![]() ![]() I offer a nod and redirect myself to the school office. “Fine.” It’s not like I can give any other response. ![]() So for her to be giving me sympathetic looks means something bad is cooking down at the principal’s office. She treats her students like we’re here to learn actual math instead of some life lesson on loving your neighbor and crap like that. Weir is a hard ass, which is why I like her. “No, it’s not about tardiness…this time.” Her normally flinty gaze is soft around the edges, and my gut relays a warning to my sluggish morning brain. Besides his sperm, it’s the only thing he left behind. It’s probably the most expensive item I own. It’s one minute before nine and this watch is never wrong. Weir says before I can step inside her precalculus classroom. “Ella, you’re wanted in the principal’s office,” Ms. ![]()
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