Higher (East Knights book 1)

Monty

November 22nd, 2019
Friday 7:44 am

"Morning," Celia says as I roll over to look at her.

"I thought you were leaving?" I ask cautiously sitting up in the bed.

"Yeah, I am." She says as she rushes to get up and collect her stuff. "I'll see you at school."

As soon as she's gone I look over and pick up my phone.

Margot: Are you talking to me yet?

Fuck. This is the third day this week that she's texted me asking if I was going to talk to her. We talked the day after the fight. I said give me two weeks. It's almost been three.

I don't reply. Instead, I get up and get ready for school. I'm going to be late, but, Emma caught a ride today with her "boyfriend" so I don't really need to be on time.

I smoke a blunt that I already rolled last night before getting in the shower.

Friday 8:45 am

"Jameson, 15 minutes of running today at practice." Fuck.

I thought our football coach was bad. Coach Allen is fucking crazy. He's found a way to make me pay for my tardies. Since I don't get detentions, he makes me run during practice. Well, he makes the whole team run. Sometimes I just miss first period altogether so he doesn't see me.

"Sorry coach," I say making my way towards my marketing class. "You smell like weed." He says as I walk past him. Neither of us says anything else.

When I walk into my marketing class I take my regular seat next to Arlin.

"Jameson, really. Late again?" Mr. Daniels stops his class to ask. "Sorry," I shrug my shoulders and turn back around to my desk.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. When I go to pull it out and see the name on the screen I already want to put it back.

Margot: Talk to me? Please.

Monty: About what?

Margot: Us.

Monty: Is there an us anymore?

I put my phone back in my pocket and make sure I'm not looking in her direction. I don't want to see her face. I don't want to know how she feels about this. I feel like an asshole.

Friday 12:25 pm

"Jameson, can I speak to you?" Principal Gomez calls as I make my way down the hall. "Yes, ma'am." I reply following her into her office.

"Coach Allen said you smelled like weed when you came in today," She says and I can't tell if she's questioning me or if she's telling me.

"Okay," I mumble as I lean back into my seat.

"You know we don't do that here." She states picking up the student handbook and sliding it towards me across the desk. "You signed this, yes?" She questions lifting her head so she's glaring at me.

"Yeah," I reply leaning back deeper into the chair.

"Well, it states that if any athletes are considered to be doing drugs, they can be tested. If you failed, it wouldn't just look bad for the school but, colleges might take back their offers." She says leaning closer towards me. At least as close as the desk will allow her too.

"It's a blunt, every once in awhile, when I'm stressed. Nothing major." I say sitting up straight. "Can I go now?" I say as I get out of my seat and make my way to the door.

"Stop coming to school high, and we won't have to test you. Don't and we'll do a test on the whole team." Fuck.

"Okay, thank you." I say opening the door and walking back out into the hallway. Definitely not what I needed today.