Caminah Smuts

The Principal

Camila's POV

I'll admit it, I'm a troublemaker. I don't give two fucks about school and honestly, the only reason that I'm still attending school is because my parents are forcing me.

Two months.

Two fucking months until I'm officially eighteen and I can finally do whatever I want.

"Cabello." A booming voice echoed through the hallway.

I groan internally, turning around to face the unmistakably drunk teacher. Mr. Jones couldn't handle coming to school sober. I'm surprised that he has kept his job for as long as he has. I don't think many people can handle me in their classes though unless they're drunk off their asses.

Yeah, I'm that bad.

"What the fuck do you want Jones?" I snap, sending him a harsh glare. My swearing seemed to just fuel his anger.

"You need to go to Principal Hansen's office right now." He ordered as sternly as he could but I just roll my eyes at him.

"I didn't do anything. This is bullshit!" I snarl. I honestly haven't done anything since I left Ms. Hansen's office two hours ago.

"Go." He demanded.

As much as I didn't want to go, the thought of seeing Ms. Hansen again had me feeling excited in more ways than one.

"At least tell me what I did." I huff out but Mr. Jones just shook his head and gestured for me to go.

I sigh in defeat and dragged myself sluggishly through the hallway towards Ms. Hansen's office. She's not going to be very happy with me. She warned me that if I get sent to her office one more time that she was giving me an after school detention. I guess this was this one more time.

Fuck.

"Camila? Really? Again?" The receptionist cracked a smile, biting her lip to hold in her laughter.

"Yes." I say bluntly, walking straight past the amused receptionist.

I pressed my ear up against the door when I hear muffled voices inside. Ew. It's Nela, Ms. Hansen's husband. I bang my fist on the door loudly which immediately silenced them. A few seconds later I hear Ms. Hansen call out that I can come in.

I open the door cautiously, not wanting to walk in on anything nasty. Ms. Hansen's face dropped when she saw me, her eyes closing briefly in frustration.

"What did you do this time?" Ms. Hansen sighed out.

"Nothing."

"Camila, tell me the truth."

"Nothing."

"You can tell me after school at your detention. Leave." She tells me firmly, pointing her finger towards the door.

I groan loudly, slamming the door shut as I leave.

xxxxxx

I fling open the door to the principal's office causing it to hit the back of the wall loudly. Ms. Hansen jumped slightly in her seat at the sudden noise.

"Try not to break the wall with the door." Ms. Hansen rolled her eyes at me as I closed the door behind me.

"Can we just get this over with? My after school time is precious."

"Whatever. Take a seat. You have an hour so keep quiet." She orders.

I nod, taking a seat in front of her desk as she focuses all of her attention on the papers in front of her. I couldn't help but scan my eyes over her, clenching my fist a little when I realize that her shirt was barely buttoned up.