Page 23 of Troublemaker: The Big Picture Edition
“I will see you tomorrow afternoon, then…”
“Yes, you will. Thanks for calling.”
“Thanks for actually answering.”
Jesus, I want to give this topless teacher a spanking.
Fuck, I need to get laid.
Why am I so horny right now?
“Dad! Did you order a pizza yet?”
Aaaaand we’re back to our regularly scheduled program.
“I will see you tomorrow, Miss Stiles.” I end the call, and I don’t have time to wonder why the fuck I sounded like Clark Gable inGone With the Windjust now.
Returning to the kitchen, I find Ryder about to put his homework back in a folder.
“You finish your homework?”
“Yes.”
“What word did you use instead of ‘turd?’”
“Trouble.”
“How’d you spell it?”
He sighs. I’m just as exasperating to him as I am to Miss Stiles. I’m killin’ it today.
“T-r-u-b-l-e.”
“You sure that’s right?”
“That’s how it sounds.”
“Don’t you need to check the spelling before turning it in?”
“Can’t you just tell me how to spell it?”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
I can’t wait until my kid is old enough to actually tell me to fuck off, because that’s what his face is saying to me right now.
“Just look it up on your iPad. I gotta order us a pizza. And speaking of fun—guess who’s coming to visit your classroom after school tomorrow?”
He looks way too pleased to hear this. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. You, me, and Miss Stiles are having a meeting. We’re gonna have a super fun talk about the rules about talking in class. Nice going.”
He finally looks concerned for about one second. “Am I in trouble?”
“You will be if you don’t learn the right way to spell it.”
Honestly, I have a feeling Miss Stiles might be the troublemaker in this scenario.
Miss Stiles is feisty.
