Page 34 of Exactly What I Needed
“Yesterday, when you hung up, someone knocked on your door. I assumed—”
“That it was a girl?” he finished, and I nodded.
Asher shook his head, his luscious hair billowing back and forth. “Princess, the only girl I’ve invited back to my hotel room is you.”
“I—” I stopped, unable to think of anything to actually say.
“It was Drake, letting me know it was time to film the video that I assume you’ve seen if you’re asking me about the concerts,” he finished, and I slowly nodded, dumbfounded.
“When you say I’m the only girl? What do you mean?”
Another door opening echoed through the hallway he was standing in. Once again interrupting our conversation as he glanced away from his phone.
“Look, I’ve got to go. We’ve got tons of shit going on. I’ll send you an address. Come by Wednesday after you’re done teaching, and we can start,” he quietly said.
“Thank you,” I whispered, and he winked. Reaching forward, I went to press the end button when he spoke once more.
“Oh, forewarning.” He lifted a brow with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Yes?”
“Don’t open that Picsnap unless you’re alone.”
Then he tapped his screen, and the call ended.
“Don’t open it unless I’m alone? Then why the hell would you be sending that if you knew I was in school? What if I’d opened that right now, dumbass?” I said to the dead screen.
And my own classroom door swung open.
“Wow, Cosette. Language there,” my teacher bestie said with a grin.
I rolled my eyes. “What’s up, Elysia?”
She chuckled. “Have you read your emails yet?”
I shook my head. “No, I've been taking care of something else, and it’s lunch. Why?” I placed my phone on my desk.
She took a deep breath. “Be prepared. Apparently, classes on the Friday when this popular metal band, Void or whatever, is having a family night concert will be changed.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because they are figuring that most students won’t attend the last couple periods.”
“Is this just our school?”
She shook her head. “No, this is district-wide. Small towns. Anyway, we have a meeting this Friday to discuss what’s happening next week. Or is it the week after? Whichever Friday the concert is, we have a meeting this week Friday in preparation.”
“That’s a lot of ‘Fridays,’” I replied, chuckling, and she rolled her eyes.
“It’s exhausting.” She giggled.
“Are you going to go?” I sat down in my chair, pulling my lunch bag from the mini fridge I kept beside my desk.
She shrugged her shoulders, walking in carrying her own food, and plopped herself down on the desk closest to me. “I’m not sure. Several of my students in my classes have played me a couple of songs, and they’re actually really good. Their lead singer has an incredible voice. Plus, the lyrics are fairly poetic, which surprised me, if I’m being honest.”
“My students dared me to go.” I took a bite of my leftover lasagna from last night.
“What?” She gasped, salad dressing dripping down her chin.
