Snippet #1859782

“It has been far too long since we last saw each other. I suspect your ‘vacation’ went well, Mr. Cambridge,” Mrs. Rushing said while buttoning her blouse back up with nervous fingers. Her skirt was crumbled and there was a mild stain on it but nothing that could not be dealt with and made invisible.

“Spent time with my father,” the young man said while leaning against the window with his forearm prone against the glass. Jonathan was watching the students below begin to trickle back onto the school grounds and gather in a horde around the memorial.

“And how was that,” Mrs. Rushing asked him after discovering a run in her hosiery.

“Don’t pretend to be interested in me. We both know the reason you keep having me come to your ‘office’ for ‘counseling’. You sound like fool, Deirdre,” Jonathan stated while his eyes viewed a girl from above. It was Cassidy. She was to be his next victim when it came to his games with the ladies of the school. He couldn’t wait to begin it either.

Jonathan was going to be her console; the shoulder to cry one, the ear that listened, and whatever foolishness was needed in order to conquer her. Cassidy would fall to his manipulative ways no matter what level Jonathan had to stoop toward.

“Fine. Get out.”

“As you wish,” Jonathan said with a smirk and he abruptly left the woman’s office without straightening his tie. He walked down the halls with his briefcase thrown over a shoulder careless and a hand in his pocket. It was an arrogant walk and one that said Jonathan had money, status, and popularity. He owned the school and he acted like it. The boy was not afraid to flaunt his father’s name and it showed.

And as he walked through the halls of Archer’s, all he could think of was how that woman’s stench clung to him.