But Only In Red Ink || #Wattys2017

Chapter Sixteen

As soon as I took my seat, I texted Michael before Coach Cumberlorde could see me.

What time do you get off work?

Coach Cumberlorde began to review the past lesson on the smart board. I tried paying attention but I got so nervous, waiting for Michael's reply.

Becky was going to find out and Michael was taking fifty years to reply to me. It stressed me the hell out. I didn't even notice that Coach had called on me to answer a question. I couldn't even answer the question.

"Pay attention, Miss Hiddleston. It's important that you know these things," He said, turning to another student. He asked the same question and they answered correctly. I didn't really care. I usually answered questions correctly. It wasn't deep.

I nearly jumped when my phone vibrated. His name showed up and I swiped to check the text.

I'll be here until 8. You need to come up here... as soon as you get released from school. Tenth floor.

Okay, I replied.

The day passed by so quickly. I tested in second block. Lunch was usual. Becky arguing with the rest of the table about current politics, sports, and pop culture as I usually would do so with her. Today I only put in my two cents here and there. My mind wasn't all the way there.

Ryan had come to me in the past minutes of lunch and sat next to me. "Hey, beautiful," he smiled wide and gave me a hug.

I hugged him in return and smiled back. "Hi, Ryan."

"You busy today? A few friends and I are planning on going out to see a movie or something if not today, we can try it out tomorrow," he assured me. His hand kept on the bend of my back, making me feel protected if someone were to try to come and attack me. Someone like Michael.

Who am I kidding though? Michael would beat his ass.

"Uh, yeah. I'm studying tonight. I can definitely come tomorrow though," I nodded and gave him a soft smile.

Dylan, the druggie of the squad (well one of them), threw a piece of paper at me. "Whose class you studying for?" His dark, scraggly hair nearly covered his eyes as he watched me for a reply.

"Cumberlorde. He was on my ass earlier because I didn't know how many wives what's his face had." I rolled my eyes at the thought.

Juan shook his head. (This was the other druggie). "How you got world history and you a senior?" He put his Forrest green hoodie over his head so the principals wouldn't see the earphones he had put in.

I shrugged. "They fucked up my schedule, in tenth grade. They put me in two English classes and made me wait to take world history."

Ryan chuckled. "You should've made a scene. I would've been right with you."

This made me blush. I was hoping he wouldn't notice but I was too light for him to not notice. "You didn't even talk to me in tenth grade."

"I wish I would've," he flashed his famous smile and gave me a quick wink.

The table got quiet, looking at us as we both took a moment to take in each other. Ryan was so so beautiful to me. I would run my fingers through his hair at that moment if I could.

But then he popped up in my head. I got a little worried for Ryan so I looked away. I couldn't let him notice that I was scared, especially since I couldn't tell him why I was scared. I could feel his face shift, a confused expression maybe? Couldn't tell, but thank God I was saved by the bell. (Bars.)

We all got up and cleaned up our messes. Ryan walked me to class without me asking. He kissed my cheek before I walked in and sat. I smiled, waving towards him. This boy was unknowingly asking for death.

After school I went straight to Michael's office building in Atlanta. It wasn't too far of a drive, thankfully. I got so nervous driving on the interstate that I had to turn on some music to calm me down.

Lookin' Ass by Nicki Minaj was playing and my nerves soon calmed down. I sang along just because I knew the words. "I ain't gotta check for y'all, but if I'ma check for y'all
I'ma need a check from y'all niggas
I don't want sex, give a fuck about your ex, I don't even want a text from y'all niggas!"

I was almost yelling the words! I should've turned around and went back home but I was already in the parking lot. But listening to the song made me feel like a bad ass bitch! I wasn't even scared of Michael. I shouldn't have been. I could've beat his ass if I wanted to or if I had to.

I parked the car and got out, walking into the building. The music continued to play in my head and my heels clicked against the floors. My Michael Jackson shades made me feel mysterious, above the law.

I got into the elevator with a few business casual dressed people and pressed the button to get to the tenth floor. I imagined they were thinking "who is this light blue jean, black boot wearin' ass girl? Where she come from? Who she with?" I imagined myself getting out of the elevator, whipping my hair and saying "it's none ya business."

I'd only been to Michael's office once with Becky. Coming again, I some how knew exactly how to get to his office and who to talk to to get there. I went up to his assistant and took my sunglasses off. "Hi, I'm Tia Hiddleston. I'm here to see Mr. Fassbender."

She looked up at me from her desk. Her eyes nearly hid behind her brunette and red hair. "He's getting ready for a meeting," she said bluntly. She blinked dismissively.

"I know," I blinked back. "Get on the thing and tell him his meeting is here."

She rolled her eyes and picked up her phone, chiming into Michael's desk. "Tiana Huddleston is here?"

"It's Tia Hiddleston," I corrected.

"Whatever," she mouthed. "Send her in?" She questioned. "Okay. Yes sir." She got up and nodded for me to follow her.

We walked down the windowed corridor, both of our heels clicked in unison. This felt like some type of action, office movie or something and the boss was going to put me on a mission. Thinking about it made me feel more bad ass.

That is until we reached his office. All his cherry wood colored curtains were closed around his glass front office. The assistant knocked then opened the door, letting me in. Seeing him leaned back in his chair made me nervous again. His eyes kept on me, making me feel vulnerable again.

I didn't feel so bad ass anymore once the bitch locked and closed the door.

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Hieeee!!

Look at me, posting again within the past seven days, don't y'all love me?

Okay, first of all I'm gonna start working on finishing the Twisted chapter I mentioned earlier in the book. I'm no where near done so bare with me, you might like it.

I don't really have questions for this chapter? But make sure you visit my Q&A chapter and ask questions for me to answer at the beginning of each chapter.

I love y'all lookin asses!

~Shann