Page 57 of Crew Princess
Cross and the rest were coming in, and he stopped in front of me. “What’s going on?”
I jerked my head to the left. “Your sister will fill you in, and make sure to ask her about next Sunday too.”
“Jerk off!” Taz called once I started forward.
I gave her a grin over my shoulder, then picked up my pace.
“Bren.” Principal Broghers waved a hand toward the chair across from his desk.
He must’ve dyed his hair because his normal half-white frizz with a reddish tint was dark red now. And he’d learned how to manscape. His eyebrows were usually bushy, but today they were trimmed.
He was still skinny, and he was distracted this morning. Though freshly colored, his hair seemed more harried than last week. It was literally sticking up. His gaze was focused on his computer, and he cursed softly under his breath, running a hand over his pointy chin before clicking something, then sitting back and focusing on me.
“Miss Monroe.”
I’d recently watchedThe Matrix, and I was tempted to correct him by saying, “Mr. Anderson” in return. Or maybe I was just missing Principal Neeon. Who knew. I doubted the latter.
Instead, I gave him a closed-mouth smile. “Let me have it. What am I in for?”
He frowned. “What?”
I motioned from him to me, then around the room. “You. Me. This room. I get called here when I’m in trouble. Remember?”
“Oh!” He blinked a few times. “You’re not in trouble. Well, it’s about your probation, so I guess it’s about what you’re still in trouble for.”
Oh. That.
I stabbed the last principal.
Fun memories.
“I see.” I didn’t.
“Um…” He cleared his throat, his eyes darting back to the computer screen. “So, I’m reading about what happened last night.” He looked at me, his eyebrows arched up slightly.
He didn’t say anything more.
I didn’t either.
He leaned forward. “Do you want to fill me in?”
“About what?”
“Last night?”
Uh...pretty sure I’d watched enough documentaries on Netflix to know what this was. Entrapment. I was going to play the dumb card.
“What are youtalking about?”
“I’m sure your friends have already updated you about last night.”
Again. Entrapment. Did I need to give him the definition?
“Yeah…” I leaned forward as his eyes lit up in triumph. Resting my elbows on his desk, I shook my head. “I’m still not following you, Mr. Bro.”
His mouth thinned. “Are you kidding me?”
“Seems like you’re going to have to give me the 411 this time.”
