Page 65 of Happenstance
Screw making an effort.
“You know what, Mason,” I huffed out, frustrated at his amusement, “Nevermind.”
“No need to get your panties in a bunch,” he chuckled, “All I’m saying is there are better things to chat about. Like porn.”
This time my brow arched. Seriously?“Porn, really?”
“Porn is a sure fire way to a guy’s attention.”
Mrs. Grier growled from behind her desk. “That’s enough talk about porn, Mr. Kessler.”
“I bet she watches the freaky stuff,” Mason whispered to me.
I don’t think I’d ever been so happy to see Nan’s pissed off expression. The curl in her lip usually meant I was in shit, though this time it wasn’t directed at me. And I’d take Nan going head to head with Ashworth’s receptionist, over discussing porn with Mason any day.
“You,” Nan’s arm flew up, finger pointed at Mrs. Grier, “Tell your boss I’m here.”
Mrs. Grier’s brow rose. “Pardon me?”
“You heard me!” Nan’s chest puffed out as she stormed up to the stern woman’s desk and slammed her hands down. “You think you can kick my girl out? I’ll have twenty women storming these halls in minutes.”
My face dropped in my open palm. If Nan made that threat, that meant she had the girls riled up and ready. If God was up there watching, he’d kill me now.
“If you kept a better eye on your granddaughter, then perhaps we wouldn’t be having this meeting.”
The lines in Nan’s face deepened, intensifying her scowl.
Wrong move Mrs. Grier, it was nice knowing you.
“You listen here, you little chippy…”
Chippy? Nan really needed to learn some new insults.
Mason and I sat there watching the two older women bicker. Nan’s emotions openly displayed, while Mrs. Grier remained cool as a cucumber. Mason’s eyes lit up as he enjoyed the show, I however, was pretty sure this was how I was going to die. My tombstone would read: Here lies Lana, she died of mortification.
“Ah man,” Mason groaned when the principal stepped out of his office, “Well, there goes my good time.”
I sneered at him. “Do you always have to be a jerk?”
His answer was a single wink. Prick.
Nan’s attention was instantly redirected to Mr. Sampson. I almost felt sorry for the guy. As far as principals went, he wasn’t bad. Went a little too far trying to fit in with us kids, but he was nice. On a side note, it was really weird when someone close to sixty used teenage slang.
“I suppose you’re the one giving my girl a hard time?”
“I assure you, the last thing I want to do is give Lana a hard time.” Mr. Sampson’s hand flew to his chest as he gave Nan a sympathetic look. “We just feel there are better places for your granddaughter, given her situation.”
“Wait, “ Mason interrupted, “So you’re saying that all I have to do to get a girl kicked out of school is to knock her up?”
Mrs. Grier, Nan, Mr. Sampson, and I all stared at Mason. None of us were impressed, but it was Nan who voiced her opinion.
“Who is this fool?”
I’d complained about the prick beside me enough that Nan knew the name Mason Kessler, but she’d never met him.
My hand waved over to Mason, and back to Nan, as I spoke. “Nan, this is Mason. Mason, Nan.”
This should be interesting.
