“Umm....”
“Look, we said to make them look like they’re for children.”
“They are for children, you idiots,” I say, but there’s hardly any conviction in my voice.Why?Because I expected this.
I turn around and find Carol hopping in her high heels as she comes toward us.
“Oh hi,” she says, all shyly.
“Carol, just the person I wanted to see.Here,” I say, handing her the boxes.“Please take these to the teacher’s lounge.There’s alcohol in them.”
“Oh, oh, of course,” Carol says and hobbles her way back.
I march to the car.Halfway there, I turn around and look at them, opening my hands to ask them what they’re doing just standing there and not following me.
Eventually, they swagger after me.I’m really not okay.The scent of their cologne is killing me, and I just want to go home and cry and wish I was...I don’t know, prettier, more confident, like Melody.
I open my trunk and hand each one a container with sweet treats I spent the night making when I couldn’t sleep because somehow I knew they might mess up, and if they didn’t, I planned to drop it off at the old age home I visit at least once a week.
“You didn’t trust us,” Alex says, more amused than anything.
“Was I wrong?Once you drop these off with Jake, you can leave.”
Except they didn’t leave.After every teacher had a chance to drool over them, they decided to stay to watch the entire movie.
Ugh.
And when every other teacher tried to almost sit on their laps, they made me sit right between them, their thighs pressed against mine, quite deliberately.
And for one hour and twenty minutes, I died repeatedly.My panties soaked and my body on fire.
This has to stop.Immediately.
Chapter Eleven
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