Page 56 of The Teacher of Nothing
She scrambles off my lap, snags her sweater, and rushes down the hallway just as some idiot from my family waltzes into my kitchen like I don’t get to have one second of privacy.
Who the fuck is even here?
I’m going to kill them. That much is for sure.
Willa
I’ve just ducked into Callum’s office when I hear the door to the house open. Female voices chatter as they enter the space. My blood runs cold as I clumsily pull my sweater over my body.
Without my bra.
Great.
“Callum, you have to convince Dad, please!”
Gemma?
I stand near the door to get a better listen. Another voice joins in. Female.
“Did we interrupt something?” the woman asks.
Gemma shrieks. “Oh my God. Is that a bra? Mom, he has a chick over!”
Humiliation races over my skin, turning it crimson. I’m not just any chick. I’m his. At least I got my answer as to who the other woman was.
Jamie.
Callum’s ex and now stepmom.
I hate her instantly.
“In case you two forgot, this is my house. Occasionally, I have guests over. And, because of your interruption, my girlfriend is hiding out half-naked.”
Girlfriend?
I try not to swoon.
“Oh, Callum,” Jamie says cheerfully, “this is great news. You should bring your girlfriend over on Sunday. Let her meet everyone.”
My stomach clenches at that idea.
“I’ll think about it,” Callum grinds out. “What am I trying to convince my father to do?”
“I have a new friend,” Gemma states proudly. “We want to have a sleepover on Friday night. Dad never lets me do anything.”
“A new friend?” Callum asks.
“Her name’s Willa.”
I can almost picture his face, brows furling in surprise. Guilt rises inside me. Should I have told him about Gemma? We didn’t exactly have an opportunity.
“Would this be Willa Reyes?”
“Yeah,” Gemma says, the smile in her voice evident. “You know her?”
“She’s one of my students,” Callum says quickly. “I didn’t realize you two were friends.”
One of my students.
