Page 16 of Unpredictable

“You didn’t answer?” She frowns.

“Nope. He hasn’t made any other effort since the first day. Whatever he wanted to say won’t change anything. It is what it is.” I shrug. “Besides, we both have school now, so it’s not like we have the free time that we did.”

“Uh-huh,” Tinsley says, unconvinced.

“It’s all good. I promise.” I squeeze her hand, trying to get my point across.

She sighs. “If you say so. Are you going to the back-to-school bash with me tonight?”

“Probably not. I think I’m going to stay in.”

“Let me rephrase. You’re coming. You’ve been moping around.” At my glare, she holds up her hands. “With a damn good reason, but you need to get out of the house. Get back to enjoying life.”

“I don’t know.”

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My school load is light this year, thanks to being ahead of schedule. I only have to come due to a few classes that I couldn’t take last year. One of those being Finishing Class.

Finishing Class. Sage’s favorite,I think to myself.

Mrs. Bonavich is definitely as bad as the stories make her sound. Tight bun, shoulders ramrod straight, and walking as if there’s a stick up her ass. It’s as if no one told her we don’t live in the sixteenth century anymore.

“Today, students, we will talk about proper conversation. You do not and will not talk about religion, sex, and politics.”

“But sex is my favorite subject,” Roger Carter says softly behind me, earning chuckles from the class.

I shoot him a smile over my shoulder.

“Yes, well, the people you do business with will not want to know about your latest conquest,” Mrs. Bonavich says, full of disdain. “No one cares about your bodily functions, Mr. Carter, and it would be best if you remember it,” she tells him before moving on.

I tune her out, not caring about anything she says. When the bell rings, it catches me off guard. I stand up, gather my belongings, and head for the door.

“Miss Davenport,” Mrs. Bonavich calls from behind me.

I turn towards her. “Yes?”

“It would do you well to pay attention in my class.”

“Of course,” I tell her with a fake smile.

“The counselor needs to see you. Best not keep her waiting,” she sneers.

“I would never.” I place a hand over my heart and a frown on my face. Heading out the door, I make my way towards Ms. Biel’s office. The entire way there, I wonder what she wants.

I knock lightly on Ms. Biel’s door.

“Come in,” she says from the other side.

I open the door slowly and peek in. “Is this a good time?”

“Victoria, please come in.” She tells me with a friendly smile, “Close the door behind you.”

I do as she says and sit in the chair across from her desk.

“How was your summer?” she asks while looking for a file on her desk.

I flinch at the question.

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