Lanie
The piercing scream shook my bones, making me jump in my seat and drop the scholarship papers I’d been looking over.
Heart thudding, I left the papers on the floor and rushed to the door. Someone fainted? Or brought a weapon to school?
A dozen awful possibilities ran through my head.
Cracking the door the slightest bit, I looked down the hall. Near the front office, a girl with long, blond hair stood with clenched fists. “It’s not fair!” she yelled.
“Miss Marx,” a female voice said from inside the office. “Have a seat. Now.”
So that was the infamous Raven Marx. My second day at school and she already had a run-in. Not surprising in the least.
“Why?” Raven shrieked. “I didn’t do anything. Nothing that the bitch didn’t deserve.”
I cringed at the harsh words. Everyone up and down the hall had to hear Raven.
The other voice said something I couldn’t make out, and Raven stood there for a few more moments, her chest heaving up and down. I took the time to inspect her closely. She was tall and thin with hair that went all the way down to her waist. It was currently tangled, though, and her sweater hung off one shoulder, making her look the opposite of put together.
After a beat, Raven slowly went into the office. Holding my back straight in the hope that it made me look like the responsible, commanding adult I was supposed to be, I headed in the same direction.
One step through the doorway and air thick with disgust pervaded my senses. Raven sat with her arms folded against one wall. Opposite her, a female student stared out the window with pursed lips. Behind the desk, Joyce looked like she’d just survived World War III.
“Is everything all right?” I quietly asked the one adult in the room.
Joyce gave me that “What do you think?” look and then turned to the girl I’d never met. “Kayla. Mr. Fredrico’s office.”
Kayla passed me, muttering something to herself. Raven stayed where she was, frozen and staring at the floor.
Though I hadn’t planned on having this meeting so early, there was no better time like the present. Licking my lips, I opened my mouth to ask for a minute with Raven—but the principal’s door opened, cutting me off.
“Raven.” Principal Stafford tucked his chin and looked down at her. “Come on in.”
With a disgruntled noise, Raven pushed herself from the chair and headed into his office. The principal’s eyes briefly caught mine, and he gave me a smile and a nod.
The door clicked closed behind him, leaving me alone with Joyce, who was busy doing something on her cell phone.
I lightly cleared my throat. “Does this happen much?” I whispered, conscious that Principal Stafford’s office wasn’t more than six feet away.
“With Kayla? No. Raven? Recently, yes. Not fights, but she ends up in the office a lot for other things.”
“Ah.” I nodded, conscious of the heavy feeling in my stomach.
“These fights are always over the dumbest things.” Joyce shook her head. “With girls, that is. Boys fight when one of them steals a girlfriend. But girls? Some of them are just looking for an excuse to rip someone’s hair out. A bad look. A rumor that’s not even true.”
“Hm.”
Some of what she was saying might have been true, but as a general rule, I didn’t entertain gross generalizations. Boys and girls could have different ways of dealing with feelings, but that didn’t mean all female teenagers were looking for a fight.
“Do you know why they started arguing?”
“Raven said Kayla laughed at her when she got an answer wrong in class.”
“Could that be true?”
“Probably. Does it matter? According to the teacher, Raven jumped up and pushed Kayla right out of her seat.”
I sucked in a sharp breath.
“This could be it for that girl.” Joyce gave me a pointed look. “Expulsion. And good riddance. We’ll all be better off without such a prissy brat around.”
“I want to arrange a parent-teacher meeting,” I quickly said. “Will you tell Mr. Stafford that? Before he lays down the law. Maybe I can get to Raven. You’d be surprised how quickly some kids turn around with a bit of the right kind of attention.”
“I’ll tell him.” She dubiously shook her head as she scribbled what I’d said down on a notepad. “Don’t hold your breath.”
I glanced at Principal Stafford’s door. His monotonous, deep voice could be heard from the other side, but none of the words came across clearly.
“She’s one of the reasons the last counselor quit, you know.”
Joyce had my full attention once more. “No, I didn’t know.”
“Not that Raven is the only kid here with issues. Some of them have real problems, you know? Parents addicted to crack. Can’t even afford a pair of sneakers. But Leslie was able to help them. Raven, well, she doesn’t want any help.”
At this point, the rock in my stomach was so heavy, it had me anchored in one place. Surely the last counselor had more experience than I did, and if she couldn’t help Raven, I wasn’t as sure about my odds.
No. I couldn’t think like that. If that was the attitude I was going to take, then I needed to go ahead and quit.
“Please give Principal Stafford my message.” My smile didn’t reach my fearful heart, but I kept it going regardless. “A meeting as soon as possible would be best.”
Joyce nodded, and I returned to my office, where the scholarship papers still waited on the floor. After picking them all up and setting them neatly on the desk, I pulled Raven’s file once more. I’d been too busy to give it anything other than the brief glance I did the day before, but now I sat down and read every single word.
“All Bs and As until last year,” I read out loud. “A member of the German club and soccer team until quitting suddenly. Father, Andrew Marx.”
A wave of realization swept over me. Andrew Marx. Wasn’t that the guy Erica said owned the giant company or whatever?
If so, that would explain why “brat” was basically Raven’s official nickname. Often, the assumption with kids who came from money was that they were given everything they wanted, and that led to them thinking they could do what they pleased.
But I’d seen spoiled kids before. They whined and expected everything to be easy. This wasn’t what Raven was doing.
Something else was going on.
The second my eyes darted to the page, I found the next bit of needed information. Mother deceased as of ten years ago.
To sum it up, Raven came from what could only be surmised as a busy, single-parent household. That was assuming her father hadn’t remarried.
It was all I needed. Even without yet meeting Raven’s father, I could take a good guess as to what the main problem likely was.
Making assumptions was wrong, but my counselor senses were tingling, telling me there could be some kind of abuse or neglect happening at home. That clenching, rock-hard sensation returned to my gut. I didn’t even like to think about what Raven could be going through at home, but it was my job to find out.
Good thing was, I’d already requested a parent-teacher conference.
Bad thing was, it couldn’t come quickly enough.
Andrew I curled my fingers around the golf club, the new gloves Maggie had ordered just for this occasion clinging snugly to the grip. Sinking into my stance, I pulled back, set my eye on the ball, and swung with precision. The club’s head hit the ball with a satisfying smack, sending it flying through the air and onto the grass, about five feet away from the hole. A booming laugh echoed across the green. “Well done for a man who says he’s rusty.” I grinned at Paul Nordmeyer, polo shirt stretched tight across a bulging belly and neck red from the sun. “Guess I’m a natural.” “Beginner’s luck,” he good-naturedly mumbled through his caterpillar mustache. “You’ve been away for so long, you might as well be starting over. How long did you say it’s been?” I shrugged. “About a year. Used to play all the time, though.”“All the time” was an exaggeration, but what Paul didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. I stepped to the side, watching as Paul took his turn. The course was close to empty, with
Andrew Inside the country club was a little busier than outside. People chatted quietly over small tables, and the shiny, wooden bar only had one customer—an older woman drinking what looked like tea. “A whiskey,” I told the vested bartender as I took a seat. “Neat.” He set the tumbler down in front of me, and I took a long sip that burned my nose and throat. It didn’t help any. My problems were still there. What was I going to do if the meeting with the counselor led nowhere? Take Raven to see a specialist outside of school? What if that didn’t work? She never talked about school, but that had to be the problem. Home was fine, somewhat. Nothing went on there. Come to think of it, maybe that was the issue. It had been years since Raven had a friend over. That wasn’t normal. When I was her age, I was practically glued to my friends. If South Seattle wasn’t working out, I could take her out of it. Her senior year had only just started. She could get in at another school. Not priva
Lanie I took a deep breath and stared in the mirror, turning one way and then the other. Was the black eyeliner too much? Yes. Too loud. I was going to work at a high school, not to a nightclub. Grabbing a makeup wipe, I went to rub it off, then remembered it was liquid and would smear all over the place. “Shit,” I murmured, dropping the wipe in the bathroom trash. Heart racing, I adjusted the little strands of hair around my ears and frowned. The look would just have to do. At least I was dressed somewhat conservatively in a button-up and wool sweater. Checking the time, I grabbed my purse and keys from the hook by the front door and locked my ground-floor apartment behind me. There was still plenty of time to get to work, but with my nerves making me shake, I knew I’d be more comfortable once I got into my office. This was the day. In less than an hour, I had my first parent-teacher conference. Hopefully, I’d make it through the meeting without vomiting. I’d had plenty of pa
Lanie “Y-yes,” I sputtered. “Come right in. Mr. Marx, I assume?” “That’s right.” “Have a seat.” He walked over to the chairs opposite my desk, tight shoulders and sculpted rear-end moving with controlled precision. Realizing I was staring, I quickly took my own seat. If I’d hoped meeting Mr. Marx face-to-face would help ease my anxiety, I was sorely wrong. The man sitting across from me was perfection, in possession of the kind of face that could give any professional male model a run for their money. Now, not only was I worried about how well I would perform during the meeting, I was once again worrying about how I looked. Was my makeup still holding up? How was my hair doing? I resisted the urge to touch it and see. Remember the steps. One at a time. Placing my palms on the desk, I smiled. “Thank you for coming to meet with me. I know you’re well aware of Raven’s recent, um, acts.” I checked a cringe. This wasn’t the speech I’d prepared at all. Mr. Marx’s face darkened, an
Andrew Those curves. Not the ones of her hips or breasts. I’d hardly gotten a look at the school counselor’s figure, but she seemed pretty thin beneath the sweater and jeans. No, it was the curves of her lips. They were the perfect Cupid’s bow, slanting down in a delicious, inviting way. Who got to kiss those lips at night? Without warning, jealousy seared through me. Damn the man I’d never even met. Or woman. Maybe Miss Jacobs was gay. How the hell could I know? But at least she wasn’t married. I’d already clocked the bare wedding band finger. Damn, though, the things those lips could do. I could tell just from looking that she was a great kisser. More than that, probably. It was always the reserved, prim women who were the most passionate in bed. “Mr. Marx, who lives at the home?” I rubbed the back of my neck, unable to shake the annoyance. Did we have to talk? I would have been fine with staring at the woman all day. She was that breathtaking. “The two of us.” Karen, thou
Lanie“I knew the second I saw you that you were the one for me,” Andrew Marx breathed, his hot exhale kissing my cheek.I closed my eyes, absorbing his scent, anticipating his taste on my tongue. His lips grazed against mine ever so softly, his tongue darting out to nudge my mouth open.“Ow!” I shrieked, dropping the knife onto the cutting board. Bright red blood spilled from the cut on the side of my finger.“Here.” Erica took my hand and inspected it. “It’s just a little nick. Press this against it, and I’ll get a Band-Aid.”I leaned against the counter and wrapped the paper towel around my finger as she rooted through her first aid kit.“What had you distracted?” she asked.My face grew hot. “Nothing.”Luckily, she didn’t look up at me. “Here we go.”I tossed the paper towel and carefully wrapped the Band-Aid around my finger.“Maybe I should take care of cutting the veggies,” Erica said.“Knock yourself out. I’ll take care of drinking the wine.” Plopping down at the table, I dug
Lanie“I’m not asking him out.” I furiously shook my head. “Although, I did tell him about that art show this weekend.”“And what did he say?”“It had nothing to do with us. I suggested he take his daughter to it because she loves art.”Erica waved her wine glass around. “I’m still waiting to hear what he said.”“He asked if …” I bit down on the smile curving my lips. “If I would be there.”Erica shrieked and lightly punched my arm. “You jerk! You were holding out on me. Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”“Because I don’t want to get my hopes up,” I wailed. “Am I interested in this guy? Yes. Of course.”“And he’s interested in you.”“Because he asked if I’d be there?” I hopefully questioned.“Don’t make me spell it out again.”“Okay.” Heat crept up my neck. “I believe you.”“It’s about time you did, you sexy, smart beast, you.”I giggled. “You’re not going to kiss me, are you?”“Please.” She snorted into her wine glass. “I got over that phase in college.”For the hundredth time that
Andrew When my cell phone’s alarm went off, I was ready to go. Jumping up from my chair, I killed the screen on the desktop. All day long, I’d been running on anxious energy. An evening spent with Raven. A possible run-in with the sexy guidance counselor. Both of these opportunities were strange and uncertain.At the door of my office, I paused, hand on the knob. Something inside me wanted to go right back to my desk, back to work. The world there was comfortable, and I knew it inside and out. A foreign land lay ahead of me. How long had it been since I explored the world outside of the normal day-to-day?I let out a long sigh. No running back to the computer. Tonight wasn’t about me. This was Raven’s night. Going into the open-style main section downstairs, I crossed the living room and grabbed a glass of water. A noise made me turn around, and Karen popped out of the pantry. “Just getting rid of expired goods.” She waved a can of sweet potatoes at me. I couldn’t remember the last