Read Online Promiscuous by Isobel Irons - Free Book Online

it’s more like a disappointed grimace. “Well, I’d wish you a happy birthday, but obviously it’s taken a turn. How about if I pull some strings and get you into Detention B instead?”
    Hallelujah, and thank you, O Sky Dwelling Spaghetti Monster.
    I try to act like that wasn’t what I was hoping for, but I’m pretty sure I fail. “That would be great! Thanks, Mr. Dodge, you’re awesome.”
    “I try.” He leans forward, fixing me with a spot-on impression of my dad. “But you have to promise me that if I do this for you, you’ll step it up in all of your classes—even Pre-Calculus. I want to see you walking with the rest of your class in June. Deal?”
    Warning bells go off in my head, just like they always do when someone tries to pin me down to any kind of promise. I can’t pass up the opportunity to escape Home Ec Hell for the next six weeks though, so I say, “Sure, I’ll try. But hey, if that fails I promise to get my diploma, one way or another.”
    “Sorry Tash, but that’s not good enough.” Eyebrows drawn together in utmost adult sincerity, he stands up and extends his hand toward me, over the desk. “I want your word that you’ll graduate, on time, the right way. You might not believe me, but I still think you’ve got a shot at getting into a good college. So, what’s it gonna be?”
    I sigh, but then grudgingly reach forward to grab his hand and shake it once, before quickly letting go. I should’ve known that my GED plan wasn’t going to cut it with Mr. Dodge. He’s seems to suffer from this chronic disease I like to call ‘Savior Syndrome.’ I don’t know anyone else his age who has it. Maybe it’s congenital.
    “You win, Mr. Dodge.”
    Smiling like a goof, he sits back down. “Now, what are you going to do about Trent Gibson?”
    What am I going to do about him? “Well, since he didn’t actually die from my textbook mishap, I figured I’d just follow Mr. Shoemaker’s advice and ignore him for the rest of the year.”
    Mr. Dodge frowns. “He said that? Principal Shoemaker? That you should just ignore him?”
    “Yeah.” I uncross my legs and scoot forward, to the edge of my seat, hoping to broadcast with body language that our bonding time is over. “So um, should I go hang out in your classroom and do some homework with the other detainees now, or what?”
    “Actually,” he stands up again, grabbing a notebook off the desk. “I have a meeting, so my TA is supervising detention at the moment. He won’t miss you, since you’re not on the list yet. Go ahead and go home, and you can start your detention tomorrow. It is your birthday, after all.”
    “Seriously?” Fucking A, this guy is awesome. At this point, I’m not even sure I’d be mad if he tried to grope me. I’m just so happy this has worked out. I stand up and make to follow him out, but he stops in the doorway, and I almost give myself whiplash trying not to run into him.
    “Sorry,” I say automatically, even though it’s not my fault. Out of habit, I hook my fingers in the straps of my backpack, using my elbows to create a safety zone for my boobs.
    Mr. Dodge looks at me like there’s something he wants to say, but he shouldn’t. A sick feeling starts in the pit of my stomach. Okay, so you should know that I was joking about welcoming a teacher-student grope. Because at this moment, I seriously can’t think of anything that would be less cool than Mr. Dodge proving to be just another asshole in a bow tie.
    But then, a stray student passes us in the hallway, and the moment is gone.
    “Listen,” he says. “If you do decide it’s too much, staying in Mr. Bogart’s class with Trent, just let me know and I’ll see what I can do about getting you moved. Alright?”
    My mouth opens, but this final piece of unexpected kindness has rendered me speechless. I nod.
    “I will.”
    “Okay, see you tomorrow.” He gestures for me to leave his office in front of him, so he can lock the door. “Have a happy