Page 28 of Knox Academy Omnibus
“Have at it,” I say, throwing the phone at him. “You can’t do any worse than what the twins have already tried.”
“Wait...what? Did they hurt you?” he demands.
“Like you give a shit,” I scoff. “If you think I keep the copies on there, you’re an idiot.”
“That just means you have to have another phone.”
“Now you’re using your brain,” I wink. “But I warn you, it’s too late. Smalls and I are tight, and he has the pictures. If he doesn’t hear from me every day, he will send them to your father,and the school board in case your father tries to cover it up. As well as the British and Australian press. I don’t know how things work here, but where I’m from the papers would have a field day with this story. Damaged teen gets preyed on by sexual predator teacher at reform safe haven.”
“And what do you get out of this?” he asks.
“Besides orgasms?” I snark. “I can’t tell you that, but you’re a smart man...if you work it out, then I’ll tell you. Can I have the phone back now? I need to finish calling my family that I’ve been ripped away from without a chance to say goodbye.”
Sawyer walks over to me and gets close, close enough that my body remembers every caress on my skin from the night before. He is so close that my body starts to melt into his. He leans in and his lips lightly touch mine.
“If you ever think I will touch you again, you're the idiot.” With that, he pushes the phone into my chest. I wait until he leaves to compose myself. Taking out the sim, I place the phone back into Monty’s desk.
Kalen corners me when I leave Monty’s office. “Let's get out of here.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Because it’s boring as fuck and I want to get you drunk on your birthday. I know just the place. You have the keys to your car?”
I nod and he grabs my hand then pulls me towards the back of the house and into a garage. Kalen hits the lights and opens the massive roller door.
I throw Kalen the keys because I have zero idea where to go, so we head out. I’m kind of glad to be out of there.
“Now, no judgements...my brothers may like to drink fancy beers, but I know a small pub on the outskirts of town that is sketchy as hell, but no one will find us there.”
“Then let’s go.”
We drive for about forty minutes, music blaring singing nineties pop songs as loud as we can. This is the most fun I have had in a long time. Kalen’s phone was ringing back-to-back so he decided to turn it off.
The pub he was referring to almost looks like a little shack, out in the middle of nowhere.
After we park, he takes my hand and we go inside. The room is packed, full of different types of people, young guys, older couples, and everyone seems to be happy and laughing.
“Look, it’s the rich little pretty boy,” the bartender says jokingly.
“Hi, pretty girl, I’m Damien. Please tell me you’re not with that guy, you could do better,” the bartender says, giving me a once over. It’s not too lecherous, and to be fair, I am wearing a slutty school uniform.
“He isn’t so bad.” I shrug.
“Hey, asshole, you never complain about how much money I spend in here, and it’s my girl’s birthday, so a round on me. Start a tab.”
Kalen and Damien joke around some whilst they get our drinks organised.
“Let's get a table. I had Damien get us some real food. I think your mother thinks we’re birds with all that green shit.” I don’t bother to point out that birds eat worms and bugs, not green shit.
“Why start a tab?” I ask instead.
“I generally bring cash so my father can’t track me here, but I only have my credit card, so I guess the jig is up after tonight.”
“I have cash,” I tell him. And I do. I lifted some out of Baxter’s wallet when I was on the back of his bike Monday night. It’s kind of shitty, given how he helped me, but I figured he wouldn’t mind too much. I also had an inkling that it may not have been his money in the first place.
“Okay, but I’ll pay you back. You’re not paying for your own birthday drinks,” Kalen insists.
“So, the credit card is basically a tracker?” I ask.
