Date? May Fifth 2008. Location? New York, New York. Or if you wanna go into even more detail....I'm in the girls bathroom fooling around with my latest girl. I think her name's Stephanie? Stacey maybe? Who gives a fuck? Definitely not me. "Oh! Mika!" She moans my name
That gets me hard. She bites my neck and pulls my short "skater" black hair. "Mr. Savage!" I hear someone scream my name
The girl pushes me back and I look to see the principle Ms. Weaver. "Office! Now!" She orders me
I shrug and roll my eyes. Nothing I wasn't used to. I'm always getting in trouble. It's what I was best at. I look back at the sexy, slender, blond I was just about to fuck five seconds ago before this bitch so kindly ruined it. I walk side by side with Ms. Weaver to her office. "I can not believe you! On my campus! Such a disgrace!" She shouted at me
"So this tops me fucking Ashley in the bleachers during homecoming huh?" I ask her curiously
She just glares at me. Oh if looks could kill! We walk into her office and she has me sit down so she can call Mommy Dearest. The wonderful Amy Savage. She has me wait for her. I watch my mom walk in with her red hair all pined up and in a pencil skirt that is way too short for a mom to be wearing and a v neck blouse way too low for a woman with a fifteen year old son to be wearing. She pulls of her thousand dollar sun glasses all dramatically. "Where's my son?" She asks a bit too loud
And people wonder where I get my flaire for the dramatics. Pfft! They need to honestly meet my mother. I hear her three thousand dollar staletto's clink against the marble floor. She walks into the room where I sat with Ms. Weaver. She gasps when she sees I have lipstick smudged on my lips and I have "sex hair". "What has he done this time?" Amy asks Ms. Weaver as she takes a seat beside me
"He was trying to have sexual intercourse on my school campus!" Ms. Weaver shouts at my mother
"You act as if I was trying to rape her. Believe me by the way she was moaning my name she was NOT being raped." I snicker with a smirk on my face
My mom slaps me. I just laugh. "Send him to a Catholic private school and what does he learn? To be a whore!" My mother thinks a loud
"This is his last warning Mrs. Savage. Next time I'll have to expell him." Ms. Weaver tells Mommy Dearest
"Oh, believe me this will be the last time he ever gets in trouble." Amy promises Ms. Weaver
I wonder if she says that enough it'll become true? Hmmm....maybe? I mean the only reason they haven't expelled me yet is 'cause my parents donated a new library. It was a bribe after I was caught at school drunk out of my mind. Not the smartest idea I know. "I will have to suspend him though." Ms. Weaver sighs
My mother gasps with more theatrical tricks. Dear god! Someone shut her up already. I roll my eyes as my mom asks her for how long will her poor innocent baby boy be suspended for. "A week." Ms. Weaver says as she writes it down on the referral
"I completely understand and thank you for this last chance." My mom tells her then faces me "Don't you have something to say to Ms. Weaver Mika?" She asks me
"Sorry for almost having sex in the girls bathroom..." I sigh
I know I don't mean it. She knows I don't mean it. Hell even dumbass Amy knows I don't mean it. But that was the end of my lecture and I was free to go home with my mommy. We walk out of the school and walk over to my mom's bright red porshe. It was a chirstmas from last year. I'm still suprised she hasn't traded it yet. I mean it's been what six months? It is getting kinda old..."Your father and I will have a serious discussion about this when he gets home." She says in her serious "mom" tone
No they won't she'll forget right when he walks in with her new present he's brought for her. My dad's a famous movie director and mommy over here's an actress. One drunken mistake, a lack of a condom and nine months late came me Mika Isaiah Savage. Jet black hair and gorgeous deep blue eyes and all. So I'm six two. I'm the awesomest, most popularest guy in school. I get nerds to do my homework. I can get any girl I want to go down on me. Yeah, I'm that cliche. That rich, arrogant, sarcastic cliche. And man was I damn proud of it. I wouldn't change it for the world.
so what do you think? is it okay? this is the 4th book. it'll explain what mika went through before he met lucinda.
