Lacey
“Hang on. She said what?”
We’re in the Town Car, on the way back from rehearsals. Fallon only laughs at the dismay in my tone. She might think it’s funny that my home ec teacher basically called me a harlot, but I don’t—especially not when she said it to my one and only role model. “There’s worse things than being called a troublemaker. I mean, she basically called Flint a man-whore.”
This, I’m less shocked to hear; all the female teachers and half the female students swoon over him on a daily basis, and I’ve sensed definite s****l tension between him and one or two of my female teachers. Still, Mr. Cooper looks pretty embarrassed. “I can’t believe she said that,” he moans, covering his face with his hands. “I never misled any of those—”
She’s not offended, I can tell; she see
