Bad Teacher (Temp Title)

24| The Client

Casey

“Why Friday?” Logan groaned and fake sobbed at the news I delivered a few days ago.

My father was signing with a new client on Friday evening. Logan knew that my brother and I always attended the signings, as the clients always appreciated the display of a united family. It was nothing new. It just so happened that the only available time the client had was at the same time of the Founders Ball—the event that allowed 18s and above only.

March not only represented the start of tests and exams, but also the impending Founding Ball that the major and his family held every single year like clockwork. This year would be the 130th.

I wouldn't be attending the first year we’re both allowed and that thought alone didn't sit well with my best friend.

All I wanted was to eat my chicken salad sandwich in peace.

It was currently halfway through the school day, which meant I still had two more classes for today, as did she. English, I believed, was next on my roster and then French.

Since I only had four classes a week with Mr Black, it meant there was a day I didn't get to see him. That day was today, and I tried to focus on Logan as I felt my mind spiral into the world of Mr Black. I couldn't allow that now.

“I went to Charlie's with you,” I defended, knowing that the goal of winning this argument was about to be farfetched. Logan  always came with facts to throw me off.

I watched her eyes bug out of their sockets as she stared at me in disbelief. “Bitch, that was like two months ago,” she exclaimed. “The rule was you got to skip two parties at a time. You've skipped like... I don't know, six!”

I shrugged, biting into the juiciness of my sandwich. I wanted to dance with joy, but my best friend seemed to have taken a liking to bugging me to go this annual celebration.

She eyed me with deeply rooted impatience as I chewed, stretching time, trying to come up with some kind of fact that I could spit back. I knew she had a point, and I tried not to think of an answer that would admit to that.

“You have a point.” Well, there that plan goes to shit.

“Thank you.” She threw her arms in the air.

“Also, you’re always partying. Your poor liver.” I couldn't help but chuckle. My best friend glared at me, not in the mood for my antics today.

“You look ridiculous,” I vocalized and took another bite, savouring the crunch of the lettuce and the juiciness of the meat and maybe even enjoying the look on Logan’s face. She would kill me right now if it were allowed.

“I might look ridiculous and that's fine. Also, I'm really good at both. The party girl and the study girl. I get straight A's while falling on my ass every weekend. That's fucking talent.”

It was. I had to admit.

She continued to speak. “All I want is for you to come and have fun. This year we should have been great. We’ve been planning this for some time now. We were supposed to have fun.” 

I know. That’s exactly what we had planned, but the dinner had come up a week ago and I knew the tradition. It wasn’t up for debate.

“Also, I heard Ashton might come through later the evening. Why don’t you come with him? Sneak away.”

I sighed in annoyance. “Why am I not surprised that that's why you want to go?”

Her lashes fluttered as she tried to butter me up. “Come on. It's not like I'm going to jump the man,” her teasing tone didn't at all deter me.