Chapter 20
ALEX: You look hot in that pants thing, Miss Stiles.
EMILIA: It’s called a jumpsuit, and OMG don’t text me like that when we’re on school property!
ALEX: Text you like what, Miss Stiles? Your students are busy doing a super important bullshit theatre exercise, so they have no idea I’m texting you about your jumpsuit.
Did you wear it specifically because you thought it would make it harder for me to access what’s underneath?
Because you should know that a) I am actually capable of restraining myself in public and b) I have experience with getting women out of every imaginable type of clothing, so nice try.
EMILIA: This was a terrible mistake.
ALEX: The jumpsuit or having me here? Because asking Alex Vega to help with a theatre production is never a mistake. Jumpsuits are tricky but manageable.
EMILIA: It is awfully cute how seriously they’re taking this exercise, though.
ALEX: Well, now you’re going to have to go sit in the corner for calling my theatre exercises “cute.”
EMILIA: Calm down - I said the kids are cute. Not your bullshit theatre exercise.
ALEX: Well, it’s the only one I can remember that doesn’t involve talking. They’re actually only supposed to have a few minutes to silently draw five things they love about Christmas, but if I can keep them quiet for ten minutes while texting you, then fuck yeah theatre, am I right?
EMILIA: Yes. But I’m putting my phone away now.
ALEX: Bah. Humbug.