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eavesdropping on?” Bryant interrogated.
Of course that is what he picked up on in the sentence. Goodness me!
“He was weird in the parking lot, then when I walked by, he was yelling at someone on a phone about money and owing them or something. I don’t know. You know me, though. I just can’t help it,” I quickly blurted, plopping myself into my squishy desk chair.
Bryant didn’t instantly reply, instead choosing to scan my classroom that still looked pretty barren, despite my best intentions. The new teacher meetings and paperwork had been horrendous, not leaving me much time to really prep.
“Well, this looks like a classroom from that movie, you know, with the magical kid. Had that really mean principal in it...” Bryant said, tapping his finger on his chin as he thought.
“‘Matilda,’” I answered, not wanting him to kill the hamster running for dear life up there in that thick skull of his. “Yes, I know. It’s been a bit hectic setting up. I’ll probably stay late today and tomorrow to get things squared away so I’m ready come Wednesday when school starts.”
Looking the direction of Ian’s classroom, Bryant chewed on the inside of his cheek again before facing me again with a smile.
“How about I operate the cutter thing and punch out all the fun shapes and letters, and you boss me around!”
That was an offer I couldn’t refuse. With a nod and a smile Bryant got to work.
CHAPTER TWELVE
T HE NEXT MORNING I WOKE TO my phone buzzing non-stop beside my head. Trying to snooze the alarm, I realized I had instead answered a call when I suddenly heard a gruff, “Rose?” come from the speaker. Shifting in bed, I noticed Bryant was already up and out, probably on his morning run.
I snatched the phone up and put it to my ear. “Hello?” I asked, noting the blocked number.
Breathing came through, setting me on edge and making the hairs on the nape of my neck stand on end.
“Look, I don’t know who this is or what you want, but stop!” I screamed into the phone, desperation and fear in my voice.
I heard some shuffling on the other end as the caller shifted the phone.
“I’m hanging up now, and, Darren, if that’s you, I have already alerted the police of your return,” I spoke with all the determination I could muster. He didn’t need to know I hadn’t gone.
“Rose?” Jordan’s voice came through on the line loud and clear. Questioning me and startling me all at once.
Crap .
“Jordan?” my voice wavered. Crap. Crap. Crap!
“Darren is back? I’m going to my Command. I’ll be there later today. That fucker will not come near you.” Anger and rage laced his voice. Jordan disconnected the call before I could do anything to stop his forward momentum.
“Crap!” I finally screamed out loud.
I pressed to call Leslie then disconnected just as fast. She’s on her honeymoon. I can handle this.
My alarm on my phone went off, the buzzer blaring from the speakers as I held it tightly in my hand. The day was just off to a phenomenal start.
I padded to the bathroom to warm up the shower as I undressed. I reached in to test the temperature real quick and found it was perfect. Sliding underneath the steaming hot water, I ran my hands over my hair and soaked it through. I allowed my eyes to close a moment as I thought through the recent events. There wasn’t a doubt that Darren had been at the bachelorette party, despite my outward denial to Leslie. But the recent calls… each had an explanation. The school… Jordan. Was my paranoia taking over? How close had Darren gotten? How much did he know about me?
He knew about Bryant but hadn’t attempted to contact him. He knew about Angelica. He knew too much already. Darren was too close.
Warm hands encased my hips, and I felt two plump lips caressed my neck. An ear-piercing scream erupted from my throat as I flipped around and punched the first thing my fist could connect with. Ouph! Bryant slumped against the back tile wall.
Of course that is what he picked up on in the sentence. Goodness me!
“He was weird in the parking lot, then when I walked by, he was yelling at someone on a phone about money and owing them or something. I don’t know. You know me, though. I just can’t help it,” I quickly blurted, plopping myself into my squishy desk chair.
Bryant didn’t instantly reply, instead choosing to scan my classroom that still looked pretty barren, despite my best intentions. The new teacher meetings and paperwork had been horrendous, not leaving me much time to really prep.
“Well, this looks like a classroom from that movie, you know, with the magical kid. Had that really mean principal in it...” Bryant said, tapping his finger on his chin as he thought.
“‘Matilda,’” I answered, not wanting him to kill the hamster running for dear life up there in that thick skull of his. “Yes, I know. It’s been a bit hectic setting up. I’ll probably stay late today and tomorrow to get things squared away so I’m ready come Wednesday when school starts.”
Looking the direction of Ian’s classroom, Bryant chewed on the inside of his cheek again before facing me again with a smile.
“How about I operate the cutter thing and punch out all the fun shapes and letters, and you boss me around!”
That was an offer I couldn’t refuse. With a nod and a smile Bryant got to work.
CHAPTER TWELVE
T HE NEXT MORNING I WOKE TO my phone buzzing non-stop beside my head. Trying to snooze the alarm, I realized I had instead answered a call when I suddenly heard a gruff, “Rose?” come from the speaker. Shifting in bed, I noticed Bryant was already up and out, probably on his morning run.
I snatched the phone up and put it to my ear. “Hello?” I asked, noting the blocked number.
Breathing came through, setting me on edge and making the hairs on the nape of my neck stand on end.
“Look, I don’t know who this is or what you want, but stop!” I screamed into the phone, desperation and fear in my voice.
I heard some shuffling on the other end as the caller shifted the phone.
“I’m hanging up now, and, Darren, if that’s you, I have already alerted the police of your return,” I spoke with all the determination I could muster. He didn’t need to know I hadn’t gone.
“Rose?” Jordan’s voice came through on the line loud and clear. Questioning me and startling me all at once.
Crap .
“Jordan?” my voice wavered. Crap. Crap. Crap!
“Darren is back? I’m going to my Command. I’ll be there later today. That fucker will not come near you.” Anger and rage laced his voice. Jordan disconnected the call before I could do anything to stop his forward momentum.
“Crap!” I finally screamed out loud.
I pressed to call Leslie then disconnected just as fast. She’s on her honeymoon. I can handle this.
My alarm on my phone went off, the buzzer blaring from the speakers as I held it tightly in my hand. The day was just off to a phenomenal start.
I padded to the bathroom to warm up the shower as I undressed. I reached in to test the temperature real quick and found it was perfect. Sliding underneath the steaming hot water, I ran my hands over my hair and soaked it through. I allowed my eyes to close a moment as I thought through the recent events. There wasn’t a doubt that Darren had been at the bachelorette party, despite my outward denial to Leslie. But the recent calls… each had an explanation. The school… Jordan. Was my paranoia taking over? How close had Darren gotten? How much did he know about me?
He knew about Bryant but hadn’t attempted to contact him. He knew about Angelica. He knew too much already. Darren was too close.
Warm hands encased my hips, and I felt two plump lips caressed my neck. An ear-piercing scream erupted from my throat as I flipped around and punched the first thing my fist could connect with. Ouph! Bryant slumped against the back tile wall.
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