yeah! My best friend is crazy talented" he smirks. "I feel like you should be less proud of yourself and more proud of your friend" I joke getting a glare in return. "Shut up" he scoffs nudging my arm.

"What does that mean for Ron and the girls?" I ask the question that everybody would have wanted to know. "I'm not sure... he's hoping he'll be able to do more work at home because at least then when he's on his breaks and he can hang out with them" he explains.