Finally (Neighbor from Hell #12) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,65

to be interested in playing with children his own age. He-

“Before we get to the results, I’m curious about something. Does Dustin spend a lot of time with his cousins, Sebastian and Jonathan?” Mrs. Haskins asked, making Devin wince because he’d heard about the hell that the twins had raised when they’d attended this school.

Clearing his throat, Devin said, “We’re a close family.”

Nodding, she murmured, “That makes sense.”

“What makes sense?” Devin found himself asking as he watched her pull out a stack of paper.

“Did you know that your son has plans for world domination?” Mrs. Haskins asked, clearing her throat as she visibly struggled not to smile as she handed what he now realized was a collection of papers that had been stapled together to create a book.

“I see,” Devin murmured, not really sure how he was supposed to respond as he opened the first page and took in the surprisingly neat and well-organized drawings depicting his son’s plans to take over the world.

“He plans to set you up in a mansion on a tropical island,” she said, making his lips pull up into a pleased smile before adding, “because he doesn’t think that you’re going to be able to handle the pressure that comes with running the world,” making him glare.

“He feels that it would be better for everyone concerned if you weren’t involved in things,” she said, sounding really fucking amused as Devin sat there…seething.

“What were the test results?” Devin asked evenly as he tossed the booklet back on her desk, refusing to waste another minute talking about his son’s world domination plans since they were clearly faulty.

Chuckling, she picked up a piece of paper off her desk and handed it to him. “Now, normally we would have a group meeting to discuss these results and we can still do that if you want, but I felt that it was important to meet sooner rather than later so that we can discuss options.”

“We actually have a few. Your son scored very high,” she said, pointing to a number at the top of the page. “That’s his I.Q.”

“One hundred and thirty-two?” he asked, sending her a questioning look.

“I believe it would have actually been higher if Dustin hadn’t become bored with the test and decided to take the opportunity to discuss the limited lunch selections in the cafeteria,” she explained, making his lips twitch. “The test is timed. I’d actually be curious to see how he does in a few years when he’s able to focus better.”

“What does this mean for him?” Devin asked as he sat there, trying to process everything.

He came here expecting a problem, but instead they were discussing his son’s I.Q. and plans for world domination, which they were going to discuss because they both fucking knew that he would make a wonderful asset.

“The concern was his reading, but his teacher has told me that he’s made a great deal of improvement since October so whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. He’s quickly catching up with his class, doing his classwork, and from what his teacher tells me, most days he finishes his work early and likes to read. We’d like to see him socialize with more children his own age, but I don’t think that’s going to happen,” she said with a helpless shrug.

At his questioning look, she said, “They annoy him.”

“Of course, they do,” Devin said, rubbing his hands roughly down his face.

“If he can continue making progress and he is willing to work with us over the summer, we have a few options that we’d like to discuss next year. We’re debating having him skip a grade or have him enroll in our gifted program, possibly both.”

“What about Abbi?” he asked, slowly exhaling as he tried to figure out how they were going to-

“Will be in charge of the military,” Mrs. Haskins said with a pointed look at his son’s plans for world domination.

“He put his sister in charge of the military?” he demanded.

“Mmmhmm, and his grandparents in charge of the treasury,” she said, clearly fucking amused at his expense.

“And did he mention someone named Charlie?” he asked, because he had to know.

“Yes, I believe he set Charlie up in a mansion as well,” Mrs. Haskins said, somewhat appeasing him because at least he wasn’t the only one that his son found lacking. They’d have to share a mansion to save money, of course, Devin mused only to end up once again glaring when she added, “He gave her the mansion next