Yes, Master

"I'm Not Saying Give Up, But... Give Up."

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Detention was new for me.

There were four students, three boys and mean looking girl kicked back in the corner who threw me a filthy look as soon a so entered. The teacher, a strict looking woman stood. "Mr. Beal I presume?"

"Yes ma'am."

A smile almost twitched her black painted lips. Her face returned neutral almost immediately. "You were sent here by Robert Pearson, yes? For disrespectful behavior."

I scoffed. "I guess so."

She peered over her horn rimmed glasses. Piercing green eyes met my own and I looked down. "I don't stand for disrespect in my detention hall, Mr. Beal. Am I understood?"

I swallowed dryly and she pointed to the desk closest to her own. "No electronics or laptops may be in use. MP3 players included and yes, I also mean iPods because I guess there's a difference. You may read but only school related materials such as your textbook or printed off articles given to you. And novels for class will have to verified through your syllabus. Questions?"

"Can I do homework?"

"Of course. As long as you don't need outside reading materials or computer and Internet access."

"What about a calculator?"

She looked a bit annoyed. "I can get you one."

I nodded and sunk into the chair. Her heels snapped against the tile as she walked to the back of the room. Her tight black skirt complimented her curvy hits and generous bottom. Two of the guys followed her closely, the third was day dreaming out the window, oblivious to everything around him.

She set a graphing calculator on my desk and went back to her seat. "Thank you Mrs. ..." I faltered.

She smiled. "It's Miss and my last name is Mai."

"That's a lovely name." May was one of my favorite seasons. And the late fall weather wasn't doing it for me anymore. Everything was so drab and dead... I wanted spring! Where life was renewed again.

"Thank you. Now get to work, this isn't for fun."

"Yes Miss Mai."

***

Detention was great.

It was a nice quiet workspace without the added distractions of my MacBook or phone. I was disappointed when Pearson appeared. "Come to my office please."

I packed up, low key worrying that my father was waiting. It was empty however and he shut the door. I glanced at it nervously out of habit. It was unlocked as usual and I sat down, calmed.

"I'm glad you're aware of your surroundings Bailey. You aren't going to let yourself get taken advantage of."

"The best way for avoidance is precaution." I mumbled.

Honestly it was a mase spray ad slogan on a billboard by the High Way. But if Pearson knew it he didn't say it. "Take a seat Bailey."

I slowly sunk down, setting my bag at my feet. "I know this is frustrating for you--it is for me as well."

I rolled my eyes. "No, really Bailey. In all my years here I've yet to see someone as passionate as you come through these doors. You're here because you want to learn, not because someone else wants you to. I wish I had your drive when I was in Junior College."

"What?"

"That's what they called Secondary when I was in school," he explained briefly. "Your father and I have a very good reason for not allowing you to go to Central City. And it has absolutely nothing to do with safety."

"What is it then?"

"You have...big dreams Bailey. I hear you want to go to college."

"I do," I agreed proudly. "I want to be a doctor."

Pearson smiled somewhat sadly. "And that's a great dream, Bailey. I'm sure if you were given the opportunity you'd exceed my highest expectations." My heart soared at his praise. It felt nice to be recognized for all that I did. "However... I think we both agree that won't happen."

My stomach plummeted. "Why can't it?" My voice wavered a bit. "A-after I graduate from here I can go to College--it's not illegal."

"No," Pearson agreed. "It's not. But College isn't a path for most subs. The ones who go do so with specialized circumstances and programs built around their Dom's wishes. That should be drive Bailey, preparing to be your utmost best for your Dom once you meet him."

"Why does that have to be my only goal in life? Why can't I get a degree and do all that for my Dom?"

"Look Bailey... I'm not telling you to give up but...give up."

So I should abandon every dream I'd had so far for man who wasn't part of my life yet. Stellar idea. "Fine. I'll just have my Dom send me to college."

Pearson shook his head. "With the money he makes, I seriously doubt it."

My brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

Pearson blanched a bit then cleared his throat, feebly attempting to string together a lie of sorts. "I-I'm assuming. Of course I know nothing of--"

It hit me quite suddenly. "They've contracted me?" I whispered. A swell of emotion overwhelmed me and tears filled my eyes. "When?"

"This isn't my conversation to have Bailey. However the day is almost through and I've contacted your father to pick you up."

Panic ebbed through the shock. "What? Why?"

"We don't have a discipline process in place for subs so we let parents handle it. I suggested you having detention during your free periods but I'm not sure what your father will decide."

"It's not fair."

Pearson frowned. "I know it feels that way at times but don't dismiss someone you haven't met."

I crossed my arms uncomfortably, leaning forward. I felt a bit sick. The office phone tittered twice and Pearson picked it up. "Yes?" Pause. "Wonderful. I'll send him out and we'll meet briefly."

He hung up the phone and gave me a tight smile. "Your father is here. I'll walk you out."

I wanted to argue or plead but it was too late. Besides my father had a whole lot to tell me.