Dulce

“Things here will differ from anything you’re used to. You do not want to make an enemy out of me. I don’t give a single fuck about who your parents are. This is my house now. You’ll play by my rules, or you’ll face the consequences.”

Yada, yada, yada.

“Is that all?” I quirk my eyebrow.

He releases the papers, and I scan them.

“A map of campus. Your dorm information, classes, and key card. Your ID is your next stop over in Jackson Square. You’ll be excluded from classes today, but I expect you to be on time tomorrow, bright and early.”

He picks a pencil off the table and flips it around his fingers like I do with a knife.

I climb to my feet and grab my bag. “Yes, sir.”

The pencil snaps.

I turn and grin as I pull the door open and strut out of the room, his eyes once again burning a hole in the pleats of my skirt.