Chapter 222- Almost Meeting My Ancestors
LOGAN'S POV
"Same question I wanted to ask her," Tyler said casually from beside me.
I froze.
Wait—what?
Did he just—
I didn't even have enough time to process what he'd said before Ms. Agnes began stammering like a broken speaker.
"Uhhhj… uhhh…"
I raised a brow and gave her a slow, mocking smirk. "Uhhh? Uhhh?" I repeated, mimicking her in a fake high-pitched tone. "Really helpful response, Miss."
Her head dipped instantly, like she was ashamed. Good.
But I knew it wasn't guilt. It was fear. She couldn't suspend me, and she knew it. She couldn't even talk tough like she does with regular students. Her hands were tied because my Dad basically funded nearly half of the damn school.
Too bad for her.
She managed a weak smile. "I'm so sorry," she said, glancing at me. "I'll… I'll learn to mind my business from now on."
Neither of us replied. Not Tyler. Not me. We just stared straight ahead like she was invisible.