Daddy's Precious Little Girl

Franklin

Franklin's POV

As I strode through the halls of the school, a sense of determination propelled me forward. I had one goal: to get Marcy back into the afternoon class. This wasn't just about her; it was about me asserting my authority and demonstrating that I could handle my Little better than anyone else. Being the son of Damon Falkner and part of a respected kettle should mean something, yet I found myself constantly needing to prove it.

I approached the Head Mistress's office and knocked lightly before entering. Mrs. Edington, the Head Mistress, looked up from her papers, her expression shifting from focus to mild surprise.

"Franklin, what brings you here?" she asked, her tone unyielding.

"I wanted to discuss Marcy's return to the afternoon class," I said, my tone casual but purposeful. "I believe she's ready to come back."

She leaned back in her chair, skepticism etched across her face. "Franklin, Marcy was moved to the morning classes for a reason. Her behavior caused quite a disturbance, and I don't believe she's ready to re-enter the afternoon group."

"Look, I know she's had some trouble," I replied, crossing my arms. "But she's been reflecting on her actions. She understands what she did wrong and is eager to prove herself. Don't you think it's time we support her growth instead of isolating her?"

The Head Mistress narrowed her eyes. "Supporting her growth doesn't mean throwing her back into a situation where she can cause further disruption. You might think your status gives you leverage here, but I assure you, my priority is the well-being of my students, all my students."

I felt my frustration boiling beneath the surface. "With all due respect, Head Mistress, I'm not just any caregiver. I am the son of Damon Falkner. I should be given the respect that comes with that."

"Respect is earned, Franklin," she countered sharply. "And at the moment, you're not demonstrating that you deserve it. What makes you think Marcy is ready to return?"

I leaned in, my tone persuasive. "She's been lonely without her friends, and if we keep her away from her peers, it could set her back further. Let's give her a chance to reintegrate. I'll take full responsibility for her behavior."

Head Mistress Edington regarded me thoughtfully, her demeanor unwavering. "And what if she disrupts the class again? We can't have that."

"Then remove her," I replied, my voice growing firmer. "But I promise you, if she feels she has the support of her peers, she'll be less likely to act out. She needs to learn that she can rely on her friends, and that she can be redeemed."

"Fine," she finally relented, crossing her arms. "But this is her last chance, Franklin. If she causes any more trouble, I will not hesitate to remove her, and I don't just mean from the class. I will remove her from your care and you will be sent back to day one classes with the fresh recruits coming in. Do you understand?"

"Absolutely, Head Mistress," I said, the taste of victory sweetening my words. I could feel the tension in the air, but I relished the opportunity to prove myself.

Once I secured Marcy's return, I felt a sense of satisfaction. I knew I would have to keep her on a tight leash, but I was confident I could manage her behavior while plotting against Ethan and Ashlynn. If I could get Marcy back into the afternoon class, it would create the perfect opportunity to undermine their bond.

When I found Marcy later, I projected an air of authority. "Listen carefully, Marcy. You're going back to the afternoon class," I said, my tone sharp and commanding.

Her eyes widened, a mix of excitement and apprehension flickering across her face. "Really?" she asked, but I could see the hesitation beneath her eagerness.

"Yes, but this isn't a game," I warned, leaning closer to emphasize the seriousness of the situation. "You are on thin ice. If you cause any trouble at all, I will impose strict punishments. You'll regret it if you mess this up."

Marcy's enthusiasm faded, replaced by a flicker of fear. She nodded quickly, as her hands moved in to protect her bottom, clearly understanding the gravity of my words. "I promise I'll behave!"

"Make sure you do. I expect nothing less," I said, straightening my posture to reinforce my authority. "This is your chance to prove you can be a good Little. Don't blow it."

With that, I gestured for her to head into the classroom. "Now go on. I'll be watching you closely." Tomorrow she will be back to her original schedule.

As Marcy entered her next class, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me. I didn't need to babysit her; the mere fact of her presence would unsettle Ashlynn. I didn't need to manipulate Marcy directly; I just needed to let her exist in the same space as Ashlynn.

While Marcy settled in, I turned my thoughts to my true objective. Ashlynn had been gaining confidence with Ethan, and it was time to shake that up. I would ensure that Ethan had to work hard to comfort her, making him distracted while I found subtle ways to run into them more often.

As I strolled toward my next class, a plan began to take shape. I could time my movements perfectly, always seeming to appear when Ashlynn needed Ethan's attention the most. A chance encounter here, a strategically placed comment there—each would chip away at the comfort they had built.

I envisioned the scene clearly: Ashlynn looking up at Ethan, her eyes betraying her insecurities as she noticed Marcy's presence nearby. I could see the tension in her body, how she would subconsciously lean closer to Ethan for reassurance. That's when I would swoop in, casually interrupting, asking if everything was alright.

It wouldn't take much. Just the sight of Marcy laughing with another Little or being included in activities would make Ashlynn second-guess herself. The look of uncertainty on her face would be priceless. And Ethan,he would have to work hard to mend the rift I would create, struggling to soothe Ashlynn's worries.

As I entered my classroom, I could already feel the thrill of the impending chaos. I was ready to execute my plan, to show everyone, especially Ethan, that no one embarrasses a Falkner.

With Marcy back in the afternoon class and my strategic interventions in play, I would ensure that Ashlynn felt the pressure, causing Ethan to work overtime in comforting her.

This was just the beginning, and I was determined to make the most of it.