Page 65 of All Too Well
I roll my eyes.
Killian
I’m not even going to ask why you’re talking in song titles.
Miles
Well, I’m a school principal, what the hell do you think I hear all day?
Yes, but you don’t have to repeat it.
Everett
Is anyone else going to point out that Killian knew these were song titles?
I was leaving it to you.
Killian
Dickheads. All of you.
You’re just pissed we caught you.
Miles
I have the best idea! You guys are going to think I’m a fucking genius.
There’s not a chance of that happening, since most of the time he’s a dumbass.
Everett
Oh, thisshould be good.
Suddenly I feel warmth at my back and turn to see Ainsley peeking over my shoulder. “Excuse me?”
“Just keeping up on the gossip. A group chat about Frisbee—scintillating. Did you find out who you’re playing?”
“Yes, nosy ass, we did.”
She grins. “And?”
“The Swift-bees in the first round.”
Ainsley’s eyes go wide, and I really wish I didn’t have to say that aloud.
“Wait. You have team names?”
I failed to mention that, and for this reason. Although, after today, there’s no way we’re going to be able to hide it from her. So I go with being proud. Sure, we’re older. Sure, we have the most ridiculous name, but we didn’t have the option to change it, because Hazel is who registered it for us.
“We do.”
She silently laughs, covers her mouth, and then drops her hand. “I’m sorry, I’m sure you all have rather respectable names. Something like Ultimate Manchildren or Frisbros or Floppy Discs.”
That second one would’ve been good. “No, it’s much more dignified. We’re the Disc Jocks.”
Ainsley holds it together for about two seconds, which is more than I thought she would anyway, before bursting out laughing. “Oh my God! I’m starting to really be excited about this now. I mean, this article is going from a boring follow-up about a football god who walked away to a thought-provoking piece about why schools should give scholarships more on merit instead of sports.”
“You do know that sports are what brings money into those colleges so they can give academic money out, right?” I ask.
