Tonight (I wish you did your homework)

Everything revealed / Everything denied

Ragina's POV

"Sir, I'm sorry for talking in class I ju-,"

"It's okay, Ragina." Mr. MacDonald cuts me off. "I'm not upset about that. I just needed an excuse to get you alone."

"Oh." I say, waiting for him to continue.

"Look,
I'm sorry about what happened at Rome's party. It was inappropriate and I ruined your super cool Boss Baby costume.
I went to the store after you went home, I thought I could buy you a new one, but I couldn't find any." He hesitates. "I got you this instead."

He pulls out a silver necklace with a small 'M' charm on it.

"M for MacDonald?" I ask.

"No, you silly goose." He giggles. "M for Mr."

I didn't know what to say. My hot history teacher was giving me a necklace with his initial on it.

"If anyone asks about it you can say it's for your dog or something." He says, getting flustered.

My dogs name did start with the letter M. So his cover story wasn't too far fetched.

"It's very kind of you." I thank him. "Can you help me put it on, please?"

He moves behind me and I hold my curly hair to the side. He fumbles with the clasp for a few seconds before clipping it into place.

"It's really beautiful Mr. MacDonald."

"Beautiful necklace for a beautiful girl."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, it wasn't helping that his hand was still holding my shoulder.

"H-hey, what's um.. what the junk is going on here?"
Mr. Ham was standing in the doorway to the class. Inconvenient.

Mr. MacDonald curses under his breath and steps away from me.

"Oh, hey Mr. Ham." I try to play it off.

If anyone was going to catch Mr. MacDonald standing that close to me, I'm glad it was Mr. Ham. He was very innocent and gullible.

"Mr. MacDonald was just swatting a mosquito on my neck." I lie easily, getting my stuff together.

Before he could protest, I send a small smile to the both of them, and walk out of the room, where Rome was waiting for me.

"Hey stinky." I greet him kindly.

"Are we gonna have to stay separated in class now?" He asks.

I didn't even think about that. Mr. MacDonald and I didn't really talk about that now did we.

"I'm sure it'll be fine." I take a guess. "He didn't seem that mad."

He nods before looking at me. "What does the M stand for? You weren't wearing that earlier."

I panic. I don't know why but I do. Why couldn't I just tell him the lie that Mr. MacDonald and I came up with?

"Mustard." I choke out. "I've been wearing it for years, it was just under my shirt."

Luckily, Rome doesn't question it. He must've had something else on his mind.
"I need to go and speak to Jucika. Can you give me a ride?"

"What? No. She'd be busy getting ready for her date with the rat man. Leave her be." I say.

"I know! I'll speak to her before Ratty even gets there." He pleads. "Please, Ragina."

He makes an attempt to give me puppy dog eyes. I make an audible gag sound and push his face away.

"Fine." I sigh.
We reach my car and I jump into the driver's side. "What do you need to ask her anyway?"

"That's none of your business, Ragina Vagina."
He knows that gets on my nerves.

"Oh it's like that is it?" I huff, turning on my radio so I can no longer hear him.

I see him pull a quesadilla out of his bag from the corner of my eye. He starts eating it, spilling beans and cheese all over my car. Sometimes I don't know how I deal with him.