My Principal. (H.S.)

Chapter 4.

**PICTURE OF PATRICK AND RAINE AT THE TOP, XX.**

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After my first detention with Mr. Styles I catch a taxi home, I didn't want to walk and become alone with my thoughts at the time.

"Mother, supper is ready!" I yell, serving the spaghetti and meatballs on a plate, with a glass of diet coke.

I bring the food to the table and set it down, sighing as I walk back over to the pot of spaghetti, serving myself a bit on another plate.

After dinner and the little chatter with my mother about how her work is going and how her boss said she might be able to get a raise within twenty days, and we talked about college next year.

I clean up the kitchen and let my mother rest until she has work at 4 AM.

I quickly put the things I used to cook with in the dishwasher.

Today was a long, long day.

It's already 10 PM, it's so late.

I yawn, grabbing my phone ; plopping myself on my brown leather couch.

Too : Patrick. (I changed his name.)
Hey you :p come over I want to talk about Mr. Styles and watch a movie.

I press 'send' and wait for a few seconds.

I have not met anybody like Mr. Styles , he is very intriguing and I don't like that.

He gets under my skin, he makes me mad but he also makes me want to smash my lips against his and I have never possessed those type of feelings before.. 

From: Patrick
Aw boo. I would if I could but my annoying ass parents went out and now I'm stuck watching my monster little brother, Todd. 😔😁 I'll call you.

I sigh, then I hear my phone vibrate ; I quickly answer the call.

"Hey Rainey." Patricks says.

"Hey Pat, oh my god. So much happened today!" I groaned, covering my face.

"Really? Like what! Tell me everything." He says dramatically.

I basically explain what happened with Mr. Styles and how he made me feel and his questions and how he spoke towards me, Patrick gasps.

"That's fucking crazy, Raine, I wonder why he asked about Jeremy." Patrick says, I can imagine how Patrick looks as he speaks ; curiosity and confusion laced in his voice. 

"I know ; I wonder." I swallow hard, laying on my front, propping myself up on my elbows. I aimlessly click through the movies, not seeing an interesting one. I click 'play' on the movie About Last Night ; have not seen that movie yet. 

" I wish he didn't even come too our school." I lie, sighing.

"Do you think - maybe just maybe, he likes you?" Patrick curiously asks, causing me to gape.

My cheeks tingle with heat, thinking of Mr. Styles liking me, but that will never, ever happen.

"What - no!" I respond with an appalled tone in my voice - only if I could tell Patrick the truth on how I feel towards Mr. Franco. 

I don't even know how I feel towards him, honestly and plus ; he is OUR principle. 

"He is a cruel, pompous, proud man ; I do not like him." I respond, I speak much faster than I intend.