Jason strode around his desk and scooted himself on to the corner leaving one foot touching the floor.
“She should be allowed to stay,” Brice said, folding his arms, frowning.
“What are you the superhero at Cody?” Jason said, rubbing his dangling leg. He wore a Cody T-shirt with boot cut jeans. “You have no right to question me; you’re not even a union rep.”
"Come on," Brice said. "You know she can’t afford to lose a day’s pay."
“Then she should stop questioning my authority,” Jason said, straightening up.
“Where is the money going, and why hasn’t the school seen any improvement since you’ve been here?” Brice’s body stiffened.
Jason stood up slapping his hands together. “I have a substitute coming.” He moved over to lean on a three drawer file cabinet with his fist supporting his weight.
Brice looked at the shelf behind Jason’s desk. Silver frames held pictures of his wife and relatives. The secretary hugged up to him had private school graduating colors on. He presented himself as a family man who cared about Cody while he used stolen money to pay for his relative’s tuition to suburban schools. It proved she ran with him.
“She works today,” Brice said, focusing on Jason. “Or I call the crime stopper tip line.”
Jason gripped Brice’s shirt and ramped him against the door.
“Let me go,” Brice said, clutching Jason’s neck. Jason attempted to yank his arms away.
“Go to the devil,” Brice said, pressing Jason’s Adam apple. He had better back off. “Don’t think you’re going to get rid everyone you hate.”
Jason forced Brice’s hands down.
What kind of job is this? Brice thought. He should had been fired long time ago. Teachers avoided making waves. Margaret gossiped behind his back and did nothing.
“Take your trifling ass to class,” Jason said, fixing his T-shirt. You think Nachine is going let you put her grandson Arcadio away?”
“How do you know about that?” Brice asked. Jason was a lying bastard, which gave him a sense of lame authority.
“You keep your enemies close.”
“Jason shut your trash talking up,” Brice said, shaking his fist. “The crooked will fall,”
“They fall taking a lot of super fools with them,” Jason said.
“Margaret can stay. I’ll cancel the order for the sub,” Jason said, propping the door open with his foot. “And you’ll be dead before the next school year.”
Brice threw Jason’s stapler, knocking two pictures down. Jason ran towards the window.
“I’ll holler for the cops,” Jason said, snatching the latch off the window.
“Who’s running scared now?” Brice snatched open the door.
In the hallway Margaret waited by the trophy case, rolling her papers in her hand.
“It’s fine,” Brice said tightening his eyebrows. “Go back to class.
“Thanks,” Margaret said.
Jason was on his way out for the good of the students and the school. Brice demanded information and help. He’d contact Tammi in the Everett Building before joining up with Shawn. Jason had a haters there; she ranked number one. He needed to change the kids' minds and stop his neighbors for going after each other.
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