Page 95 of Unspoken Truths

It’s been two hours since school ended, I would say that’s exactly what we hit. Even though she’s spending the night with me, we were still going to her house to pack her bag.

“It’s hard to even believe,” she grumbles. “All of my grades have been changed to reflect failing marks except one. The only reason I’m not failing Mr. Richardson’s class is because he doesn’t use a digital grade book.”

“Ignacio!”Mr. Emil yells. “Fuck these boys.”

“No thank you,” Rachelle mutters as we get to my car. Unlocking it, I get into the vehicle next to her. “I spoke to all of my teachers, they’re all rallying together, stating it either can’t be fixed, or that it’s preposterous to admit that I’m being targeted.”

“Rachelle may have said that she was adopted by you,” I add, turning on the car.

“Really? Do we need to back-date it?”he asks.

“You really don’t mind that I shot my mouth off at the headmistress?” Rachelle asks, surprised.

Oh my sweet summer child, he’s never going to care about that.

“Absolutely not. If this had happened to Ignacio, the teachers would have fallen over backward for him,”Mr. Emil grumbles. “I married your mother because I’m head over heels in love with her. Since you’re part of her, I decided that love would extend to you automatically. While I did, getting to know you, it simply happened organically. I’m calling the school now, and then I’ll tell your mom you agreed to sign the adoption paperwork.”

My lips twitch in mirth and gratefulness as Rachelle says goodbye. A whooshing sigh makes her body relax into the chair as I drive out of the lot, a sign that she was more worried about that call than she let on.

“We’ll figure it out,” I murmur. “Let’s check your computer too.”

“I keep the wifi off on it unless I’m actively using it,” she murmurs. “I don’t know if that makes a difference, but I also have everything saved on a memory stick. My mom accidentally broke my laptop when she bashed Colton with the lamp. It crashed onto the floor. I obviously wasn’t upset, it did mean I had to use the computer labs in the library or school in order to get work done.”

“So you were used to having to download everything to a memory stick,” I say.

“Mmhmm. Old habits die hard,” she admits. “Maybe it’ll save me here, at least for the assignments I had to type up.”

“Hopefully it'll be enough to raise your grade,” I sigh. “Even your dad thinks this is the Kings. They’re threatened by you.”

“All five foot two of me?” Rachelle complains. “I’m so scary.”

“Your grades are, though. Every year, the Kings get the top four spots in the class,” I tell her. “I’m typically the fifth, and so on. They must be worried about being edged out, so they chose to hijack your grades.”

“God, they’re such insecure assholes,” she says. “I hope every one of them nicks themselves with their electric razors.”

“In what area?” I tease her, trying to pull her out of her sadness.

“Their balls,” she grunts. “I bet that area bleeds like a bitch, and they’re all hairless.”

“Let’s attempt to avoid having to see their cocks for a while,” I say with a snort.

“It’s never my idea,” Rachelle grumbles.

“Nacio needs to keep his pants on,” I murmur, opening my window as I approach the Reyes gate.

It opens before I can enter the code, so I’m able to drive right through up to the house. Rachelle and I get out of the car, walking quickly toward the front door, only to find someone already standing there.

“Where’s the fire?” Nacio asks, brow raised.

Rachelle snarls at him, jumping at his body.

“Fuck!” I yell, grabbing her around the waist. “Baby, he’ll break you in two. Come on, breathe.”

“The fuck?” he asks, staring at her as Mr. Emil stomps out to survey what’s happening.

Nacio is rewarded with a snack over the head as his father glares at him.

“You must have just gotten in. I’ve been looking for you. Your little friends have your stepsister failing all her classes. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” he asks.

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