Victory RUN: Collected Victory RUN 1, 2, 3 by Devon Hartford

Author:Devon Hartford [Hartford, Devon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00MTB5RFQ
Publisher: Devon Hartford
Published: 2014-08-16T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 64

VICTORY

“So, Ms. Payne,” Kellan says sarcastically while reading from a paper on a clipboard, “it says on your job application that you’ve been playing guitar for a long time. Can you specify an exact number of years?”

We sit in one of the lesson rooms. There are two practice amps on the floor, a computer and speakers in the corner, swiveling office chairs, sound baffles on the walls, and various rock and roll posters. Overhead, a fluorescent rectangle lights the room. Even in this crappy lighting, Kellan is incredibly gorgeous.

I frown and roll my eyes, “Does it matter? You’ve seen me play.”

He chuckles, “I need to know how many years. There’s a box for it right here on the interview paperwork.”

“I don’t know. Forever?” I grumble. “Is that long enough?”

He jots something down on the clipboard, saying it out loud as he writes it, “For-ev-er. Good. Thank you, Ms. Payne.”

“Quit calling me Ms. Payne,” I groan.

“That’s your name, isn’t it?” he asks seriously.

“Yeah.” Despite my irritation, the corner of my mouth lifts with mild amusement. I can’t help it. Kellan’s snooty professor behavior is funny. “So is Victory.”

“Can you spell that?” he quips.

“Isn’t it on the paperwork right in front of you?”

“The paper is smudged. I need you to spell it.” He gives me a serious look.

I stand up so I can see what’s on his clipboard, but he flattens it against his chest, hiding the paper.

He says, “No fair peeking.”

I plop back down in the chair. “Fine,” Rapid fire, I say, “V-I-C-T-O-R-Y.”

He frowns, sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth, and in slow motion says, “Vee. Eye. Cee—wait. Can you repeat that?”

I shake my head, smiling slightly against my will, and groan, “You know how to spell it.”

He looks up and levels a serious look at me, “If you can’t be patient with me, how can you possibly expect me to believe you’ll be patient with the students?” He arches his brows confrontationally.

“Ahhh!” I huff. “V. I. C. You still with me?”

“Yes, Ms. Payne. Please continue.”

“T. O.”

“I’m sorry,” he holds up a stop sign hand, “Where does the T go? After the C or before it?”

I fold my arms across my chest, but I can’t help smiling, “You know!”

“Indulge me, Ms. Payne,” he says seriously.

“The T goes after the C. You ready for the next letter? This one goes after the T.”

“Are you getting flip with me, Ms. Payne?”

“Stop calling me that!” I giggle.

“What comes after the T again?”

“O, R, Y! O, R, Y!” I’m laughing completely against my will.

“Are, Why. Got it.” He looks up at me like he’s accomplished something significant. “Oh, wait. Whoops. I think I put in one to many Ohs.” He turns over his ball point pen and tries erasing with the cap. “Hmm, that doesn’t work.”

“It’s a pen! It doesn’t erase!” I’m laughing freely now.

“Ms. Payne, if you can’t demonstrate a professional attitude during the interview, I really don’t think you can be expected to deal with the children.”

“Kill me now!” I laugh.

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