The Vice Principal

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STEF POV

It was nearly 3am and I just couldn't sleep for the life of me for the weekend had only continued to replay in my mind over and over again. It had been a weekend that I could never have predicted or anticipated ever for part of it was spent with a person I would never imagine it would be. Ever. Nonetheless as I laid bright awake and fully naked staring at the dark shadows on the ceiling, Michelle from the bar was passed out drunk on top of me snoring soundly. I gently stroked her back up and down as her head softly rested comfortably on my bare chest. One of her arms remained wrapped tightly around my waist for the past hour as I could smell the residual smoke and alcohol from the bar that permeated through her skin and hair. However, I was never quick to judge for I knew I didn't smell any better then she did. Truth be told I appreciated the company, affection and closeness for Sunday night was one of my hardest nights. Dropping Callie at her father's was never an easy job for it literally took the jaws of life to pry her out of my arms for she never wanted to let me go and seeing the tears fall from her eyes was more and more heartbreaking each time. It was hard not to feel as if I had failed my daughter, and it was hard not to feel guilty for there was nothing I could do at this present moment to change anything. All I could was fight for her, fight harder then any mother could.

Taking extra shifts every Sunday night was sometimes the only way I could handle my feeling as well as having sex for upon leaving work each weekend I would stop off at the bar with Mike to grab a few drinks just to sober my nerves. Picking up Michelle who I had spotted on more than one occasion and that I had fucked numerous times was a no brainier. Sex was a way I numbed my feelings as it was virtually meaningless for the women I slept with were almost interchangeable as terrible as that sounds. I wasn't trying to be a heartbreak not at all and I considered myself to be a sweet, gentle, affectionate lover but I knew at some point it would grow tired of this.

As I continued to stare mindlessly at the ceiling as the time continued to pass by in all honesty I knew why I couldn't sleep and it wasn't just because of my little girl. Yes that was the predominate reason of course but there was something else nagging at me. Something else plaguing my mind that just was not allowed to for I had tried to push it far back in my head. As far back as it could go but that was proving to be unsuccessful for even when I had my mouth between Michelle's legs I couldn't get this one person out of my mind. And that person was Lena Elizabeth Adams.

Yes in the beginning I thought Lena was a pain in the ass know it all snob and I had bad mouthed her to Jenna and my mother since the day I met her. However, bumping into her Saturday at the store had changed things and my opinion about her in a very unexpected way. Originally horrified and completely annoyed that my daughter had suggested her tagging along with us to the park thinking it would be a nightmare it had turned into the exact opposite. I learned Lena was not only sweet but genuine, comforting and incredibly attractive.

FLASHBACK

"You know thanks for coming to the park. I know it wasn't exactly how you wanted to spend your Saturday." I joked now glancing to Lena as my little girl had fallen deep asleep on my lap on the park bench. I had to admit the afternoon had turned out to be rather enjoyable for Lena and I had laughed and joke for more then three hours as I had come to learn a little more about her. Gone was the awkwardness we experienced during the first part of the day as the both of us soon relaxed listening intently to each other as time continued to fly by.

"Oh it's fine Stef and I really had a great time. Callie is such an amazing little girl and you should really think about finding a Gymnastics class for her." She suggested as I let out a small smile. But I could see by the look on her face she regretted her thinking that perhaps I took it the wrong way again.

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