Losing Control (14 page)

Bianca paled. This woman seriously held nothing back. “It was that bad?”

“Let’s just say it wasn’t for me. It’s not like that for everyone,” Stacey quickly amended, putting her hand on Bianca’s arm in a comforting gesture.

Her brain told her Stacey was right, everyone had a different experience. She couldn’t base hers on one that someone else had.

“And here we are. If you need anything you can hit the button for the office and someone will help you. You’re subbing for Mr. Grayson today, and he should have made you very detailed notes. I believe he left a packet so that they can work from out of their books. Don’t let anyone convince you they have a hall pass either. You give those out for the bathroom.”

“Thanks for the tip.”

“Good luck! I’ll see you at the end of your day. You’re welcome to eat lunch in the cafeteria or here. You’ll get a discount since you are a teacher, but you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to,” Stacey said, leaving her.

“Thanks,” Bianca called out, taking a deep breath.

This was the first step in what was going to be her new life.

Four classes and a lunch period down and she was finally on her last one of the day. She had seen Mandy, who had waved at her and been on her best behavior. It looked like she’d even convinced her friends to also be on their best behavior as well. Mandy had warned her that Drew would be in her last class of the day.

As they filed in, she saw Drew and waved at him. He waved back while his buddies hit him on the back, wanting to know who she was. For the first time she was nervous. Would he tell his friends she worked at
Wet Wanda’s
to look cool?

“She’s my dad’s friend’s girlfriend,” she heard him whisper to the group he sat with.

“As in one of the Heaven Hill members?”

“Yeah, so don’t mess with her,” Drew warned.

His voice sounded so deep and sure, she had to check to make sure he hadn’t aged overnight.

“Hell no,” the other guy said, holding his hands up.

She was proud to know that Drew wasn’t going to make things harder for her. He and Mandy were such good kids, she’d have to brag on them when she saw their parents next.

“I’m Ms. Hawks, and I’ll be your substitute today. Mr. Grayson left a packet of work that needs to be done using your books. If you have any questions, I’ll do my best to help you,” she told them, handing out the packet and going back to have a seat at the desk.

Throughout the day while they had done their homework, she’d done hers as well. It surprised her how much she had gotten done. All too soon the day was over and she was letting the class out with their final bell of the day.

“Have a good day, Ms. Hawks,” Drew teased as he walked out of the room.

She laughed, rolling her eyes at the boy. Grabbing her stuff, she made her way back to the front office so that she could turn her badge back in.

“Here ya go.” She handed it to Stacey.

“Thank you very much. By the way, these were delivered for you a few minutes ago.” Stacey pointed over to a beautiful arrangement of flowers.

“For me?”

“It says Bianca Hawks, you’re the only one we’ve got here honey.”

Nobody had ever given her flowers. Grabbing the vase, she looked at the card.

Sorry I was such an ass last night. I hope you’ve had a great day teaching. Call me and we’ll do dinner! Xoxo Jagger

“Wow, that was sweet!”

“A boyfriend or husband?” Stacey asked.

It was obvious that this woman fed off knowledge so Bianca just gave it up. “Boyfriend who acted like a complete asshole last night.”

“I hope you forgive him. Those are some nice flowers.”

Bianca grinned and winked. “I’ll think about it.”

Behind the closed door of the principal’s office, she heard a loud voice. “Stacey, I need those monthly reports right now.”

Stacey sighed. “They’re on my computer, Mr. Tucker, but the printer is messed up again. I’m waiting on IT to come and fix it.”

The man behind the door cursed loudly and came barreling out of the office. “That’s not good enough, Ms. Young.”

Bianca froze as the man looked at her and also froze. It was Mr. Money Bags from the club. Quickly, she dropped her badge in front of Stacey.

“Thanks for the fun day, gotta go.”

Snatching her flowers, she was gone.

Mr. Tucker watched her leave and turned to Stacey. “Who was that?”

“The sub for Mr. Grayson’s room today. Do you know her? It looked like the two of you know each other.”

“She just looked familiar. Let me know when IT shows up.”

He went back into his office and checked the sub schedule. Bianca Hawks. With a grin, he pulled up her file in their system. He steepled his fingers together and rested his chin on them thinking of the things he could do with the information.

Chapter Nineteen

L
ater that night, Bianca logged into her email account to see if she had been added to any more sub jobs or to see if her professors had sent out any new assignments. There was one email from Stacey in her inbox.

Intrigued, she opened it.

Bianca,

It was nice to meet you today. I realize this was your first time in a school in this capacity, so I thought it might help you to know a few things. Please don’t take this as me talking down to you, I liked you upon meeting you today, so take this in the spirit that it’s meant to be – helpful. Never, ever cuss when you’re at school – unless you are friends (and I mean friends) with the person that you’re talking to. I know that your boyfriend was probably an asshole, and if we had been out at a bar, like say, Wet Wanda’s, that would be fine, but some of these teachers will chew you up and spit you out. Same with the note from your boyfriend. Don’t let him cuss in those again. Smaller things have lost teachers jobs. I like you and I think you’re nothing like most of the teachers we have in this district. Please don’t let the ‘old girls club’ find a reason to get you kicked out.

With all the respect of someone who’s gone through this,

Stacey

Bianca’s face flamed. She had no idea there were etiquette lessons that needed to be given in order to be a teacher. Maybe that would be taught in her final classes. It gave her pause – she had never been the type of person to cower to others. Maybe this time she would have to. Biting her lip, she sighed. This was going to be more than she ever thought.

If they freaked about this, how would they feel when they knew her boyfriend was a member of a motorcycle gang? What if they found out about her childhood and that her mother had been on food stamps and they hadn’t had electricity all the time. What about when she went without food and had to steal every now and again from the country store around the corner of her childhood home? They would crucify her. She would definitely have to play her personal life close to the vest. Luckily, she hadn’t gotten into teaching to make friends. She’d gotten into it to help kids who floundered like she had. Ones with no direction and no parents to care.

Her cell rang and she bent to answer it when she saw a picture of Jagger flash across the screen. She hadn’t had a picture of him before, so he must have done it for her. He was sitting on his bike, making a heart with his hands. She rolled her eyes. He was
such
a contradiction.

“Hey,” she smiled.

“Hey,” he answered, his voice tight.

“Something wrong?”

“Our protection crew ran into a bit of a problem tonight, and I’m gonna have to take a rain check on dinner. Sorry,” he apologized.

Her spirits sank, but she fought to keep that disappointment out of her voice. “It’s okay, maybe I can pick up an extra shift at work.”

“You do, you call me and let me know. I’ll meet you out there when I get done.”

“Sounds good.” She hung up and sighed.

Work always needed her, so she went and got dressed.

For a Monday night,
Wet Wanda’s
was positively hopping.

“Girl, you’re about to get two tables of a bachelor party,” Jasmine warned her as they sat at the bar waiting on their drink orders to be filled.

“Really? On a Monday?”

“I know,” Jasmine agreed. She surveyed the club. “It’s packed in here. There’s even a bachelorette party here. At a strip club. Why aren’t they at a male revue?”

Bianca grinned. “Maybe they aren’t fans of dick in a box?”

Jasmine threw her head back and laughed. “You got a point there.”

The noise inside the club grew louder as a large group of men went for the two tables that Jasmine had earlier indicated would house the bachelor party. “Looks like I’m on, and looks like they’ve already been drinking.”

They observed a redhead who sat closest to the stage, already throwing money up at the dancer. “Watch him, he looks a little grabby,” Jasmine warned.

“Will do.”

Before she sauntered over to the table, her eyes searched for Dominic, their head bouncer. Their eyes locked, and she indicated the table that she was walking over to. He flashed her a thumbs up and stood with his arms crossed over his large chest.

“Hey guys, I’m Bianca,” she introduced herself as she arrived at the table and started taking drink orders.

“That’s a whore’s name if I’ve ever heard one,” the redhead said, laughing loudly at his own joke.

She ignored him and continued taking the orders.

“Hey!” he yelled at her again. “I’m the bachelor here tonight, how about you and I go into that back room?” he indicated a bank of rooms off to the side. The onstage girls gave lap dances and sometimes more in those rooms.

“You don’t see me up on the pole do you?” she asked. “Only girls on the pole go back into that room.”

“You could be up on my pole,” he laughed, grabbing his crotch and thrusting it at her.

Taking a deep breath, she turned around to go put in their orders and tried to take a few minutes to collect herself. Sometimes this job could be too much, even for her.