Just Another Stupid Love Story

Chapter Three: Meeting the Principal

I stared up at the dark, cloudy yet grey sky above me. The lightening seemed to flash but made no noise as not even a drop of rain fell from the sky. I heard the loud stomping footsteps as the people continued to run around the large oval that was placed at the back of the school. No one seemed to care that I laid dazed on the ground actually no one seemed to notice. Looking to the side I noticed an angry coach walking, wait, stomping in my direction with a scowl easily placed on his face.

A lopsided grin appeared on my face as I sat up to face the pissed off coach, making his scowl deepen and his eyes narrow into a hard-edged glare. I waved teasingly in his direction as he finally reached me, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Why aren’t you running?”

“Why aren’t you running?” I mocked with a sly smile.

“Don’t be smart with me, now get your ass up and run with the others!” he screamed making me wince from the loudness of his voice.

“A please would be nice,” I smiled, his face going a darker red from what I assumed was anger.

The intercom let out a loud beep, indicating that the principal had something to say. Everyone stopped in their tracks and waited for the principal to speak.

“Alisa Moore please make your way to the principal’s office, Alisa Moore,” the principal said before shutting off the intercom as a loud squeak echoed through the school making people flinch.

“Well, goodbye coach, I have to go,” I said, a smirk making its way to my face as I climbed to my feet.

The coach glared at me as I walked away from him, having a skip in my step as I walked inside the large, school building. The hallways were large and free, having no one mucking around in them, which was a surprise, even if it was class time.

I walked into the small cramped up office, nodding a bit in regards to the secretary that just seemed sneer back at me in response. With an eye roll I walked over the cream door that was located next to the office desk before knocking lightly.

“Come in,” I heard Mr. Crowling say before he spoke lightly to whomever else was in the principal’s office.

I pushed the door open slowly before stepping into the small office and closing the door quietly behind me. The awkward atmosphere instantly hit me as I noticed Poison’s annoyed yet embarrassed look while his father seemed to wear a determined, concerned look.

“Ah, Miss Moore, it’s good to see you again,” Mr. Crowling said, facing me as I raised a confused eyebrow.

“Um, sir, Is everything alright?” I asked a bit concerned.

“Yes, of course why do you ask?”

“Um, no reason sir but why am I here?”

“Well, Miss Moore—”

“Dad, please don’t, I swear I’m fine. They’ll be leaving at the end of the year and then I won’t have to deal with them,” Poison interrupted with a huff.

“Aiden, she hasn’t even agreed or heard about the deal yet, she might say no,” Mr. Crowling tried to persuade his son.

“Whatever,” Poison muttered before slumping back into a red, cushioned chair that sat to the side of Mr. Crowling’s desk.

“Aiden, please understand, it’s for your own good,” Mr. Crowling said, trying to comfort Poison.

I shifted awkwardly where I stood, watching the disagreement happen in front of me. I pulled a single blue strand of hair forwards, letting my fingers roll over it, tangling it up. Poison seemed to notice the awkwardness of me standing here with a single glance before shoving his face into his hands from embarrassment.