Page 35 of Lessons In Grey
God, I hated this city.
That was a lie, I loved it.
The rumors about me being an alcoholic were raging throughout the school, along with a rumor that I wanted to fuck the writing Professor so desperately that I was now using my mental illness to get into his pants, which hadn’t truly made sense until I found out who started the rumors.
I hated Remi and I was determined never to speak with her again. I was over her childish games and her taunts. I needed she, Cam, and Katelyn out of my life for good, and I hoped Ash was okay with that.
I don’t know how long I had been sitting there, not long, I guessed, before someone showed up that I honestly hadn’texpected.
“There you are, sweetheart.”
My eyes lifted, such shock filling me, I thought perhaps I had been seeing things.
My dad walked up to me, wearing his business suit, Diamond beside him. “I’m okay here, Gluver,” he told Diamond.
I blinked a few times, shaking my head. “I…wh—dad, what are you doing here?”
“Pick up your things, I’d like to discuss something with you and Professor Navarro.”
Navarro? Who the fuck—
My eyes widened. “Ra—my writing professor? Why?” I swear to God if Remi convinced her dad to call my dad, claiming that I wasactually fuckinghim, I was going to kill her.
“You have a drinking problem, Emily, you respect Navarro. He needs to be involved, according to Rachel, who, by the way, is relieved you’re alive.”
I frowned at him. “I’m not drinking.”
His eyes flicked up a few inches and I felt my face grow hot. “Why are you wearing her hat? You shouldn’t be wearing her hat.”
I swallowed, working my jaw. “Fine.” I collected all of my things and stood. “You should listen to Helen,” I told him coldly before heading down the hall.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“Slow down, Emily.”
“I have work to do,” I tossed back, my heart racing. This was the last thing I needed, but I had so much work to do, and I was terrified to try and do it at home. If I could just get this nonsense over with, I could get back to work and not have to deal with anymore interruptions.
When his door came into view, my heart skipped a beat. At least this would scare him away, right? A drug addict professorand an alcoholic student? That would never work. It was too toxic. He had to stay away now.
I stopped outside the door, the blinds drawn, and turned to my dad, finding the little pin on the lapel of his suit jacket. A little bee. To support the bees, you see? Because how else would he show support of saving the bees besides wearing a stupid little pin nobody could see? “I don’t have a problem with alcohol, I just wanted to make that clear before we walk in there. You’re taking the word of someone else’s daughter rather than listening to your own.”
He looked disappointed in me. “You have a habit of lying, sweetie. What else am I to do?”
I released a breath and shook my head. “I haveneverlied to you. It is not my fault that you can’t understand what I’m trying to tell you.”
He pressed his lips together and gestured to the door. “Please.”
My lip curled and I shook my head, the betrayal hitting deep and hard.
I opened the door and stepped in, slowing when I saw Remi sitting on his desk, legs spread, and Rags leaning back in his chair, watching her.
I rolled my lips together and rose a brow. “How’s that plastic pussy treating you, Rem?” I asked, pulling over both of their gazes. “Did daddy dearest spend his money well.”
She took her time closing her legs. “Greyson seemed to think so.”
“Is this how you run your classroom, Professor?”