Amy Maxwell & the 7 Deadly Sins (The Amy Maxwell Series Book 2) by Heather Balog Page B
Authors: Heather Balog
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only is she manipulating her grades, she’s going to break this boy’s heart, something I won’t stand for.
“You,” I point to poor Taylor, “need to get home. You ,” I shove the paper at Allie, “need to do your own homework.”
Gulping visibly, Taylor clutches the book to his body. “Yes, ma’am,” he mutters while tucking his chin to his chest and throwing the bedroom door open. He stumbles into the hall, bumping into Lexie, who is suspiciously holding a glass in her left hand. She quickly sticks it behind her back and steps backwards toward her own bedroom.
“Lexie, please see our friend Mr . Taylor out,” I order with a glare as I slam the bedroom door shut.
Allie has already recovered from her momentary embarrassment and is scrunching up her face into a scowl. She has also crossed her arms over her chest and assumed a defiant stance.
“Well, Miss Maxwell…I am curious to hear why on Earth you thought any of that,” I wave around her room, “was going to be acceptable.”
“Sorry,” she remarks grumpily. “I didn’t know it was a crime to do your homework now.”
I roll my eyes at her and take a step forward. “Don’t bullshit a bull-shitter, Allie. I know exactly what was going on in here.”
“Just because he’s a boy doesn’t mean…” she scoffs, but I interrupt.
“Ha! You’re funny. That’s not even your worst offense right now. You know why I’m pissed off and it’s not just because he’s a boy. And he was in your bedroom.”
She blinks innocently at me. “Whatever do you mean?” I swear she flutters her lashes.
“Knock it off. That kind of acting might work with the poor unsuspecting kids in your school, but there’s no way I’m going to fall for that nonsense.”
“I don’t-”
“It’s not nice to use people!” I admonish. And then, I see her face crumple and her lip quiver.
Oh crap . Hysterical teenager alert!
I quickly try to switch up my tactic. “If you need help with school work, I’d rather you tell us instead of pretending everything’s fine and getting someone else to do your dirty work for you. We could have helped you,” I finish in a softer tone.
Roger had just mentioned one of Allie’s teachers had complimented her good grades thus far this year. Now I feel my spirits fall as I am realizing how she may have obtained those grades.
“Please! It’s not like you’re ever home anymore to help me!” Allie scoffs.
Those words slap me in the face, leaving a bitter sting.
“Well that’s no excuse to use somebody!” I shoot back, trying to keep my anger in check.
“It’s not like that!” Allie insists, flopping dramatically on her bed. “He was helping me! He really was!”
“Doing something for you isn’t helping you! You need to learn it. Do you want us to look into a tutor-”
“ Taylor was tutoring me,” Allie cuts me off. “But apparently that isn’t good enough for you either! Nothing I do is good enough for you!” She scoops up her stuffed animal “Lamby” and flings it at the door, narrowly missing my head.
“Allie! Cut it out! You cannot just have a temper tantrum when you get caught doing something you’re not supposed to.” With my hand on the doorknob I continue, “Now we will discuss this when your father gets home.”
I open the door and turn to leave the room when I hear Allie mutter under her breath, “Oh joy, a family meeting. It’s so nice of you to actually spend time with your family.”
I ignore her hostile words and close her door softly. As if the earlier events of the day were not enough to make me doubt going back to school, catching my daughter with a boy in her bedroom is certainly going to confirm it. I need to keep an eye on her 24/7 apparently, especially in light of that little incident with the motorcycle boy a few weeks ago.
Damn it. I forgot to tell Roger about that! He’s going to go through the roof.
I glance at the clock, wanting Roger to rush home ASAP. In fact, I have
“You,” I point to poor Taylor, “need to get home. You ,” I shove the paper at Allie, “need to do your own homework.”
Gulping visibly, Taylor clutches the book to his body. “Yes, ma’am,” he mutters while tucking his chin to his chest and throwing the bedroom door open. He stumbles into the hall, bumping into Lexie, who is suspiciously holding a glass in her left hand. She quickly sticks it behind her back and steps backwards toward her own bedroom.
“Lexie, please see our friend Mr . Taylor out,” I order with a glare as I slam the bedroom door shut.
Allie has already recovered from her momentary embarrassment and is scrunching up her face into a scowl. She has also crossed her arms over her chest and assumed a defiant stance.
“Well, Miss Maxwell…I am curious to hear why on Earth you thought any of that,” I wave around her room, “was going to be acceptable.”
“Sorry,” she remarks grumpily. “I didn’t know it was a crime to do your homework now.”
I roll my eyes at her and take a step forward. “Don’t bullshit a bull-shitter, Allie. I know exactly what was going on in here.”
“Just because he’s a boy doesn’t mean…” she scoffs, but I interrupt.
“Ha! You’re funny. That’s not even your worst offense right now. You know why I’m pissed off and it’s not just because he’s a boy. And he was in your bedroom.”
She blinks innocently at me. “Whatever do you mean?” I swear she flutters her lashes.
“Knock it off. That kind of acting might work with the poor unsuspecting kids in your school, but there’s no way I’m going to fall for that nonsense.”
“I don’t-”
“It’s not nice to use people!” I admonish. And then, I see her face crumple and her lip quiver.
Oh crap . Hysterical teenager alert!
I quickly try to switch up my tactic. “If you need help with school work, I’d rather you tell us instead of pretending everything’s fine and getting someone else to do your dirty work for you. We could have helped you,” I finish in a softer tone.
Roger had just mentioned one of Allie’s teachers had complimented her good grades thus far this year. Now I feel my spirits fall as I am realizing how she may have obtained those grades.
“Please! It’s not like you’re ever home anymore to help me!” Allie scoffs.
Those words slap me in the face, leaving a bitter sting.
“Well that’s no excuse to use somebody!” I shoot back, trying to keep my anger in check.
“It’s not like that!” Allie insists, flopping dramatically on her bed. “He was helping me! He really was!”
“Doing something for you isn’t helping you! You need to learn it. Do you want us to look into a tutor-”
“ Taylor was tutoring me,” Allie cuts me off. “But apparently that isn’t good enough for you either! Nothing I do is good enough for you!” She scoops up her stuffed animal “Lamby” and flings it at the door, narrowly missing my head.
“Allie! Cut it out! You cannot just have a temper tantrum when you get caught doing something you’re not supposed to.” With my hand on the doorknob I continue, “Now we will discuss this when your father gets home.”
I open the door and turn to leave the room when I hear Allie mutter under her breath, “Oh joy, a family meeting. It’s so nice of you to actually spend time with your family.”
I ignore her hostile words and close her door softly. As if the earlier events of the day were not enough to make me doubt going back to school, catching my daughter with a boy in her bedroom is certainly going to confirm it. I need to keep an eye on her 24/7 apparently, especially in light of that little incident with the motorcycle boy a few weeks ago.
Damn it. I forgot to tell Roger about that! He’s going to go through the roof.
I glance at the clock, wanting Roger to rush home ASAP. In fact, I have
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