Interesting School Time Ahead

Maya's jaw clenched. Her fingers dug into the fabric of her designer skirt, and her voice dropped to a low, controlled whisper. "Honey," she said again, more pointed this time, "why didn't you tell me about this?"

Parker—calm as ever—finally looked up, raising a single eyebrow. "Since when do I report anything to you?" He blinked. "On what grounds, exactly?" He too was still processing how Cleopatra had worded it.

Damn.

Maya's face froze, caught between offended girlfriend and outraged queen bee. She looked around, luckily Parker's voice had been low for only thier table. Naomi practically wheezed behind her cup, while Cleopatra's smirk grew sharper, like a cat playing with a very angry mouse.

Cleopatra leaned back, crossing her arms. "Ouch. Seems like this whole honey thing is a little...one-sided, huh?"

That hit.