“You’ve been warned, son,” he said, then sighed. “Come on, you’ve got a couple of months left and then you’re outta here. Let’s try not to get into any more trouble, hey?”
Roman gave him his best ‘I’ll behave’ look and the nurse fussed over him some more; honestly, the woman was lovely and excellent at her job, but she was a sap for an attractive young man.
“You know the drill, Roman,” Mr Dunbridge said as though he knew it was useless trying to help the guy who didn’t want to be helped.
“I do. Off school property by end of Lunch and not back until Monday-week. I’m a very good boy at following the rules, sir.”
“The ones that suit you, yes,” he muttered as he walked out, shaking his head.
Roman threw me his sexiest smirk, but his eyes were cold. “Suffice to say you’ll need to get the bus home, Barlow.”
I slapped him once for good measure and stormed out.