Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“So you’ll let your man go by himself. I mean, he’s going to be king.”
“I suppose I haven’t gotten that far.”
“You’re the head of the media department. Don’t you think you should go to the homecoming dance?” Mr. McIntyre asks from behind his desk. The man hasn’t said much.
“I can’t go to every event,” I point out.
“Don’t think it’s hard to go to a dance, but all right.” He gives an annoyed shrug of his shoulder.
“Have you gotten a chance to look over the pieces I have picked for other classmates to cover?” I ask my own question. I get free rein, or I did, but I got an email from Mr. McIntyre asking what was going to be covered next week.
This week was all fluff and welcoming everyone back to school. Along with a few pieces on the football team. That’s nothing new; articles are always on the football team. People are obsessed with it.
“Yes, I have a few issues, and I’ll respond to them when I get the chance,” Mr. McIntyre informs me.
“Yeah, you seem real busy,” Blair mutters. In fairness, I haven’t seen him do anything, but it’s only been a few days. He might be getting his footing. I also wasn’t upset about it because our last teacher kind of let me lead things. It was part of my responsibilities.
“Excuse me, Miss Blair.”
“Miss? What year is it?” This time, Blair rolls her eyes. She’s not wrong. Also, Mr. McIntyre here isn’t that old himself. I’d guess him to be in his late twenties. I need to dig into him still. Far too much has been going on, and Jax is rather distracting. I freaking shared a bed with him last night!
This isn’t an easy school to land a teaching position. You either have to have years under your belt or be connected to someone. This school costs more than most colleges out there.
“Smart mouths don’t get you class credit,” Mr. McIntyre tells her.
“Is that a threat?” Blair asks with a smirk. I think she wants it to be a threat.
“Is what a fucking threat?” Jax asks, entering the classroom. I glance up at the clock over the door. Practice must have wrapped earlier than usual. Actually, scratch that. I can’t see Coach Kaufman cutting any practice early. Jax's eyes glance around the room like he's casing the place. I can tell he’s on edge, not knowing what he’s walked into.
“My smart mouth.” Blair taps her lips with her finger. “This mouth has gotten me far in life.” I snort a laugh before I can stop myself.
“Is there something I can help you with, Jax?” Mr. McIntyre asks him.
“No,” Jax says dismissively, making his way toward me. “Is there a problem?” he asks me.
“Practice out early?”
“I missed you.” Jax leans down, putting one of his hands on each of my wrists. “And I wanted a kiss.”
“Jax.” I can feel my face start to heat. “The teacher.” I whisper the second part. I don’t know. It’s weird to kiss in front of teachers and parents. I don’t think Jax gives a shit or has even thought about it.
“What?” I turn back to face the teacher. “Is there a problem?” Jax asks.
“I’m going to be leaving for the day, so everyone needs to head out.” Mr. McIntyre completely jumps around Jax’s question. I don’t blame him. McIntyre here might have ten years on Jax, but that’s all he’s got. I’m sure he has already been made aware of who's who in this school.
He is very much the stereotype of a geeky media guy. “If she’s not ready, then we’re not going anywhere,” Jax tosses right back.
“Jax.” I touch his arm, wanting to pull his attention back to me before things get out of hand.
Before yesterday, I don’t think I would have called Jax laid-back, but if you left him alone, he left you alone. He doesn’t go out of his way to push people around. It's why a lot of people give him a wide berth. They know he’s not the type to throw his family's power around.
It doesn’t go unnoticed that now he’s snipping at people. I’m not one of those people, but I do wonder if I’m the cause of it. He’s more short-tempered when it comes to me, and I’m not sure how to handle that or what to think of it.
“He doesn’t get to be a dick because he’s the teacher, and you're worried he’d fuck with your grade. Isn’t that right, Jim McIntyre? You wouldn’t do that, would you?” Jax may pose it as a question, but I can hear the underlined threat in it.
Blair's perfect eyebrows are almost up to her hairline as she enjoys this back and forth. Mr. McIntyre here is now shifting around in his seat and seeming to pack up his crap for the day, or he’s trying to appear busy. Likely the latter.