Mondays were the worst day for me, class and basketball practice took a lot out of me, my father is the headmaster which is both a blessing and a curse. I'm supposed to be perfect, the perfect son, the perfect jock and team captain.
" Charlie " Emmette shouts putting me in a headlock " How was your weekend caption " My best friend grins at me, Emmette is taller than me with dark hair cut short and dark eyes.
" Same old, dad has me practicing all Sundays " I roll my eyes Emmette pats my back " You "
" I went to a party at Zayne's, " He says arching a brow " The one you blew off "
I shrug " I was busy, my dad is well you know "
" Speaking of .. " Emmette says, I turn and see my father walking towards us, his grey hair slicked back, his blue eyes focused, he smiles at me " Mr. Quinn, "Emmette says politely.
" Hello Emmette, do you mind if I steal him for a second "
" Sure," Emmette says
" Everything okay dad," I ask following him out the court.
" I have to get to a meeting, and there is a new student that I need to show around "
" Seriously Dad " I groan
" Charlie it's a half-hour of your day "
" Fine " I roll my eyes " She has better be hot," I say
" He .. is a transfer student. Be nice " My dad says