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I trailed after the teacher, but my head was still replaying the look on his face. Couldn't help the snarky chuckle that slipped out.
Teacher's lecture was white noise as we neared the Principal's lair. Then, a deep voice was ripping into someone.
There, Mr. Slender and Chill stood, all casual-like, while the Principal was going full Hulk mode on him.
"Zephyr! Your dad's not shelling out big bucks for you to play the slacker! No uniform, late shows, early outs, gaming all night - what's your endgame, huh? What's the big plan?!"
When I stepped in, the Principal just shot me a side-eye and kept grilling him.
But Zephyr, spotting me, was all, "Whoa, it's you? Limpy McGee from last night?"
He flashed that rogue smile, all boyish charm and trouble.
The Principal, seeing Zephyr's chill, turned fifty shades of mad, lumping us together. "These two, like a pair of clowns at a car crash!"
"She walloped Lester in study hall today... I mean..."
Zephyr leaned over, giving my cast a playful knock. "Not too shabby, hop-along. Fierce. Lucky you didn't take a swing at me."
I shot him a death glare, but the Principal was all, "Is Lester okay?"
"Just a scrape..."
He sighed, then whipped around on me. "Why'd you go all WWE on someone?!"
Zephyr's grin was toxic. "Oh, you're in the soup now. Lester's his son."
The Principal's face did a gymnastics routine.
"Get your folks here, pronto!"
Zephyr was all smirks. "Should we ring up my old man, too? Make it a party?"
The Principal was coughing up awkwardness, knowing he couldn't mess with Zephyr's dad.
So, we got slapped with behavior reflection essays.
"Yo, Teach, can we slide on the essay?" Zephyr tried, but the Principal was having none of it. "Out!"
We bounced out, only to spot Miss Graceful, by the door, like she was waiting for her cue in some drama.
A girl was all porcelain and allure, eyes shining with that 'come hither' vibe.
Zephyr peeped her but kept it cool.
She was on him like cling wrap, all, "Are you ghosting me?"
Lip-biting and flirty, she was working it.
He just stuffed his hands in his pockets, playing it coy. "Mad? As if. What's there to be mad about?"
"I confessed to Sawyer just to make you jealous... you know I've always liked you." Her face flushed, tears welling up in her eyes.
I was about to take my leave. Done with this high school drama.
But then I hear his voice, cool as an iced latte, "Sasha Snow, you're barking up the wrong tree. I'm not buying what you're selling."
My eyes nearly pop out of my head. Sasha Snow? The queen of the A-listers, the girl with the GPA that's higher than my will to live on a Monday morning? That Sasha Snow?
