Nick Blacker ; POV
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I smirked to myself as I strolled my way through the entrance, this new school was rather large compared to the previous bomb shell I had been in but I still didn’t fail to make an impression where ever I went, this was my 5th school now and I don’t see why the people helping just don’t stop trying, I don’t want to go to school, therefore I will not play by the rules or participate in anything that I don’t condone. I have a social worker helping out with these sort of problems because basically my mom has had enough and refuses to help if I am going to continue ‘wasting away my life’, I think she is being a little over dramatic, I have 1 year left after this and then I would be free to do as I please.
Nobody will be able to tell me what to do.
“Ah, you must be Nick Blacker?” A man said as I entered the room to his office, it was typical, full of paper work, the computer in front of his large desk and a few posters of this and that around the walls, I rolled my eyes, he could spice it up a bit.
“Who else would I be?” I asked as I flopped into the seat in front of his desk.
Most teachers would be put off by that question straight away but he just sat there with a stupid smirk on his lips as he crossed his fingers through one another as if he was intrigued by me.
“I would say it’s nice to meet you but I got a feeling you won’t be here for long...” The man said with a nod.
I read the black script writing which was carved into the gold plate in front of him, Mr Johnson. Ah, the principal... Well, he already seems like he has got a plan ready, treat the new ‘bad-boy’ just as you would a piece of gum on your shoe, therefore he will stick around because of the different atmosphere.
Please, not like anybody has never tried that before.
“So, would you like to tell me why you have been made to transfer schools or should I go through your whole file?” Mr Johnson asked as he leant forward slightly.
I backed up in my chair as I slouched into it, I shrugged my shoulders. “Something tells me you have probably already memorized it.”
Mr Johnson smirked and nodded his head lightly. “Mr Blacker, do you really think you can tolerate that behaviour in such public places? You are affecting everyone around you, just because of the fact you don’t give a flying shit about your future...”
I listened to his words and raised my eyebrow slightly at the language he had used, hey, students use it when there not supposed too, guess he could use it too, it’s only fair...
I shrugged my arms up then back down. “I already know what I want to be, I don’t need to get these high grades in order to get the job I please...”
He shook his head lightly. “Fine, if you think you have it all sorted out then I shall let you be, but I still will not tolerate any bad behaviour from you, we won’t give up as easily as other schools will though, that’s a promise. We can accept any challenge here...” He said with a smirk.
“Challenges are what I am good at...” I replied.
He still had that smirk on his face. “Yes, I do know, I have been told a challenge is always accepted by you, which is partially the reason why you get into trouble a lot seeing as you will not back down.”
I nodded. “Maybe,”
“How about I make you a little ‘challenge’ here? Or maybe even a bet?”
I raised my eyebrow as I plucked my leather jacket further upon my shoulders. “Making a bet with a student, are you sure you can do that?”
He smirked as he shrugged his shoulders leaning back against his chair. “I want you to get a date with my daughter...”
I looked at him in disbelief as he sat there looking smug. “What?”
“You heard me. I want you to get a date with my daughter, you see, she hates boys like you, the ones who act bad-ass and who are, what do you call them, players? Yes, well... from your records you enjoyed skipping your classes in order to have little ‘meetings’ with some of those lady friends of yours. If I challenge you with this, I can guarantee that you will be spending more time try to go after her than anything else... and like I said, she hates players, if you want to get her on a date you won’t be able to fool around where and whenever you like.”
“You are really going to try and make me do this? What kind of father are you?”
He shrugged. “My daughter will come to no harm. She won’t fall for you and I think you will actually be quite the amusement for her.”
“I bet she is like really ugly or something...Well, if she follows your looks she will be.”
Mr Johnson crunched his eyebrows together as he went to reply but before he could the door handle was pushed down and a voice beamed into the room.
“Daddy?” A voice called.
There stood a girl with blonde long straight hair, her eyes were big and were coloured hazel, her body was thin and her legs were shown nicely from the short fitted skirt she was now wearing. She was hot.
I turned my attention back towards Mr Johnson who lightly smirked at me before turning his attention back towards his daughter.
“What is it, Sienna?”
“Oh, sorry... didn’t knew you were talking, your receptionist sent me straight in.” Sienna said with an apologetic smile.
“Oh, that’s okay darling. I was just about finished up anyway, what you need?”
“I forgot to pick up some money this morning, could I lend some?” She asked, her voice was soft and she sounded full of innocence, oh please, this girl would be so easy... you can tell by looking right at her.
She soon exited the room and the principal turned his attention back to me.
“You got yourself a deal...” I muttered staring after the daughter she just exited from.
The principal smirked. “So I thought... Now, you better head to class... Run along now.” He said as he began shooing be out the door.
I stood up from the seat and headed towards the door before fully exiting, I turned my attention back to the man sitting by the desk. “Oh and your wife must be some hot MILF, your daughter did not get her looks from you.”
The principal sent me a warning glare but I chuckled to myself as I headed out the door, that principal doesn’t even know his daughter, she looks naive.
This. Was. Simple.
