My Principal. (H.S.)

Chapter 1.

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I groan dramatically at my French Teachers 'rules of his classroom.' Speech.

"What was that, Ms. Rennedy?" The teacher snaps, looking at my direction along with the rest of the classroom.

"I said, I don't give two fucks about this class or it's idiotic rules." I exclaim, challenging him by almost grinning, hearing gasps all across the room; as I look at him straight in the face.

"Oh? Well, if you fail this class you won't graduate, you should care." Bastard. He's challenging me in front of this goddamned class trying to scare me, ha. Pathetic.

Freshmen year he slapped this girls ass and he kept denying it, the girl is Riley, she still attends this school but she stays far away from this creepy ass teacher.

Mr. Paul is a divorced, lowlife, french guy that everybody despises.

Im just brave enough too tell him to fuck right off.

" I can easily switch classes, and don't try and argue with me in front of this class. People know very damn well that you are a fucking pervert." I respond, clenching my fist as I stand up from my desk.

"Out of my class, now!" The teacher yells, I chuckle.

"Gladly." Before I walk out of the class I see my best friends expression, he mouthed "what the fuck!" I shrug my shoulders.

I quickly swing my book bag over my shoulder and walk out of the classroom, slamming the door.

I fucking hate him.

I make my way down to the principal's office, looking down at my phone ; texts blowing up by my friend Patrick.-

From: PatrickIsABossAssBitchh😘😘
Oh my G O S H! You told the teacher to fuck off!!
Seen : 11:30 AM.

ILL SEE YOUR PUNK ASS AT LUNCH! 😘
Seen : 11:31 AM.

SERIOUSLY RAINE, YOU NEED TO PASS THOSE CLASSES! WE ARE SENIORS! WE NEED TO GRADUATE BITCHHH.
Seen : 11:33 AM.

I reply with.

Yes yes! I know Patrick, I'll see you at lunch, I have to deal with the principal. Fml. 😒😭👋

Sent : 11:35 AM. - Seen : 11:35 AM.

Ooh, there's a new principal. He's so hottttt🔥 His name is Mr. Styles. Lucky betch. 😭😂

Seen : 11:36 AM.

I lock my phone, sighing and cringing. Really. A new principal. Really.

Hopefully he isn't like every asshole around here.

I wonder if Patrick told his boyfriend about me and Mr. Paul's argument.

He probably did.

I walk into the check-in office and see Cheryl, the secretary.

"Mr. Franco is in a meeting, have a seat until it's over." Her voice is angry, what is up with her.

"Until how long, may I ask." I ask, I'm just asking to be cheeky but I'm curious too know.

"About five more minutes." She snaps at me, grouchy woman.

I pull out my phone as I sit down onto one of the green waiting chairs, setting my book bag onto the other chair beside me.

Too: PatrickIsABossAssBitchh😘😘