Page 92 of Cuffed (Everyday Heroes 1)
Did she?
The bell for recess rings.
Guns. Mr. Reeves. Molest. Assault.
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“Bet I’m gonna beat you at two square again,” Emmy says, and I run to follow after her.
“Mr. Malone.” Mrs. Gellar’s sharp tone—like I’m in trouble—stops my feet from running when I know I shouldn’t be running in the classroom.
“Yeah?”
“The word is yes, not yeah. We’re working on grammar,” she says as she walks toward me with her hand on her back and her big, pregnant belly—that Cooper says you get from having S-E-X—leading the way.
“Yes?” I correct.
“Head on out, Emmy. Grant’s going to go back and put Webster in his proper place. He’ll be there in a minute.”
I grumble and shuffle my feet as the door to the playground shuts, taking the sunshine with it.
Guns.
Picking up Webster, I make sure the jacket is on . . .
Mr. Reeves.
Then I slide it into the bookshelf . . .
Molest.
Finally, I turn to head to the door.
Assault.
“Mrs. Gellar?” I ask, my voice breaking and heart beating so fast I can feel it against my chest.
“Yeah, sweetie? Oh, thanks for fixing Webster,” she says, thinking I was trying to show her I did what she’d asked. “You can go play now.”
“I have a question.”
“You do?” She looks up from the stack of papers she is shuffling through on her desk. “Can it wait until after recess?”
“I’ll never be your friend again.”
“I don’t think so.”
She angles her head to the side and stares at me. “What’s wrong, Grant?”
She’s going to hate me.
“What if someone told you something and made you promise to never tell anyone but you think you should tell someone?”
“Are you tattling on them?”
“No.”
“Are you saying something to make someone look bad so you look better?
