I exited through the double doors, moving out of the way and holding one open for her.
The school was quiet – all of the students and many of the teachers having already left for the day – and I breathed in, smelling the rain that I knew was coming. The sky had been dark this morning, heavy with thick clouds, and the current weather filled me with trepidation as the wind in the trees carried the warning of a storm that would, without a doubt, be angry.
A hurricane was in the Caribbean, heading for the Gulf, but as of right now, it wasn’t set to hit New Orleans. I hoped we were only looking at a tropical storm, but either way, the school was closing for the next two days in anticipation of flooding.
“So,” Kristen drawled as we pushed our chairs on their wheels down the hallway. “I heard something that can’t possibly be true.”
I kept pushing my chair, our heels echoing in unison down the hall.
“I heard that you” – she spoke slowly – “showed up at Tyler Marek’s office this weekend and told him off.” I could feel her eyes on me as I looked straight ahead. “And that you were wearing a miniskirt, no less,” she added.
“I wasn’t wearing a miniskirt,” I grumbled. “How the hell did you hear that?”
She squealed, her mouth opening in a gasp. “So it’s true?”
I turned away and continued down the hall, squeezing the chair in my fingers.
He’d talked to Shaw, after all?
Shit.
“It’s okay,” she soothed. “It’s just that Myron Cates is one of Marek’s vice presidents,” she told me. “His wife and I became good friends when I taught her son last year, and she said her husband came home Saturday from work having witnessed a bold young woman serving Tyler Marek his ass on a platter.”
She nodded and smiled as if it were an accomplishment.
I looked up at the ceiling, sighing. Great. Another parent I’d made a dynamite impression on.
“Are you…” she inched out, “like, seeing him?”
I shot her a look. “Excuse me?”
“Marek?” she suggested. “He’s certainly handsome. And successful. And…” She eyed me, looking thoughtful, “and you’re seeing him outside of school hours.”
I shook my head. “This conversation is over.”
I was not seeing him outside of school hours. This was how the simplest things could get twisted around and sooner or later the story doesn’t even resemble the truth. Myron Cates’s wife and Kristen Meyer were going to have me giving Marek a lap dance on a Mardi Gras float next thing I knew.
“Okay, good,” she chirped. “If you’re not seeing anyone, then come out with me tonight.”
It was Monday, but the students had gotten a surprise two-day vacation due to the storm, so there was no school until Thursday.
“I have plans,” I lied.
Even I knew I should’ve gone out and given it a shot. Kristen was a little annoying, but nice.
I just wasn’t a particularly social person, and it had been a long day already.
Maybe another time.
But the next thing I knew, she plopped down on her chair and pushed with her feet, sending herself rolling down the hallway backward and smiling at me.
“Come on,” she urged. “Live a little.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, seeing her sliding down the floor like a carefree child.
“Life moves pretty fast,” she stated. “If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, Ferris,” I joked, recognizing her Ferris Bueller’s Day Off reference. “I know how to have fun.”
She snickered, blowing out a breath. “I don’t even think you know how to smile,” she taunted.
I gasped in feigned outrage.
Plopping my ass down in my chair, I slipped off my heels and turned like her, pushing off with my foot, one after the other, and scurrying after her.
“I know how to have fun,” I boasted, clutching my heels to my chest.
The hem of my navy blue dress rested at my knees, and I pedaled my feet, laughing as I caught up to her.
She picked up the pace, and I stood up, tossing my heels into the seat of the chair as I grabbed the sides of the chair and raced it.
“You can’t do that!” she screamed, wide-eyed.
I flew past her, rounding the corner to our classrooms.
“There are no rules!” I shouted over my shoulder.
And then I pushed off, dropping into my chair once again and letting myself sail backward to the finish line. I held up my hands, gloating.
“And let that be a lesson to you.” I smiled ahead at her playful scowl.
But then her eyebrows shot up, and her mouth fell open.
I looked over my shoulder and immediately put my feet down on the floor, stopping myself.
“Mr. Marek,” I said, looking up at him leaning against the wall next to my classroom door.
What is he doing here?
My chest rose and fell from the exertion, and he tipped his chin down, cocking an eyebrow at me.