The New Teacher(Lesbian Short Story)

Interrogation (Part 1)

Hours later Wrinkles came back in the room with his dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"It's cold as fuck in here.. Can I get a blanket and a cookie? Fuck!"

Wrinkles smiled at me. "I'm sorry I was gone so long. " His grin was genuine and warming. "I had to contact the chief."

"Yeah." I said.

"Well Miss. Jones, " He paused, "I'm going to ask you a few questions." He finished his statement. "Let me remind you that your honesty can either help your case or hinder and harm you.."

"Yeah yeah yeah Judge Judy!" I cut him off. "I know how this goes. What you need to know so I can free my friend and go the hell home."

He grabbed a pin and paper. He looked down at the table once, clicked his pen, and then looked back up at up at me.

"I need to know a little about your history and what led you to being in the hospital."

"Weeeeeeeelllllll." I took a deep breath before speaking but he cut me off.

"I want to help you Brittany.." He said touching my hand. His hands were cold and boney. "But you have to tell the truth so we both don't look like fools."

"I'm Brittany." I stopped. "I like to be called Jones.. Don't forget that part."

He began after pressing the tape recorder he had in his lap. I wasn't stupid, and it was obvious.

"I go to Central High School. Mr. Philips is my principle, Mrs. Latimore is my teacher, and Dedra is my gir... Dedra is my friend."

"That's great Brittany."

"Jones." I corrected him dryly.

"It's great to know these things about you, but what does that have to do with you trying to be killed?"

"If you wouldn't rush me." I said with an attitude. "I started talking to Dedra. She was cool and really down for me. We went to a game together against our rivaling high school. That's when I met someone she dated before. "

"Who'd you meet ?"

"I.." I stuttered. "I can't remember her name."

"Okay." He said quietly under his breath. "Are sure it was a she?"

"Some how, that girl knew about me.. She snatched me out of my car, and threw me to the ground. We started fighting, but it wasn't much of a fight. I got jumped."

"By who?" Wrinkles asked me.

"By her and her team."

"Good Brit.. I mean Jones." He corrected himself. "We're making progress."

He sipped some coffee.

"Hey, do you want a donut ? " He asked me randomly. "We have all kinds. Raspberry, blueberry, lemon filled, glazed, cream filled, and powdered. The powdered kind are my favorite."

I looked at him confused.

"Donuts is for pigs." I said laughing.

"I'm not a cop. I'm a detective and lawyer. The correct way to say that is donuts are for pigs." He said smiling. "I agree, but I'm not a pig."

"Well I guess I'll have one." I crossed my arms across my chest. "Since I'm not a pig either."

"I knew you would. " He paused to look at me a second. "With that being said, I'll be back."

He put the tap recorder on the table and sat down his pen and paper.

"Recording me and shit." I scoffed.