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Authors: Selena Kitt
as she took tickets for a raffle.
“Hey, Miss Shull, is that your boyfriend over there? He’s super-hot.”
“No, he’s my—” Betsy caught herself just before she said “brother.” Plenty of kids had seen Mitch treating her like a queen and her career would be ruined if word got out that he was her brother.
“He’s my date,” Betsy said.
“Kinky, Miss Shull.” Nora grinned. “Real kinky.”
Nora left before Betsy could ask what she meant, and Mitch pulled her away from the raffle table.
“Time for a break,” he said.
“Mitch, I really need to chaperone these kids. I have a job to do and—”
“And there are at least a dozen other chaperones here. Let’s sit a while and have some cake or something.”
Tempting her with cake. Damn, the man knew her!
They found a corner far from the dance floor and DJ’s speakers and sipped iced tea while Betsy kicked off her shoes and rested her feet on a chair.
“It looks like these kids really like you, baby,” Mitch said while he rubbed his sister’s feet.
“They’re a great bunch. We have troublemakers like any other school, but there are some really good kids here. Most of them just want to be acknowledged and encouraged. Well, you already know that.”
“Private schools are different. A lot of the kids at my school come in with this sense of entitlement. Many of them rebel and turn out worse if you even attempt to break them. The good ones, the ones who will change the world, are the ones who are smart enough to shed that entitlement and strike out on their own.”
“It’s weird that we both ended up in the education field,” Betsy mused. “God, can you imagine what it will be like when our own kids are in school?”
“I can. I have.” He gazed at her over his glass of punch. “I’m sure our kids will have an amazing education.”
The DJ’s voice cut through the music. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, presenting your prom king and queen… Anthony Dyson and Angela Jackson!”
Betsy jumped up, clapping for them. Mitch clapped from his chair, looking up at her, smiling, a little bemused. She didn’t know why it made her chest tighten or her eyes tear up, but it did. She turned her face toward the stage, trying to wipe away a tear that fell without anyone noticing.
But Mitch noticed. He stood so fast that his chair nearly fell backward.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, putting his arms on her shoulders and leaning in to murmur the question.
“Nothing.” She shook her head, blinking her tools away. “They’re good kids. I just… I remember hoping I might be up there with Darren… then he dumped me just before prom and I… it’s just stupid girl stuff.”
“It’s not stupid at all.” Mitch took her hand. “Let’s walk, baby. Show me around the place. Has it changed much since we were here?”
“No.” Betsy shook her head, regaining their composure as they walked. “The office is being renovated, though. I can show you that.”
The sounds of the prom grew quieter as they walked down the halls of their former school. They ended up at the office and ducked under hanging tarps to enter the construction area. Ladders, drywall, paint buckets, and other gear were scattered about the front receptionist’s area in an order that Betsy said only made sense to the workers. She showed Mitch her meager office with its lone window that looked out to the back parking lot of the school.
“When does this get renovated?” he asked.
“Not for a while yet.” She laughed. “The principal’s office is first.”
“Let’s see it,” Mitch said.
“I don’t have a key.”
Mitch grinned. “I’m willing to bet I can get us in there if his office door is as old as yours.”
He pulled an American Express card from his wallet and had the principal’s office door open in less than a minute.
“Where did you learn
“Hey, Miss Shull, is that your boyfriend over there? He’s super-hot.”
“No, he’s my—” Betsy caught herself just before she said “brother.” Plenty of kids had seen Mitch treating her like a queen and her career would be ruined if word got out that he was her brother.
“He’s my date,” Betsy said.
“Kinky, Miss Shull.” Nora grinned. “Real kinky.”
Nora left before Betsy could ask what she meant, and Mitch pulled her away from the raffle table.
“Time for a break,” he said.
“Mitch, I really need to chaperone these kids. I have a job to do and—”
“And there are at least a dozen other chaperones here. Let’s sit a while and have some cake or something.”
Tempting her with cake. Damn, the man knew her!
They found a corner far from the dance floor and DJ’s speakers and sipped iced tea while Betsy kicked off her shoes and rested her feet on a chair.
“It looks like these kids really like you, baby,” Mitch said while he rubbed his sister’s feet.
“They’re a great bunch. We have troublemakers like any other school, but there are some really good kids here. Most of them just want to be acknowledged and encouraged. Well, you already know that.”
“Private schools are different. A lot of the kids at my school come in with this sense of entitlement. Many of them rebel and turn out worse if you even attempt to break them. The good ones, the ones who will change the world, are the ones who are smart enough to shed that entitlement and strike out on their own.”
“It’s weird that we both ended up in the education field,” Betsy mused. “God, can you imagine what it will be like when our own kids are in school?”
“I can. I have.” He gazed at her over his glass of punch. “I’m sure our kids will have an amazing education.”
The DJ’s voice cut through the music. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, presenting your prom king and queen… Anthony Dyson and Angela Jackson!”
Betsy jumped up, clapping for them. Mitch clapped from his chair, looking up at her, smiling, a little bemused. She didn’t know why it made her chest tighten or her eyes tear up, but it did. She turned her face toward the stage, trying to wipe away a tear that fell without anyone noticing.
But Mitch noticed. He stood so fast that his chair nearly fell backward.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, putting his arms on her shoulders and leaning in to murmur the question.
“Nothing.” She shook her head, blinking her tools away. “They’re good kids. I just… I remember hoping I might be up there with Darren… then he dumped me just before prom and I… it’s just stupid girl stuff.”
“It’s not stupid at all.” Mitch took her hand. “Let’s walk, baby. Show me around the place. Has it changed much since we were here?”
“No.” Betsy shook her head, regaining their composure as they walked. “The office is being renovated, though. I can show you that.”
The sounds of the prom grew quieter as they walked down the halls of their former school. They ended up at the office and ducked under hanging tarps to enter the construction area. Ladders, drywall, paint buckets, and other gear were scattered about the front receptionist’s area in an order that Betsy said only made sense to the workers. She showed Mitch her meager office with its lone window that looked out to the back parking lot of the school.
“When does this get renovated?” he asked.
“Not for a while yet.” She laughed. “The principal’s office is first.”
“Let’s see it,” Mitch said.
“I don’t have a key.”
Mitch grinned. “I’m willing to bet I can get us in there if his office door is as old as yours.”
He pulled an American Express card from his wallet and had the principal’s office door open in less than a minute.
“Where did you learn
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