Chapter 31 - My son is not a bully.
Chapter 31 - My son is not a bully.
"Mrs. Levetté ?" Principal Meredith Gordon stood up to greet the two parents but she was usually used
to meeting just one.
"It's Ms. McCarthy." She said softly shaking the woman's hand.
"Oh my apologies I just thought Leondre Levetté so...anyways you must be Mr. Levetté." She said
softly. Andre gave her a small smile as they comfortably sat down. The woman wore a grey skirt with a
matching blazer. Wrinkled skin indicating her being in her old age. She had her spectacles right below
her nose making her a tad bit intimidating to Della, Andre wasn't even concussed he just wanted to
know why they had been called there and a bigger part of him was glad that he got to see Adela; he
missed her so much.? There were multiple awards and trophies that sat proudly in case behind her
desk. As well as the fall of the United States of America. She had many pictures plastered around her
spacious office, many of which included her awarding kids or herself being given awards and others of
herself standing with the very first black president of the USA, Obama. She was quite an admirable
being of course this was the Principal of Roosevelt International Private school.
"Thank you for coming on short notice." She said sitting down on her leather seat. Andre seemed
arrogantly bored to death but he was here... he wanted to prove to Adela that he would always be there
for his son like the good father he should be even if they weren't on good terms.
"May we now know why we are here ?" Andre bluntly replied making Adela to stomp his feet under the
mahogany desk.
"Mr. Levetté I understand you are a well known personnel but that will not benefit your son in any way
concerning this matter so please respect me and I will respect you." Principal Gordon said intently
almost making Andre curse under his breath.
"Your son told another one of our pupil that his grandfather was going to snap his neck and feed him to
the vultures." She explained and Della gasped.
"What ?" She gulped.
"Not only that apparently your son has been making deadly threats towards other kids. He said his
grandfather would teach him how to shoot at a shooting range that he owned and he would come to
school and shoot anyone who disrespected him." She added making Della's mouth to even fall agape.
Andre sat there uncomfortably trying to digest what this woman was telling him.
"My baby would never say such a thing, Mrs. Gordon this has to be a mistake !" Della said forcefully.
"I understand that he must act like an innocent six year old in front of you both but-" She was
immediately cut off.
"What are you implying Mrs. Gordon ?" Andre sharply breathed in.
"With the amount of school shootings happening in the United States of America and the reputation
that our school holds, this is a precaution we should take-" She paused.
"Please just give him a warning! I will talk to him." Adela begged she felt ebony angry with Garreth.
This was all her fault for letting her son hang out with a cynical person like him. He was an amazing
father but his personality was too blunt for a child like Leo.
"Ms. McCarthy, if this matter was being taken lightly you would be in the HOD's office. I don't
specifically deal with my student’s matters but I was pressured into dealing with this one because kids
are refusing to come to school because they fear your son." Mrs. Gordon added nonchalantly.
"My son is not a bully!!" Adela was now clearly fuming but Andre took this opportunity to hold her hand
softly she calmed down. She had always found comfort in him once upon a time, she didn't flinch, he
was glad.
"Andre are you just going to sit here and do nothing?" She yelled.
"Ms. McCarthy your son poses as a threat and you are well aware that-" Mrs. Gordon was immediately
cut off.
"I'M NOT SPENDING $650 EVERY FUCKING TERM NOT TO MENTION THE LITTLE EXPENSES
THAT YOU ALWAYS ADDING ONTO IT SUCH AS KARATE CLASSES AND WHAT NOT SO YOU
CAN TELL ME THIS BULLSHIT." Della yelled.
"Ms. McCarthy calm down." Ms. Gordon said in a relaxed tone. "If this is the sort of environment your
son is accustomed to then I clearly understand why your son would act the way he does. He is clearly
not in a stable home and he is finding it difficult to adapt with other pupils who are in happy homes."
Andre relaxed in his seat and kept Adela calm by rubbing soft circles on Adela's hand with his thumb. It
always soothed her more than?soothe it made her all hot and bothered.
"When your son was accepted into RPS, we had an interview with you about his living state as well as
your relationship with the father at which you said he wasn't in the picture." Mrs. Gordon added.
"Leondre is one of our best and promising pupils, it honestly upsets me that this is the mentality he is
starting to have perhaps it's the place he is living-"
"Leo is perfectly fine where he is. It's done what we need right now is to look for a solution." Andre
muttered as he gave Adela's hand a squeeze.
"He needs therapy." The principal said quickly.
"Excuse me?" Della sneered with disgust.
"He needs to talk to someone and I need to have a report on my desk from his therapist so I won't
issue him a suspension letter. There are many schools around unfortunately not as good as ours." She
said arrogantly.
"Consider it done, Leo will have a personal therapist right in his home." Andre said clearing his throat.
"In Brooklyn?" She raised her eyebrow.
"No, i will have you know that Leondre deserves to stay in this school as much as any other kids here.
His mother works twice as hard so that he can be here and he is a Levetté. Leondre comes from a very
respectable home. I wouldn't want my mother or father putting any bad publicity on your school.
Imagine the headlines, Racism upon Latino women from the so called Roosevelt International Private
school." Andre added the principal flinched in her seat.
"What are you implying Mr. Levetté ?" She said rolling her eyes.
"Nothing, I'm just saying kicking my son out of this school for petty accusations isn't going to do you
any good." He smirked. Adela relaxed she felt relieved that Andre had it under control. People always
judged her because she was Latino before she even said a word.
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"You need to speak to your father." Andre said almost a whisper. His eyes had been focused on the
road, she was focused on the images the passed them as the car went at a certain speed. Alot was on
her mind.
"It's not entirely his fault." Della replied turning to at her ex-husband who gave her a short glance
before turning his eyes back on the road.
"Fine, i will speak to him then-" Andre said nonchalantly.
"My father is not the influence that Leo has. You are one of them and Luc, don't act like you don't watch
action movies around him because I never do that!" Della grumbled.
"That was only once okay? Besides your father is creepy." Andre muttered.
"Andre, what's wrong with you? If there is anyone who is a threat towards me or my son... it's your
mother!"
"That's why I cut all ties with her, but your father on the other hand is just shady. Firstly does he really
get the money that he had from having forty percent of shares in the Ritz-Carlton Hotel or his other
businesses. He is one of the most wealthy men and I don't understand where he made all that money?
Did his ancestors get land in Africa during colonialism or what?" Andre ranted.
"I don't know, you should ask him yourself!" She said bitterly crossing her arms.
"Don't be mad?mon coeur,?I was kidding." He smirked.
"Whatever, i just want to get home." She grumbled, Andre had specifically taken the long route just saw
he could have more time with her. They hardly saw each other anymore and after their last encounter,
he couldn't get her off his mind. He was glad had could still make her feel the way he did that day. The
radio was playing lowly, the next song that came on startled both of them but a small smile made its
way on Andre's lips.
"I'll always look back as?I?walk away."
"This memory will last for eternity and all of our sins will be lost in the rain-"
"When?I?find my way back, into your arms again..."
"But until that day you know you are, the Queen of my heart."
"The queen of heart."
"Our wedding song." Andre muttered, Della blushed as the song by Westlife played. She didn't know
what to say but above all it seemed like fate was playing tricks with her. She remembered their first
dance as bride and groom. Andre was well aware that Westlife was her favorite boy-band but sadly the
band had broken up but he still insisted on hiring Shane Filan to sing this song on their wedding. She
almost cried, everyone was in awe. Della even got the opportunity to talk to Shane Filan who once was
the lead singer of Westlife. Brian McFadden recorded a video that was played at the reception where
he congratulated the couple and wished them the best in their marriage while also apologizing for the
fact that he couldn't make it. Surely it was the best gift anyone could have ever given her, her husband
did this and in that moment she knew this was the man she wanted to share her dreams with.
"Yeah." She replied letting out a sigh.
"You are the Queen of my heart."
"No matter how?many?years it takes."
"I would do it all for you."
"The Queen of my heart."
Awkward silence embraced the moment as the song ended. Andre knew that they were both thinking
about it but he wasn't going to push it. He didn't want to force himself on her, he knew she loved him
and eventually they would be back together once he had worked hard to restore her trust.
"I will speak to my father about this." She said when the car came to a halt. He looked at her with
adoration, she always had this glow about her. This look he gave her made her heart flatter savagely.
"Okay, mon amour." He said softly letting his hand run circles on her. She felt herself clench her vaginal
walls just at the contact.
"Uhm yeah-" She said avoiding eye contact but most of her she was shot of words. He gave her a
heart-warming smile, which made her heart do somersaults. He licked his lower lip.
"I should go." She said diffidently. His blue orbs fluttered at her as he acknowledged what she had just
said. A part of her didn't want to leave the car, a part of her felt thirst for him. It was purely sexual, she
thought. She eyed the way his tie was undone, the bulge in his pants didn't go unnoticed... there was
clearly sexual tension. They stared at each other like poles of magnets in a trance. His hand moved to
her thigh initiating the first move. She quietly moaned at the action. It wouldn't be the first time they had
sex in the car, they looked at each other with hunger. Della was frustrated, with everything going on
around her.
"Della, come here." Andre muttered so much as a command indicating that she must move over to his
seat. At that money Della knew she had to make a choice. It was surely one she would regret because
at that moment lust was the only thing on her mind but most of all it felt right to both of them.
"Don't make me hit the steering wheel like-" She giggled as she removed her seat belt. "I know, i know
just like in Venice." He smiled pulling her towards him, she comfortably straddled him. He pulled his
seat down, they both knew exactly what they were about to do in this moment it would either ruin them
and make whatever they once shared much stronger.
"And Paris…" She added as he pressed his lips on hers.
He smiled pulling her towards him, she comfortably straddled him. He pulled his seat down, they both
knew exactly what they were about to do in this moment would either ruin them and make whatever
they once shared much stronger.
"And Munich." She added as he pressed his lips on hers.
Della put her legs on either side of Andre's seat as they kissed softly but with emergency. He let his
hands travel to her butt, softly squeezing it. He couldn't only think about how much he missed her in
every manor... emotionally and physically. She let out a soft moan everytime he touched her, it felt like
her skin burned with need. His lips were soft and they both moved in rhythm. Andre's hands traveled
under her dress making her whimper with need. Her hands ran through his blonde locks earning a
growl from him. She grinned hips against his already built up tent. She helped him unbuckle his belt,
the windows were tinted and there was a lot of steam in the car. Della wasn't thinking straight all she
knew was that she needed a good lay from her ex husband. She was about to put her hands in his
boxers when there was an audible knock from the window.
"Fuck." Andre cursed as he brought his lips on her again while holding her hips firmly against him. The
person persisted again. They couldn't quite see who it was but it looked like a tall figure in black. It was
already dark and it wouldn't be safe to just open the door.
"Andre-" Della moaned when he bit on her lower lip.
"Adela McCarthy." The person yelled still knocking on the window.
"For fucks sake." Andre growled breaking away from Della.
Her cheeks flushed, clearly embarrassed that someone had been watching them and still was so she
lowered her dress and went back in her seat. She fixed her hair and sat steadily trying to look normal.
Andre lowered the drivers window only to review his father in low.
"Oh, i thought that was you." Garreth chuckled. Andre rolled his eyes then looked back to Della giving
her the 'I told you, your dad was a weirdo' look.
"Dad…" Della frowned. "What are you doing here?"
"Leo and I were just coming from the hotel when he told me that this car looked like his dad's car so I
told him to run up to the apartment... not wanting him to see his parents doing the Frick frank and
acting like immature teenagers." Garreth said thoughtfully.
"Oh yeah, did you also tell him that you would snap someone's head?" Andre asked sarcastically.
"I will speak to him." Della laid her hand on Andre's to calm him down. "Thanks for the ride." She said
exiting the car. Andre didn't say any other word.
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"Leo almost got suspended." Della told her father.
"What are you trying to say? That am not a good boy ?" He questioned crossing his arms.
"What?" Della said clearly confused. "Are you trying to say that I'm not a good boy?" Garreth said
crossing his arms.
"You are acting really immature right now." Della said idly walking away.
"Answer my question Adela!!" Garreth yelled.
"You need to stop telling my son inappropriate things otherwise it's best if you don't see him." Della said
without a second thought. Garreth was fuming with anger.
"I thought Spencer said you thought I was a good boy?" Garreth said with a shrill.
"Spencer?" Adela questioned.
"I'M A GOOD BOY." Garreth yelled.
"Leo is in his room right now, you are just making unnecessary ruckus." Adela said walking away from
him while removing her ear rings
"NO NO NO NO NO, DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME. I AM A GOOD BOY. I AM A GOOD BOY."
Garreth yelled closing his ears. Della looked at him in disbelief, what the hell was he doin? That's when
Leo came out giving his mom a look of assurance.
"Mom, just tell him he is a good boy." Leo said walking away to the kitchen, grabbing orange juice.
"What?" Della gulped.
"Grandpa is kind of not okay." Leo whispered. "Just tell him."
"Uhm Dad you-" she paused looking at Leo to make sure she was saying the right thing. "You are a
good boy."
"REALLY?" Garreth asked seeming to calm down.
"Yes." Leo added. His mother was still trying to understand what was going on.
"Uhm-" Della stopped. "Dad, I will just need to tuck Leo in bed… give me a few minutes." She said
avoiding his gaze. "Why don't you take a seat?" She said persuasively. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.
"Mom-" Leo whined.
"Let's go Leo, it's time for your bed time." Della pulled Leo away.
"It's friday and that means I have no bedtime!" Leo said as a matter of fact.
"LEO LET'S GO!" She said through gritted teeth.