Once we got back to school, Naomi didn't even bother to discuss the Chipotle situation. We just went through the rest of her class as if nothing had happened prior.

Soon the bell rang and everyone nearly murdered each other to get to their lockers and homes.

Except for me, I personally didn't care for the "1st place-man" crap. I personally just want to go home but not in a murderous way.

That's what my job's for.

I patiently waited for Naomi to get her stuff at her locker so we could leave together. She's actually tolerable compared to others I've dealt with in the past.

"So Esmeralda," she said as she closed her locker, "You know when you get your schedule we might not have the same schedule. So when that time comes, do you maybe wanna hangout sometime ?"

Her face was hesitant with her question; as if I was gonna flat out reject her on the spot.

I only smiled and replied "Sure, I don't see why not" Her face lit up and she smiled as we pushed through the front doors.

We were both laughing and chatting until I heard a familiar voice call out my name.

"ESME !!" The voice yelled out. I turned around to see Spits waiting for me; leaning against his cool guy Ferrari. Once again curtesy of SAAT.

"I think that man's calling you" stated Naomi.

"Ugh, that's Spits" I groaned softly to myself, "I have to go. See you tomorrow"

I walked off and went over towards Spits. Why the hell is he picking me up ?? We established I was supposed to take the bus.

"Well you seem cheery Esme" he laughed sarcastically.

"Oh shut up Spits" I swatted his jokes away from me.

He opened the doors and we both climbed right in. Slowly starting the engine, he brought out the "typical parent conversation"

"So how was school ?"

"School was school Spits"

"What about lunch? Where's my change ?"

"I had Chipotle and you know their prices."

"I guess that's understandable. Did you stay out of trouble ?"

"Yeaaaaah"

"What'd you do Esmeralda ?" Spits can read me like a damn book.

"I broke this guy's shit with a Tabasco bottle..."

Without looking away from the road he reached over and slapped my forehead. I crouched down and clutched my forehead. I could feel it stinging from his force.

"What the hell was that for ?!?" I screamed out. He reached over again but I quickly swatted him away.

"Every time you do something bad or cuss, you're gonna get hit Esmeralda"

"Fffuck you" I intimidated as he once again failed to slap me.

He was now showing less and less interest in me and more interest in another subject.

"Soooo, Esme look. We have a couple stop to make. We're gonna stop by HQ and get something straightened, then we're gonna get some ice cream ! Sounds good ? Okay good !" his voice rushing through the whole thing.

Uh-oh. Spits only took me for ice cream when he had something that would make me mad. The last time he took me for ice cream almost costed me a six month suspension from the company. Hey, I didn't know that the doctor would stab that shot right into my arm.

I tilted the passenger seat back; trying to relax before I got to the company.

Only God knows what awaits for me.