Chapter 7

Felicia was so shocked that she dropped her phone. "Mr. Hoole?" She hurriedly ushered the women out the door. "I must've made a mistake. This is my cousin who's staying over for a bit. We were drinking and playing truth or dare." She offered them some cheese and fruit. "Please don't mention this to anyone, okay?"

The women took the offerings and walked away, saying, "Sure, we won't say a word." Before they even rounded the corner, they huddled together. "Wasn't that the art teacher who lives nearby?"

"I think it was! She said his name too."

"That art teacher's last name is definitely Hoole."

I leaned against the wall, smirking at Felicia. "See? You only made things worse for yourself," I taunted.

Felicia glared at me resentfully. "Why is it Mr. Hoole in bed? I saw you drink the milk with my own eyes." Her voice grew shrill. "Why weren't you the one in the bed?!"

I sneered back. "What would you have done if I had been in bed? Were you planning on 'catching me in the act?' Felicia,