The Queen Of Spades

Chapter 7, Continued, Again

The days blurred together and seemed to go slower as I awaited the trial, but eventually it was Wednesday morning and I was on my way to school. During the walk to history before lunch, I asked Caleb to take notes for me for our test on Friday and then ran down to the basement to get my clothes out of my locker. I had put a change of clothes for court in there before school and changed in the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom I was wearing a black pantsuit with my hair perfectly pinned up in a military style bun (which was the hardest thing that I’ve had to do since Bex left), the only exception to my otherwise CEO worthy outfit being the military issued black combat boots I was wearing.

I checked my phone, Nada had texted to say she was waiting in the parking lot. As I made my way up to the main level, I passed Gideon on the stairs. "Where are you going?" He asked, looking me up and down.
"What? Do you like what you see?" I scoffed.
"Just curious."
"I'm going to court. Can you make sure Caleb takes notes? I'm probably not gonna be back at school for a couple days."
"Wait a minute, you can't say something like that without giving me an explanation. What happened?"
"None of your business Gideon. Stay out of it, yeah?"
"No, hold on, I'm coming with you. And you can explain it all on the way. Besides, I hate history."
I groaned and thought it over for a minute. "I don't have time for this, come on. Don't expect an explanation though. I like to remain as mysterious as possible." I motioned for him to follow me and walked to the door, pushing it open. Gideon waved at Nada as he climbed in the back of her car while she raised her eyebrows at me. I gave her a look that said "don't ask" and strapped my seat belt on. We drove in awkward silence to the courthouse across town and parked in the parking garage. As we got out and started walking I noticed Gideon doing something on his phone, his brow furrowed in concentration. I walked behind him and looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing. From what I could see he was typing lines of code, but I couldn't tell what for.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"Making sure my dad doesn't know I'm not at school." He said, shoving his phone back in his pocket. Arching an eyebrow, I decided not to question it right then.