The Principal

Chapter 6

This week dragged on. It was boring; I spent the whole time at home watching movies, stuck inside while everyone else was off on vacation.

But Monday finally arrived, and I couldn't help the excitement that bubbled up inside me. I was finally going to wear the new outfit I'd bought at the mall.

I curled my hair and put on a black halter crop top paired with black shorts. I slipped on my new pink ankle boots and threw on a black cardigan to cover my shoulders. When I walked into school, I felt confident, though a little disappointed not to see Mr. Smith at the door, as usual, greeting the students.

I waited in my homeroom until the bell rang, signaling the start of class.

On my way to music, my cello hanging over my shoulder, I finally spotted Mr. Smith talking to my best friend Joseph. This was my chance. I couldn't let it slip by.

I walked over, making sure to give my heels that satisfying click on the floor as I approached. Both of them turned their heads in my direction, and I could feel Mr. Smith's gaze burning into me. It was as if his eyes were tracing every inch of me. I shivered, but not from the cold.

Thank God I wore the fitted black jeans today. The way they hugged my curves made me feel confident, like I was walking on air. I swayed my hips with each step, making sure to move slowly, casually.

"Excuse me, sorry sir," I said, trying to keep my voice neutral, though the words felt heavy as I stood in front of them. I turned to Joseph next, greeting him with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, murmuring in Spanish, "Te extrañé, ¿cómo fue tu descanso?"

As we talked, I could feel the heat radiating off Mr. Smith's body, but I pushed the sensation aside. It didn't matter. I had to stick to my plan.

Joseph responded to my question, but I barely heard him. All I could think about was how his cologne-so rich and expensive-seemed to wrap around me, making my heart race and my mouth go dry with want.

The warning bell rang, snapping me out of my daze. I hadn't realized how much time had passed. I turned to leave, thinking no one was behind me, but as I moved, my chest brushed against something solid-broad arms.

I looked up, startled, to meet fiery eyes.

Before I could react, Mr. Smith's voice cut through the air, sharp and cool. "Alright, kids. Let's go to class."

His tone was suddenly cold, almost irritated. The warmth I'd felt just moments ago disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving me feeling uneasy.