clear path to the car. The NYPD kept the crowd at bay, but I was pretty sure the number of people had tripled out there since I’d last checked. Nathan led the way to the car with a tight grip on my hand. Once we were seated inside, I just stared out the window in awe.
“How do they do that? Ask so many questions at once? So pushy.” I shook my head in disbelief. “And my god, I’ve seen celebrity buzz in the city before, but this is absolute madness. This is some Backstreet/*NSYNC fandom BS right here.” I scoffed, still fixated on all the people.
We made it to Emma’s school, and it was an absolute circus. The police and school security were trying to get a handle on things, but that didn’t matter. I was livid. “They’re all over my kid’s school!” I screeched out, causing the driver to jump and tap the brakes.
“Sorry, sorry,” I apologized. “Shit, Nathan. Me, I’m okay with it. I know I can ignore it, but she’s nine. I—”
“I understand.” He interrupted me with a kiss on my forehead and took my hand.
“I’ll wait here if you want. The driver is security as well. He can walk you in if you’d prefer.”
“I don’t know. What do you think? I really don’t know.” I breathed out. There was a knock at the window and I jumped, letting out a small yelp. The driver got out and barreled his way around to my side of the car. I heard him conversing loudly, then he knocked on the window. I cracked it open.
“Mr. Harper, he says he’s the principal.”
“Move out of the way, please. Let her see him.”
I looked through the blacked out tint and saw Cal Hopper.
“Yeah, that’s him. Let him in please.” I scooted over closer to Nathan as Cal climbed into the car.
“Cal, I am so sorry about all this,” I began.
“Jordan, please, no need to apologize. You know some of the children that attend here have prominent parents. We’re accustomed to these situations and it’s in the process of being handled. I apologize that the mess wasn’t cleaned up prior to your arrival.” He nodded to Nathan. “Mr. Harper.” He held his hand out to shake Nathan’s.
“Mr. Hopper.” Nathan nodded as they shook hands.
“Please, call me Cal.”
“Cal, I’m Nathan. Pleasure, sir.”
“Anyhow, Jordie.” Cal turned his face to me. “When Ms. Rachel called to check in on Emma she informed me of your plans to take Emma out of school for a week or so until this blows over. It’s not my intention to interfere with your parental guidance, but I may have a better suggestion. Pulling her out of her usual environment may cause her hostility towards you and Nathan here. I’ve called for triple security and can arrange for a car to pick Emma and Brandon next door up in the morning so she doesn’t feel isolated.”
The driver knocked and Cal cracked the window.
“Everything is under control out here, sir.”
“Thank you.” He closed the window. “Shall we take this to my office?” He opened the door.
Nathan exchanged words with the driver and they nodded to one another. He took my hand and we followed Cal inside.
“This is private property, Jordan,” Cal said. “They’re not permitted on school grounds and anyone—and I mean anyone—who violates those rules will be arrested for trespassing.”
“Thank you, Cal.” We walked through the small front office and sat in front of his desk.
“Please give me one moment to have Ms. Allen collect Emma for us,” he said and walked out of the room.
When he reentered moments later, he took a seat behind his oversized desk and folded his hands. “Jordie, please, I hope you’ll think about not removing Emma from school. In my experience, it isn’t the best route to take.”
“That’s fine. As long as she’s comfortable with the situation and will be protected, I’m okay with her staying.”
“Mommy!” I heard Emma squeal and I turned around to see her running into the office.
“Honey, are you all right?” I gave her a good once
“How do they do that? Ask so many questions at once? So pushy.” I shook my head in disbelief. “And my god, I’ve seen celebrity buzz in the city before, but this is absolute madness. This is some Backstreet/*NSYNC fandom BS right here.” I scoffed, still fixated on all the people.
We made it to Emma’s school, and it was an absolute circus. The police and school security were trying to get a handle on things, but that didn’t matter. I was livid. “They’re all over my kid’s school!” I screeched out, causing the driver to jump and tap the brakes.
“Sorry, sorry,” I apologized. “Shit, Nathan. Me, I’m okay with it. I know I can ignore it, but she’s nine. I—”
“I understand.” He interrupted me with a kiss on my forehead and took my hand.
“I’ll wait here if you want. The driver is security as well. He can walk you in if you’d prefer.”
“I don’t know. What do you think? I really don’t know.” I breathed out. There was a knock at the window and I jumped, letting out a small yelp. The driver got out and barreled his way around to my side of the car. I heard him conversing loudly, then he knocked on the window. I cracked it open.
“Mr. Harper, he says he’s the principal.”
“Move out of the way, please. Let her see him.”
I looked through the blacked out tint and saw Cal Hopper.
“Yeah, that’s him. Let him in please.” I scooted over closer to Nathan as Cal climbed into the car.
“Cal, I am so sorry about all this,” I began.
“Jordan, please, no need to apologize. You know some of the children that attend here have prominent parents. We’re accustomed to these situations and it’s in the process of being handled. I apologize that the mess wasn’t cleaned up prior to your arrival.” He nodded to Nathan. “Mr. Harper.” He held his hand out to shake Nathan’s.
“Mr. Hopper.” Nathan nodded as they shook hands.
“Please, call me Cal.”
“Cal, I’m Nathan. Pleasure, sir.”
“Anyhow, Jordie.” Cal turned his face to me. “When Ms. Rachel called to check in on Emma she informed me of your plans to take Emma out of school for a week or so until this blows over. It’s not my intention to interfere with your parental guidance, but I may have a better suggestion. Pulling her out of her usual environment may cause her hostility towards you and Nathan here. I’ve called for triple security and can arrange for a car to pick Emma and Brandon next door up in the morning so she doesn’t feel isolated.”
The driver knocked and Cal cracked the window.
“Everything is under control out here, sir.”
“Thank you.” He closed the window. “Shall we take this to my office?” He opened the door.
Nathan exchanged words with the driver and they nodded to one another. He took my hand and we followed Cal inside.
“This is private property, Jordan,” Cal said. “They’re not permitted on school grounds and anyone—and I mean anyone—who violates those rules will be arrested for trespassing.”
“Thank you, Cal.” We walked through the small front office and sat in front of his desk.
“Please give me one moment to have Ms. Allen collect Emma for us,” he said and walked out of the room.
When he reentered moments later, he took a seat behind his oversized desk and folded his hands. “Jordie, please, I hope you’ll think about not removing Emma from school. In my experience, it isn’t the best route to take.”
“That’s fine. As long as she’s comfortable with the situation and will be protected, I’m okay with her staying.”
“Mommy!” I heard Emma squeal and I turned around to see her running into the office.
“Honey, are you all right?” I gave her a good once
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