Kevin hesitated, what was behind the door to make her smile like that? Perhaps it was his imagination? Yes, that must be it; there would only be a teacher or two with some of the other new students, he told himself. He pushed against the door, which gave an ere creek, and opened to find two women. The first was tall, supermodel thin, and old as the hills, which was apparent in her gray bun of hair and wrinkles. She adjusted her spectacles with a thoughtful, yet devious look. The second was short, curvy, and probably Kevin's age. She sat meekly in her chair, twisting a lock of wavy brown hair. Both were wearing identical outfits; same as the receptionist who lead him there; a dress coat and pencil skirt in dark blue, with a white undershirt and red scarf.
"Hello, Mr. Fletcher, I presume. Have a seat," she said, gesturing to the love seat that sat before the mahogany desk the women sat at. Kevin sat without question, dropping his dufferbag at his feet. "I am Mrs. Agustin, the principle here at Yaoi Academy, and have been for thirty years," she then gestured to the younger woman, saying, "This is Ms. Trevy, this is her first year as vice principle." Mrs. Agustin then gathered some papers on the desk and quikly glanced over them.
Kevin was paying little attention, obviously not wanting to be there, but had perked up at the mention of the school's name... Yaoi Academy? He first dissmissed it as a misspronouciation of "Yao", as they did sound similar. But Yaoi? He knew that Yao was suposed to be the name of the man who started the school, so maybe Yaoi was his full name, Yao being a nickname? Kevin shook his head, he was thinking way too much into this.
"No?" asked Mrs. Agustin. It was then kevin realized he was being spoken to.
"Er, I'm sorry, what were you saying?" He noticed Ms. Trevy was blushing and trying to look anywhere but at Kevin.
"I said," repeated Mrs. Agusrtin, "undress."
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT MONDAY...
