The Principal's Son

3. Detention

I walked in, and Wadden made a sound of disgust.

"And what took you so long to get here?" Wadden said, getting up and walking over to me.

"Why does it matter? It honestly isn't any of your business."

"You think I won't snitch?"

"You better not. I will kill you."

"Well, that won't stop me," Wadden said, pushing me.

I decided that it was best if I kept my hands to myself. So I sat down near where I suppose Mrs. Beth would be sitting.

"Oh, now you don't want this smoke." He said, standing in front of the desk I am sitting at.

Suppose he stayed quiet and never spoke. We would get along better. He seemed sweet caring when he smiled at me from across the room. But like I had said and will say until the day we both graduate, he had to open his mouth.

"Do you have friends?" I asked, looking up at him.

I wanted to get to know him better. So I asked the question. I didn't mean to be rude, but I don't think he got the memo, much like Samantha.

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Wadden

After my last period, I went to my mom's office; history had finished. I needed to tell her about the girl I am tutoring.

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When I saw her in precalculus, I couldn't help but smile. She was just beautiful. She wasn't much shorter than me. I am 6'2 while she is only 5'8 to 5'9. She reminded me of rich dark chocolate; everything about her was luscious. Everything except the way she talked reminded me so much of myself it was sickening.

We both have the same uptight attitude, and unlike others, she won't go down without a fight. It's cute.

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"Will is my mom here?" I asked Mr. Jensen.

"She's in a meeting right now. Would you like to leave a message for her?"

"Please do."

"What would you like it to say, Wadden?" He said, pulling out a notepad and pen.

"Hey, mom, I got detention today after school in Mrs. Beth's room, so can you get that appealed for me? I'll go; can you take it off my record? Thanks."

"Anything else?"

"Yes, one more thing. Oh, and also, Mrs. Beth has insisted I tutor this new girl in my precalculus class, so ill be bringing her over after school, okay? I'd rather her not have to walk, so can you ask Calvin to get us? Thank you. Text me when you get this. I love you, mom." I said as Will wrote down everything.

"That's it?"

"That's it. I'll be going to detention now; ill see you tomorrow." I said, heading for the door.

"Whoa, whoa, where do you think you're going?"

"What now, Will?" I said, rolling my eyes at him.

"You're just not going to tell me about this girl. I mean, you never talk about girls. I thought you were into Ray at this point."

Will, better known as Mr. Jensen, has been part of the family for years. He used to work as a full-time babysitter for me and my two older brothers, Henry and Mac. But since we grew up, my mom decided that it was best if he started to work as my mom's secretary since the other one had just quit out of the blue. He and I always joke around because I see him as one of my older brothers. The man comes to Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Easter dinner. Fucking Easter!