That’d just so happened to be why I’d shown up here today and had caught up with Flint as he was heading inside. Only, he’d gotten a call from a couple of teachers that’d said there was a fight that’d broken out in the theater department. Which had then spurred both of us on to get there as fast as we could.
We’d arrived just in time to see that kid, Bryan Abrams, about to take a huge swing at Carmichael’s head with a fucking computer.
Flint had gotten there just in time to stick his large hand out and stop the computer before it could make contact with his sister.
He’d then sent every last fucking one of the little assholes to the principal’s office. But only after he’d put the Abrams kid in handcuffs and walked him out to his police cruiser.
I’d followed behind, pissed as hell, wondering how in the hell one lost control that bad to want to harm a teacher.
When I’d followed Flint back, it was to walk into the room to hear Carmichael rip Flint a new one for intervening.
Which led us to now.
“Was she serious about being pissed at you?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking. “Because what the hell would she have done if you hadn’t arrived? I’m fairly sure she would’ve taken that hit to the face.”
The idea was sickening to me.
Anything happening to Carmichael, even a fucking hangnail, was abhorrent.
Just the idea of her up here, in this hellhole, having to deal with asshole children who didn’t care about her in the least, was giving me hives.
I’d been neglecting to think about her since our “almost” date, since she was so effectively freezing me out.
I’d heard my sister, Raleigh, Camryn, and Flint talking about it over the last couple of months, but I’d been too damn busy to really give it much thought.
But seeing it with my own eyes?
I was now going to deal with this if the school wasn’t.
“She’s mad because she has no control over this class,” he answered as he gestured to the back door where that kid was still in the back of his cruiser. “She’s a little fucking sprite of a person, and the kids walk all over her. She tries to gain control, and they just push back even harder. I’m honestly not sure this teaching thing is something she’s cut out for. At least not at this level.”
I semi-agreed with him.
Sure, she was small.
And by small, I meant only five foot one, if that. She was beautiful and curvy, but the teenagers were all taller than her.
Like everyone else, they thought that she resembled a doll—which she did.
She had that porcelain white skin, black curly hair, and bottomless pit lavender eyes—and yes, I do mean lavender—that she almost looked unreal.
She looked like she’d shatter at a sharp-pitched noise.
“She could handle her own if she had the right class,” I confessed as we pushed through the double doors out of the theater building.
I came to a sudden halt when I saw Carmichael engaged in conversation with a tall, lanky man that was wearing glasses.
He was laughing and holding on to the computer that the kid had almost taken her head out with.
“Who’s that?” I found myself asking.
Honestly, I was quite proud of how level-headed I sounded.
“That,” Flint said, “is her new friend. The computer geek.”
I felt something in my stomach tighten at his words.
“Her friend or her friend?” I wondered, trying to tell myself to calm down and doing a really shitty job at it.
When I turned my glare on Flint, it was to see him smiling.
“That’s not something that I’m privy to,” he admitted. “But I could always ask my wife.”
“Ask your wife what?” I heard from behind me.
I turned just as Flint did to see Camryn walking toward us.
Well, waddling was more like it.
She was very pregnant, and I had to admit, she was even more beautiful than the last time I’d seen her.
I didn’t know what it was about pregnant women that always flipped my switch, but seriously. I’d never been attracted to Camryn in that way, but seeing her like that? I felt my dick twitch.
Which was really quite weird seeing as I’d always seen her as my little sister.
“If my sister is dating that weirdo over there.” Flint pointed in the direction of the man and Carmichael.
“Alfie?” Camryn asked, trying to see around Flint and me.
I moved slightly so that she could see between the gap of our bodies, and she shrugged. “That’s her friend, yes. They’re not dating each other. Though, if I had to guess, he really wants in there. She’s clueless, however.”
We all turned to survey the two people in front of us, and yes, I had to agree with Camryn’s words. The guy, Alfie, did want in there.
He wasn’t going to get in there, though. Not if I had any say in the matter.
Stiffening my spine, I walked up to the two in front of us, leaving the two behind me to hopefully go away.
I knew they wouldn’t, though. I had no such luck.
As I walked up to Carmichael’s side, I watched her body.
Though she was trying valiantly not to appear as if she was paying attention, the way her body stiffened the closer I got said otherwise.
Just as I was almost upon them, the loser Alfie finally turned his head to see me approaching.
What a moron.
I tilted my chin up at him as I held my hand out for the computer. “I’ll take that.”
He blinked, but inevitably handed it over, as if he wasn’t quite sure what to think of me asking for it.
“Since I’m the one who gave it to you,” I told her. “I’ll go ahead and utilize the monthly payment I make to my computer guys and get them to fix it for you. If they can’t fix it, they’ll pull all of your information off of
