Not All Is What It Seems

"Willis... Where's That?"

If you want to watch a Texas shit show. Look no further than 40 minutes north of Houston. This place might as well be a forgotten plague  quarantin, that managed to populate itself with fuck trophies.

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"Well Ms. Fitzgerald, it looks like all her paperwork is in order. We are so pleased to have Miss *bleep* back with us." The principal says looking up from the computer screen; the fakest smile in existence plastered on his face.

Maggie simply crosses her legs, and gently swings her Louboutin clad foot. She has a photoshoot in Houston a hour from now. Principal Man is lucky "Ms. Fitzgerald" didn't have her daggers on her today, because I wouldn't even try to stop her from speeding this registry up. 

His smile falters a bit when he realizes he's not gonna get a response from NYC vixen. "Well Taylor, I'm not completely sure if your credits for the 10th grade are gonna transfer over."

"Um, yes they are. Those are college level credits." Maggie presses her lips together making the small vertical scars under her green eyes extend a little, and takes a deep breath. "The school she went to up there's tuition for a semester costs more than your house and car put together."

"I'm sorry ma'am, but-"

She leans closer to the desk, letting the black sweetheart bodice of her dress reveal almost all of her cleavage to him. "Refresh the page, I'm sure it's just a glitch" she gives him her ever winning flirtatious smirk.

Oh my gods this girl kills me. She doesn't have magic like the average witch, she has sex appeal. Being a siren, it got her into a lot of dangerous situations as a child. Nowadays, it gets her a job. Principal Man's face looks like he's debating if his wife believes monogamy is a important thing. Yep, and that's why Magnolia Fitzgerald is one of the most successful models in not only New York, but the country.

When the Man is finally able to pull his eyes away to work on his computer. Definitely not think about the boner he is most likely is hiding under that desk. Maggie gives me a look that says: If you even think about laughing at this loser, the heel of this pump will end up lodged in your throat.

"Oh good news" our attention turns back to him. "Her credits did transfer, good news Miss *bleep* you get to continue with your education in the 11th grade." Stealing glances at Maggie, he looks even more like a prick than before with that fucking grin.

"So does that mean we're done here?" I almost plead that question. This office smells like dick now.

"Oh we're just getting started... with the school year!" Somehow able to pull himself out of his lustful state, back to the gay administrator mask he always wears.

I manage to push at a polite laugh, then leave the office before I see the depth of he's infidelity anymore then I already have. I decide to wait at the front for Maggie to get out so I could give her a proper farewell.

The clerk was giving me my schedule when Mags shows up. "That is one sad little man" she says while running a hand through her burgundy pixie cut. "He had the audacity to ask me out for lunch. Of course I threw in the "oh will your wife be joining us too" line."

"I bet that put the fear of god in him, aye?" I chuckle a bit.

"Not as much as the directors of camp. I need to head out now or I'll never make it. You know where to find me, Darling." With that she gives me a brisk hug and leaves me alone with a building full of dumbasses.