ALEXANDRIA
“Alexei Hyde?” a woman with a voluptuous body, wearing clothes that were definitely inappropriate for a learning institution, asked with an annoyed expression.
I pursed my lips and looked to see if I had gotten the room number correct. Yeah… this was the room written on the slip.
“Is this for detention?” I asked.
She sighed and pointed to her placecard on the table. Her name was written, and underneath it was her designation—Bianca Baby, School Disciplinarian.
I frowned for two reasons—her last name was Baby? And the school had a designated disciplinarian? They couldn’t get a regular teacher or guidance counselor to do it?
“Umm, yeah, I have detention.”
She narrowed her eyes and nodded sarcastically. “Yeah, I’m aware,” she said in a sweet, mocking tone. “You
