Tenderson Private High School is exclusive and arrogant. Fits perfectly with my dads' criteria. I'm surprised he would even let Teddy and me go to a 'normal' school and didn't just homeschooled us. I think my mom is the brain behind the choice of our school. She would never let us get homeschooled, and as mentioned, she has a way with Mr. Grey.
"So… any plan of how we don't participate in PE later?" Casey asks during the killing science class.
"Nope. You?" I whisper back and try to concentrate on what Mr. Yver does at the blackboard. Impossible. I suck at science. And Mr. Yver is boring as hell. Doesn't make it easier, trust me. Casey detests PE and always does everything possible to not participate.
"I'm considering just skipping the class," she whispers and studies her nails. Casey dumped listening in scientific classes years ago - and dumped the classes as well, but it doesn't seem like she cares. But I really need a good average. Bs' are good for now, but I need to do better before senior year. The colleges I plan on applying to, only take straight A averages – besides that's what my dad expects of me. To be as smart as Teddy. He's the best student on his year. Sucks for me.
"What is it… seventh time in a row now?" I whisper and write notes as crazy. Radioactivity. Shoot me.
"Sixth. Math genius," she teases.
"Miss Nash and Miss Grey, have you anything to share with the class?" Mr. Yver interrupts our whispering conversation. Most teens would probably blush or apologize. But not us.
"My notes?" I answer innocent. Mr. Yver rolls his eyes.
"Eyes on the blackboard, people!" he orders and continues the lesson.
"If it weren't so damn boring, it would be easier," Brad Jefferson mumbles. Brad's cool. We hang out now and then because Casey dates the basketball team, taking one at the time. But she hasn't been with Brad yet. I actually don't know why. Maybe he's not tall enough or something. He's the shooting guard and must thereby not be crazily tall. Casey once told me that because she is so tall, she has to date basket players to feel "not giant".
"That's what I'm saying," I mumble back.
"Miss Grey, do I have to repeat myself?" Mr. Yver asks annoyed. I just smile, don't answer- he doesn't expect an answer, so why should I give him one? Brad puts his hand up, starring at Mr. Yver with the best stone-face I've seen a guy put in ages. It's refreshing.
"Yes, Mr. Jefferson?" Mr. Yver sighs. Brad isn't the clever kid. He's here because the law says he has to – and then the basket, of course.
"Mr. Yver, is radioactivity deathly?" he asks. I stare at my notes; we've discussed how a nuclear power plant exploded in Russia and killed several people for an hour now.
"Yes, Mr. Jefferson. That is kind of the entire subject right now," Mr. Yver sighs. He's patient, you have to give him that.
"Well, in that case I'm out of here. Cause this class is definitely killing me now," Brad stands up and head for the door. He has done it before; just walked out of class.
"That's it. Detention, Mr. Jefferson. Miss Nash, Miss Grey, you too," Mr. Yver almost yells. He's started to sweat. Disgusting.
"That's not fair! We didn't do anything!" Casey interjects. Oh shit.
"Except interrupting class? Sit your ass down, Brad, or I'll make sure you won't be able to make practice for a week. Coach's not going to like that, is he?" Mr. Yver hisses. We pushed him to the limit. Brad hesitates and take a seat, with a deep sigh. Mr. Yver continues the lesson. Fifteen minutes later, Casey and I hang at our lockers before next period.
"I can't believe he gave us detention!" Casey frowns, practically throwing her books inside the locker.
"Easy for you to say. Your dad isn't killing you as soon as you get home," I sigh. I can see that she's feeling bad for me.
"It isn't the first time you get detention and you're still breathing," she points. I can't help laughing.
"Well, he gets pissed anyway. I don't know what he wants. A Grey version of Wendy Clark, maybe," we both look at Wendy Clark down the hall, who is so smart that even the teachers sometimes loses track when she gets started. Wendy is cool. She's every dads dream daughter. But I'm just not like her.
"So… PE. Are you splitting?" I ask as I get my PE clothes. Casey sighs.
"Nah… can't leave you alone to Xenos' torture, can I?" she gives me that vague smile and I know that she's doing this for me.
"Thanks, Cas," I smile, correcting my messy, curly hair and closes my locker.
"Well, do I have a choice?"
Walking to detention with Casey and Brad, I feel sweaty and gross and my hair is all… un-volumed. I hate PE. Xenos is an idiot and loves to make us run until he's sure that all our makeup is sweated off – Casey thinks he's gay because he detests makeup and styled hair so much; she thinks he's jealous. I just think he's evil. Mrs. Clark – Wendy's mother and my English teacher – is head of the detention today.
"Okay, guys. Take a seat and start reflecting about what you've done. There's a reason you're here. And please, try to avoid it next time, no matter what you've done. My job is easier if I can actually go home when school's over," Mrs. Clark says and sits at the teachers' desk. I stare into the air, trying not to wonder how pissed on a scale from one to ten, my dad is going to be when I get home. All I can see in front of my inner eye is his light gray eyes, burning like a thunderstorm. Shit.
"48 minutes to go," Brad whispers as twelve minutes of the detention has passed. I frown. This is going to be a long hour.
Taylor picks me up when I get out of detention. I know what it means; dad is home. And he's too pissed to let Casey drive me home.
"Taylor, I…" I begin, and then stop. What? 'I' what?
"Don't worry, Miss. He just needs to get it out. You know him." Frankly, that is exactly what I need to hear.
"Thanks Taylor." He just nods. I have a feeling that Taylor was the kind of guy who got detention a lot when he was in school.
In the foyer Ted is greeting me, rolling his eyes. Jezz, does the guy ever go to school?
"You're an idiot."
"Shut up."
"Have you never had Mr. Yver before? You knew it would happen."
"You've heard?"
"It was all over the school before lunch. Brad must have thrown quite a scene," Ted laughs. I can't help smiling.
"Yeah. It was kind of worth it. Even though dad is… angry" I feel terrible in a second.
"You really need to stop doing everything you can to piss him of. Especially when mom is not home. You know he gets easily annoyed when she's away." I must turn paler, because Teddy lighten up and puts his arms around me.
"Don't worry, honey. He just needs to get it out, then it's over." I nod. We both know our father.
"Phoebe Grace Grey, get your ass in here!" dad yells from his office down the hall. I send Ted a painful look.
"Get it over with," he says, quietly, "just go with the daddy's girl."
"But I'm not daddy's girl," I hiss back.
"I said go with it," he points. I sigh.
"Phoebe!"
"God. Coming!" I yell, give Ted a final look and then walk down the hall to fathers' office. Damn. He is so pissed.
