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His glasses were foggy, and I had a feeling I knew why I was being called in here. I’d been stupid. Out late and partying and ignoring my final exams. The same thing that I did every year. But this year was important. I’d been kicked out of my private school and the only school that would accept me was a public school, I didn’t have any other choices. My mom cringed at my behavior and hit the bottle. The same way that she always did whenever there was a crisis, and lately there’d been one too many.
I didn’t have brains like my sister. No, my only ticket out of my household and to get into college was football. It was what I lived and breathed for at the moment. And nothing was going to get in the way of those dreams. Even my finals.
“Sit down the pair of you,” he demanded as he shut the door behind us and I noticed that as she sat down, she clung on to her bag as if her life depended on it.
She wasn’t much to look at from the front but that ass…my head slanted to the side as I saw her ass perfectly squeezing on to the chair. Damn! I could sit back and watch that all day long.
“Stewart!”
Principal Hopkins reprimanded me as I completely lost focus while I kept thinking about her ass. I was more of a tits and eyes kind of guy, and her blue eyes sent me into a trance as she looked at me for a split second. I need to get more sleep, but with the noise in my house at times it’s impossible, so I stay out late pretending that none of it’s happening but then I’m not a great pretender at the best of times.
“Yes.”
He pointed to the chair, “I thought that I told you to sit down.”
I nodded like a good little choir boy.
“Sure.”
I took a seat as he took a deep breath and then adjusted his glasses, the silence in the room grew thicker. Just like my cock which needed to stop thinking about Ms. Johnson’s ass. Somehow, I managed to keep my face still at that thought. I definitely should get some points for that shit.
He opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish in a bowl, and instead of putting us out of our misery, he took off his glasses and then wiped them. I watched as he gently stroked the sides and then as he stared with a menacing air at the lenses. He was at the end of his tether with me, but I didn’t care. I was the quarterback, the star of the team and all I wanted to do was look at her. See if maybe she was thinking the same thing as me, or not?
I think the principal has the wrong job. He would be better as a police officer trying to get someone to confess to a crime. The antique clock chimed above his head. That was the only sound in the room and I hated the fact that he was trying to make us feel as if we were in an interrogation room or something. It didn’t work, anyway, because I was too caught up in making my hard-on go away, which I was failing at badly with the object of my dicks affection so close. I needed to concentrate on something else, even if it was only the clock above his head. Which was nowhere near her ass. Crap! I thought about it, and once again, I shifted in the chair trying to hide my discomfort from them both, and I decided that the only thing that would make it go away would be to think of math problems. But even that wasn’t working.
The principal put on his glasses and then his eyes shifted from me to her and then back to her and then me.
With an irritated sigh, he opened his mouth to speak but said nothing and I looked at her, and she met my gaze. I smiled, and she looked away. I was disappointed when she broke the spell that I created every single time a girl gazed into my glittering green eyes. I found myself even more disappointed when she didn’t return the smile.
Fuck!
When did I become such a dork? Wanting attention from a girl, wasn’t something that I’d ever felt before. Not once. I didn’t have to, they gave it to me before I could even think about it. Ever since I hit puberty, it was almost as if I’d become a magnet. One that attracted the opposite sex in a heartbeat.
“I have a confession to make,” she said, and it caught the principal’s attention and stopped the tense atmosphere which made time stand still and it felt as if, at some point, even the clock had gone mute. I hated coming in here, the threat of being kicked out of another school meant that my only future would be to stay at home. With my drunk mom.
Hell no!
‘Stewart, the rich quarterback love magnet.’ Everyone needed a nickname in high school, and that just happened to be mine. Not, ‘Stewart, the miserable kid with the alcoholic mom and cheating dad, who’d been kicked out of one too many schools.’
I was too popular and had too much cash to be labeled what I was behind closed doors. Everyone only saw what they wanted to see in high school at times; I wondered if it was a blessing or simply a curse.
“Yes, Ms. Johnson go on.”
He wasn’t cleaning his glasses now and his eyes pinned her to her chair with an intense gaze. His eyes were fixed on hers, and then it was as if a lightbulb went off over my head. I wondered, for a single second, if it was her? The girl from the closet! No, surely not, I would rem
ember, right? Then again, I’d been so focused on football and everything else lately, that maybe I just hadn’t noticed that her eyes were very similar to that girl’s. Maybe that was why I couldn’t be sure it was her.
But that girl’s hair had been blond, this girl’s hair was brown. I knew girls liked to dye their hair a lot now, but would she make such a change so quickly? Was it possible? She cleared her throat and that drew my attention back to reality.
Her eyes fluttered as she spoke. “I copied his paper during the math test. I know the reason that we’re here. And I’m the one that should be punished.”
Holy crap!
I understood exactly why we were here now. That math test a couple of days ago, right after that party, when the recruiter from the state university showed up with an offer I couldn’t refuse and had raised my hopes. I’d been too busy floating on air to really care about a stupid test.
“Stewart is it true?”
I opened my mouth, but then Mr. Hopkins answered for me.
