16 First Day of School

16: First Day of School

"Listen, I spent a whole hour on her hair!" Ash hissed. "She"s going to school!"

"I don"t care who"s with her." Cole lowered his voice, but his face was still set in a fierce frown. "She"s staying home. She can do the virtual school thing."

"I love you, Posy," he rumbled.

"I hope you have a great first day, sweetness," he said before he kissed me.

School buses didn"t run this far away from the human school, so Ty and Peri were going to pick me up since they had to drive past the alpha house, anyway. Konstantin would drive Thoreau and Spring, and the rest of our friends already had rides established.

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I didn"t know how he stayed asleep with Thoreau in the room, though. The teacher, Mrs. Greenwood, did something called an icebreaker for us to get to know each other. She had a big cowboy hat with slips of paper in it. We passed it around as she played music and when she paused the song, whoever was holding the hat had to pull out a paper and answer whatever it asked.

Of course, that made most of us chuckle, but my eyes widened with alarm when he read his question.

Wow. He just laid it all out there.

"And the last member of my family is Posy, my big sister!" Thoreau gestured to me, keeping up the story we"d invented for the humans. "She is married, so you better leave her alone or her husband will beat you up! I"m not kidding! And I ain"t even going to tell you what Bubba will do to you if you bother her!"

"Um, because I love him?" My frown grew heavier.

"Girl, it"s all over school that you"re married to Wyatt!" Peri chirped as she ran up to me.

She dragged me to a pair of desks at the front of the room, and we arranged our supplies as we chatted. She giggled as I shared Thoreau"s crazy answers to the icebreaker, and she told me all about how hard Algebra II was.

"We didn"t even talk about math," I teased her.

"Then you will be my best student because you have something few of your classmates do. What do you suppose that is?"

"Yes, sir, I do."

The class ended soon after I finished gluing my last piece in place, and Peri and I trotted off to creative writing.

That class, I wasn"t too sure about. The teacher, Ms. Gautier, didn"t smile and seemed really strict. She gave us a lecture on the importance of not coming late or skipping, pronouncing her name correctly as Go-Shay, and reminding us that the class being an elective meant that she didn"t have to "put up with us" if we were a problem.