I don't pay attention to our principal as he wears out the carpet in his office, pacing.
There are a lot of things going through my mind at the moment.
I can still see Miss Paloma's boobs sticking out of her dress and our principals male organ dangling out of his pants.
Well not now. I shudder a little. I mean in my mind. Paloma shuffled out of here minutes ago and Mr. Gregory is still pacing.
He's a broad man. Not traditionally handsome but handsome nonetheless. Tall, Chiseled features and a double chin.
Back to more important matters.
Why would Trevor take a picture of that mess when I'd rather forget it?
Oh Golly Gosh Gumdrops! Don't tell me Trevs has some irrational, crazy, totally inappropriate crush on Paloma and is hoarding pictures of her.
I shudder again and immediately dismiss the idea. Trevor is way out of Miss Paloma's league.
I'm drawn out of my mind by someone clearing their throat. It's Mr 'Can't keep it in my pants long enough to make sure the door is locked'.
"Why are you three in my office?"
"Well..."
"You see..."
Tyler and I stutter.
"Stop. Just... enough." Mr. Gregory seriously looks like he wants to kill us and dump us in the ocean if his facial expression is anything to go by.
"We're so sorry." I hurry to apologize. "You see this is all our history teacher, Mr. Watterson's fault. Yeah, if...if he didn't send us here we wouldn't have walked in on you two. The guy can't take a joke. He's like a vampire I tell you, you can't get a read on his feels. I thought he was chill. I mean do you know how many octaves his voice went just cause we--"
I was caught off from my rambling thank goodness. I could barely get a breath in.
"That's enough Miss-" He waited for me to supply my name.
"Connors, Sir. Sydney Connors."
I look to my left and frown at Trevor who's still on his phone. Seconds later I and Tyler's phones buzz with incoming texts.
I whip out my phone from my leather jacket and see it's from Trev. I almost drop my phone when I saw the pics he sent but remembered I couldn't afford to get a new one or have it fixed.
"Are you seriously sending me these." I glare at him accusingly. He'd better have a good rea... No a great reason for this.
Mr. Gregory snatched my phone and looked faint when he saw the picture. He then had it it a cobra-like grip. My heart missed a beat.
Like all stereotypical teenagers I can't live without one.
"Let's not do anything too crazy..." I eye the hands squeezing the life out of my phone and suddenly see a band on his finger.
It's a wedding band. I gasp and say the only words that come to my mind.
"You're married to Miss Paloma!!!"
My knees buckle and my legs threaten to give up on me. Tyler leads me to a chair in front of our principal's office desk.
"Are you okay, Syd?" He places the back of his palm on my forehead.
"I think I'm coming down with something."
"You can't be blind. Can you?" I look my seemingly normal Principal up and down. "Maybe visually impaired sometimes? You look competent but then again you left the door unlocked while getting head."
I'm in so much shock that I don't remember I'm not supposed to talk to the man who could actually do damage on my permanent record like this.
"One night stand maybe but wife! Are you off your rocker?"
Trust me I'm not exaggerating. Miss Paloma's sour. Sour as a lemon, she's always got something stuck up her ass and she absolutely hates kids. It can't possibly be only me right?
She's like a manic mouth off machine. I've been on the receiving end one too many times of her attitude.
"Stop slouching. Sit up straight. Head up, Chin out. You should at least act like a lady."
"Where'd you get your shirt? The dumpster. Don't bother coming in here again with your clothes all covered in your lunch." I just had a pizza.
"Don't chew gum here. It's not allowed." Yet she's making hella annoying noises with hers.
"Drag your feet again and I'm confiscating those boots."
"Are you wearing your clothes the wrong way? Or don't you know where your face is? Your face cap shouldn't be placed backwards." I rolled my eyes and changed it's position. "or sideways."
"You need a haircut. Your hair's too long." I'd rather cut my toes off.
That vile, vile woman. She's crazy I tell you. Absolutely nuts. My hair's the perfect length. I mean it's not even butt length.
And I've been to the reception three times. Three. All Today. I'm never coming here again.
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