|Jason: Week Thirty-Two, Day Six|
Macy's draw dropped open. "You can't mean that!" she cried, taken a back by her twin's tone.
Lacie could see Macy hedging in her support of their evil stepmother and grinned evilly. "Yes?" she asked snidely. "Name the last time she came to visit!" she pressed.
"NAME IT!" Lacie snapped, shoving her sister.
Moudy grinned at his boy. "Come eat before the school bus comes."
Moudy chuckled, ruffling his hair before taking the serving platter to the fridge.
"Fine. Whatever!" her sister pouted. "Are you going to cry about it?"
"How long are you going to do this?" she asked softly.
Jeremy shrugged. "I dunno. You're twitching," he whispered back, glancing down at the pencil she was tapping against table. "You usually do that when you're worried."
Lacie immediately put her hand down on the pencil, stopping it's motion. She smiled brightly. "I'm fine," she assured him. "Couldn't be better!"
"Alright," Jeremy said doubtfully, turning back to his schoolwork.
The ringing bell announced the lunch hour.
"We'll finish this exercise after lunch!" their teacher yelled above the rustling paper and the chair legs scraping against the floor as the teens rushed from the room.
Lacie smiled, fluttering her lashes and tucking her hair behind her ear. "I just wanted to say 'thank you' for checking on me in class," she said sweetly.
Jeremy flushed. "No problem," he told her, lowering his voice. "I know it's probably been hard at home," he added, alluding to her dad's scandal and subsequent divorce.
Macy rushed to her twin's side and tugged on her arm. "Just ignore him, Lacie! He doesn't know what he's talking about!" She glared at Austin.
Austin's hand lifted to his cheek, covering the mark. "I'm telling!" he growled, pushing past her and hurrying to the classroom.
"Can we go today?" Jackson begged.
Jackson was already shaking his head. "Not on a school night. Maybe this weekend," he promised.
"Is Mom gonna come?" he asked.
Before buying The Hideout, Moudy would've said yes in a heartbeat, but Liz was really determined to make the bar a rousing success.
"Here you go!" she said brightly, pouring the drinks with a relish before putting it on the bar for the group. "Enjoy!"
She'd found her true calling!
As if he didn't have enough troubles, he thought tiredly. Now he had to worry about Lacie. He'd been in the locker room when he finally checked his messages and saw the voicemail from the principal. He shouldn't have been surprised to hear that Lacie had slapped a boy in her class, but he had been, nonetheless. For punishment, she was going to have to serve a week's worth of after-school detention.
He shut his eyes and made a bee-line to his car.
Snap! Paparazzi!, he thought sourly, turning towards the voice. "No comment," he said tersely.