by KB Anne
“Yes, Doris?”
“Dr. Donahue, Dr. McCleery is on the line.”
The bulging vein in his forehead thrums into action. “Miss Brennan, you and I aren’t through with this conversation. Tell Mrs. Kelso to add another ten days of after-school detention to your sentence.”
“So, that puts me at five years past my graduation date?”
He ignores my smart retort, more interested in speaking with Uncle Mark instead.
“Hello, Dr. McCleery. Yes, I wanted to talk to you about Breas, your foreign exchange student?”
That’s the hunky Irishman’s name. Figures.
“He and I have had several differences in opinion. I would appreciate it if you could come in to discuss the matter further.”
Stunned into silence, I sit as a delinquent-in-waiting.
Fire alarms have gone off. Food fights have broken out. Angry parents have banged on his door, and still, after one of us claims victory, he always, I mean always, begins with his “Make Good Choices” lecture and leads into “This is the last time, young lady. Next stop, Juvie.”
But he skips the lecture and doesn’t even dismiss me with his trademark off-you-go wave, because he’s completely absorbed in his conversation with Uncle Mark.
And speaking of Uncle Mark, why did he fail to mention Breas’s arrival last night at dinner or the half dozen other nights last week? Having some stranger live with you seems a pretty important event in one’s life, but no. He said nothing. He acted as Principal Donahue is acting now. As if I am invisible. As if Breas’s housing situation has nothing to do with me.
And as for that initial attraction I felt?
It vanished the moment he claimed me as his.
I, Gigi Brennan, belong to no one.
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