Uncle Wes sat at the end grading some papers when the Cedric, Jack and I walked in. He looked up.
"Ah, the young rascals." He smirked, adjusting his glasses, as we each took a seat in front of his desk.
"I trust you all had a wonderful night," he said.
"It was fairly uneventful." I shrugged.
"Kind of," Cedric muttered, a scowl visible on his face.
"Still angry with your mother?" Uncle Wes raised his eyebrows at the blonde.
"Well, she isn't giving me a choice, Mr. Allen," Cedric retorted.
"Just find a way to patch things up and settle things with her." Uncle Wes sighed. "I don't understand why she doesn't like Jack in the first place."
"Beats me," Cedric snorted.
"Speaking of whom." Uncle Wes faced Jack. "I trust you had a good night yourself."
"I wish." Jack cringed, his blue eye
