callan
Bright and early, I walked through Redwood’s halls and rolled my eyes at the flyers posted of Jace Harbor and Allie Hall together in the locker room. They were littered around school, and I wished that I never worked here.
God, this place is fucking terrible.
I grumbled to myself and headed to my classroom, which was still bugged. Last night, I had wanted to talk to Sakura, but I had other shit to take care of with the mob.
“Who the fuck did this?” Jace Harbor shouted in a hallway somewhere.
After dropping my bag at my desk, I walked back downstairs to see if I could find Blaise.
In the midst of students rushing around to get to class and chuckling at the naked pictures of Jace and his stepsister, Blaise stood in the hallway and watched Vera and Maddie run around, tearing pictures off the lockers.
When Blaise glanced at me, I nodded toward the stairwell for him to follow.
Once I reached the classroom, I lingered inside and waited a couple of minutes for him to show up.
“What do you have for me?” he asked.
I stood behind my desk and shuffled through some papers. “How’s your father?” I asked him, scribbling words down on a blank sheet of paper.
“Don’t know,” Blaise said. “Don’t give a fuck.”
“He’s home,” I said, folding the paper and looking up. “You haven’t seen him?”
“I left that shithole my parents call a home.”
“How’s he feeling about that?” I asked, sliding the paper across my desk that read, Don’t say a word out loud. One of my students who works for the mob has bugged the room, thinking I wouldn’t notice. It hadn’t been Vaughn, to my surprise, as I caught the student staring over at it like a dumbass during class, making sure it was still there.
Blaise stepped closer to me and glanced down at my messy handwriting. “Like I said,” Blaise started, his eyes widening slightly, “I don’t care how that fucker feels. I hate them both.”
I took the sheet back from him, turned it over, and scribbled another couple of words down on it. “You should go see him. Your father doesn’t stay in Redwood for a long time. Wasn’t he supposed to be on vacation?”
“In Bali or Greece or some shit,” Blaise said, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know.”
When I slid the note back to him, he glanced down at it and gritted his teeth. Between getting him out of trouble and keeping Sakura safe, I had been so fucking busy lately.
I’m meeting with someone in The Family later this week to find information on who killed Skylar, the note read. The Family, meaning the Redwood mob who forced me to act like their family so they could use and use and use me for whatever they wanted.
After snatching a pen out of his backpack, he took the sheet and wrote, And to get me out of trouble, on it.
Instead of writing a response, I nodded. We couldn’t really say much more. If he stayed here for too long, someone might get suspicious. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out of my classroom without speaking another word.