“Vienna, please—”
“Dante, she’s saying my name and begging me. It’s getting awkward. I’ve got a semi now.”
My cheeks flamed, and I turned away from the teacher, praying she hadn’t heard. I pressed the phone to my ear, hoping to drown out Vienna’s booming voice.
“I will slice your eyelids off and make you watch as I shave your useless beard off if you don’t tell me,” I hissed at him.
“I justtoldyou!” He snapped, sounded affronted.
“You gave me nonsense aboutrooms!” I looked over at my shoulder, seeing Bee walk over with one of her other teachers.“Come on, Vienna. They’re going to ring the police soon. Be a good hair buddy,” I said, playing on our nickname for each other.
“What type of room has no doors or windows?” He repeated. “It’s an easy one.
“Is everything okay?” Miss Baillie asked, straining her neck to look at me. I nodded over my shoulder and turned back to the phone.
“The fucking coffin I’ll be putting you in,” I hissed in a hushed whisper.
He made a buzzer noise. “Incorrect. Let’s try again. What's—”
“Give me the fucking phone!” Dante snapped, followed by more commotion. “It’s mushroom, Rachel. The password is mushroom.”
“Why would it be mushroom? What a ridiculous password.”
Dante hung up without another word, and I turned to the teacher, pushing my hair off my sweaty forehead. “Sorry about that. Mushroom. The password is mushroom.”
“And the numbers?”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!
Bee took it upon herself to sigh heavily, roll her eyes, and then walked over to my car, ripping the door open and slamming it behind her.
I took my cue from her and walked away from the teachers, hearing them yell in the background that they would have no choice but to call the authorities if I took Amy off the school grounds without their permission. I waved at them over my shoulder and climbed in the car, pulling off before they could stop me. I wouldn’t put it past them to dive in front of the car.
“Did you have a good day?” I asked Bee as we pulled onto the main road, looking at her through the rearview mirror.
She shrugged.
“I saw you sitting by yourself. Are you making friends?”
She glared at me.
“I know it’s not easy. But I could—” Bee pulled a book out of her bag, opened it, and raised it until it was covering her face.
Conversation over, I guess.
“You know, you could have saved me from that awkward conversation at any point,” I said, grinning at her to let her know I was joking.
She reached into her bag and pulled out her tablet, quickly scribbling something down before turning it towards me with a big smile.
Where would be the fun in that?
“Touché. Fancy writing the numbers down for me, so that next time we don’t have to go through this?”
She shook her head and put the tablet back in her bag. But she was still smiling, and there was a happy gleam in her eyes. I took that as a win.
Chapter 37
Rachel
