quiet, after all, I said something yesterday and look how that escalated.
I hold my head high and walk out the door of Dean Simmons’ office, making sure to slam it behind me as the anger pulses through my veins. How dare he blame all this bullshit on me. Okay, so yes, I kicked the ball at the coach, but he had it coming. Apart from that, I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. This is complete bullshit.
I storm down to the student parking lot and don’t miss the way the students stare as I go. It only manages to fuel my anger more. It’s their lunch break and I’m distantly aware that I teased Charlie about some ridiculous lunch date that I had absolutely no intention of seeing through. It served its purpose of getting under Jude’s skin and that’s all I needed.
I drop down into Milo’s Aston Martin and my emotions are too wild to even realize what I’m doing. This is one of those cars on my list and I’m about to drive it, yet right now, I couldn’t care less.
I hit the gas and the Aston Martin peels out of the parking lot.
Within minutes, I'm shooting down the drive to the Carrington mansion and bringing the car to a screeching stop on the expensive drive, most likely leaving two thick rubber lines behind.
I fly up the stairs and push through the door into the huge foyer. I can’t really remember all the ins and outs of this place just yet, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to do something about this. It’s not right. I get that it’s a boy’s school but that doesn’t mean the way I’ve been treated today is acceptable.
I find Charles’ office and storm through the door. His head instantly whips up and at that moment, the similarities between him and his son are almost uncanny. There’s a phone glued to his ear and upon taking in the look on my face, he lets out a frustrated huff. “I’m going to have to call you back.”
Damn straight, he will.
Charles finishes up his call, not once taking his eyes off me as he hangs up and raises from his office chair. “Ocean, what is the meaning of this? That was a very important business call you just interrupted.”
“Couldn’t have been too important if you hung up to speak to me. You could have just told me to fuck off.”
“What has gotten into you?” he demands. “Where is this attitude coming from and why the hell are you not at school? Where is your uniform?”
“My uniform was stolen from me while I was showering after PE and I was forced to walk around the school in nothing but a towel until I was offered a shirt.”
“Excuse me?” he questions, looking shocked which I’m hoping is a good sign for me.
I continue, needing to get it all out before I go back and answer questions. I start pacing his office. “Yeah, this comes after that ridiculous coach demanded I strip down and change in the locker room with the eyes of thirty prying teenage boys watching me, and the kicker is if I refused he was going to fail me for Physical Education. I only got saved from that when Milo pointed out that it was a sexual harassment case waiting to happen. Can you fucking believe that? It was humiliating. Then he told me to sit out because I was only going to slow down the game. I mean, I might not be as fast as those boys, but I can still kick a fucking soccer ball up and down the field.”
“Just take a breath,” Charles says, walking around his desk and perching himself on the end. “Don’t you worry. He’ll be dealt with. Refusing to educate you is unacceptable behavior from a teacher.”
“You haven’t heard the worst of it,” I grumble, skipping over the whole kicking the ball into the coach’s chest thing. At least, for now.
“The worst?” he questions, raising off his desk as he begins getting agitated.
“Yeah, that stupid Dean Simmons has the balls to tell me that it was all my fault. That walking around the school in a fucking towel was some sort of stunt to distract the boys from their studies when in reality, it was nothing but complete humiliation. Do you know they don’t even have a place for me to go to the bathroom? Imagine if that was Cora or Casey having to steal the key for