Precious

Sympathy for the Devil Part 1

Let me please introduce myself

I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game,

Just call me Lucifer
Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste

by The Rolling Stones

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Alexander ran faster than me and left me behind. I slowed my pace down to a speed walk to the office, out of fear that someone would notice that I was not in my most composed state. Of course, Alexander got there before me and when he opened the school office door for himself, he went inside and slammed the door in my face just as I had reached it.

            When I got in he was sitting down in one of the two chairs that composed the waiting area. Mrs. Kaplan looked up at me sweetly and asked,

            "Oh, hi Estella, Principal Jean is talking to another student at the moment. Would you mind sitting next to Alexander?"

            "Yes, actually. I'm sorry I can't be too close to garbage. I think I'll just stand here." I rolled my eyes pretending and wishing Alexander didn't exist.

            Alexander rose from his chair and walked so closely to me it seemed as if he was preparing to take the oxygen from under my nose.

            "That's not what you were saying in your room last night." Alexander growled seductively, oppressively. 

            "My room?" I laughed. "You must have been dreaming, idiot." I growled and pushed him as far away from as possible.

            "Oh, young love." Mrs. Kaplan sighed as she looked away from us and back to the Nora Roberts romance novel she held very close to her face.

         I rolled my eyes in response. She couldn't have been anymore wrong. If only she had seen the way he had tried to destroy me only moments before. I had never even done anything to him and he loathed me. The boy standing so close to me was perhaps the worst enemy I could ever have!

And yet,  somewhere in the back of my mind I was jealous of the fantasy she had assumed between the two of us.

            After about 5 minutes of awkward silence, the door finally opened and the impoverished nerd from class earlier ran out sobbing. And for a brief moment I was shocked. How'd the slob get to the Principal before us? I never found out.  

           As she walked out of the office, without a word, I grinned. Her loud tears meant her punishment had either stayed the same or gotten worse. My power would be now be known. 

            "I want to speak to you both, come inside ." Mrs. Jean stood stressed by her door; she threatened us with her eyes. 

I threw my shoulders back and followed her lead into the room, unafraid of her. I knew she could do nothing to me. No one could. I was untouchable. 

            "Have a seat." She pointed her finger to the couch she had in the back of her room, which was a love-seat, but I ignored her and sat in the perfectly comfortable single-person chair on the far left-side of her desk that was farthest away from the chair that Alexander was heading for.