My prince-ipal

Nice to meet you?

I really don't enjoy school, I'm just naturally good at it. Or that's what my counselors say... I read at a college level and I'm in a grade higher Math class, with soccer scholarships on my side as well. That's why I've been asked to join Rivalry High, because "I have potential". Now my parents were thrilled, but if I could I would've shot myself right there and then. But no, here I am standing in front of the classic gates of my new life. With kids that are exceptionally smart.... Or really good at cheating.

I felt good today though, with my burgundy black cherry dyed hair curled evenly and a simple black romper with converse. I guess I'm pretty, but I think that's sounds cocky so I play as a normal girl and say I'm ugly. I have rich brown eyes that I actually like and wouldn't trade for any other color and tan olive skin. I'm actually really really skinny that my friends call me anorexic and my parents force me to eat every second. Gotta love having a high metabolism. But also I play AYSO u-19 soccer which I'm 17 and played soccer for my old high school. Enough about me though. Let's hear about this fabulous school that is way to fantastic to pass up...

"And here we have our main office which contains our counselors and principal. I'm sure you'll only find yourself here for awards, honey." The elder women smiles rubbing my bony shoulder.

"Well I wouldn't hope for any different." I fake a smile in return and her plastic wrinkled face returns the favor.

"Why don't you go go and greet your principal, while I go over your scheduling with your parents?" She commands more than asks.

I nod and enter the room with bustling people and ringing phones. It was a bit chaotic and I wasn't sure where to go, but something tells me that the door with the typewriting font in black saying principal is where to go.

"Hello? Mr- uh..." I hesitate knocking lightly.

"Oh hello! It's Mr. Dylan, I'm guessing you're Spencer Richardson?" The tall slender man reaches a soft velvety palm out.

I find myself blush when I see his piercing grey blue eyes and take his warm hand," Yes that's me!" I smile for real.

"Well uh.. Excuse me," he clears his throat," Go ahead take a seat, I insist." He swivels a hand to the leather seat.

"Oh um ok... " I fall into the chair still holding the real smile.

"So, I've heard many things about you! Very intelligent, organized, and," he looks over me once more," very presentable!" He smiles flashing straight teeth.

I actually blush, "Oh well I hope only good things!"

"Well I wouldn't get your hopes up on that...," he lifts a folder open and I tense up, "It says here that.... You were late to art class in the 2nd grade!" He smiles laughing to himself.

"Oh! For a seconds there I- you worried me!" I laugh a little feeling awkward.

He continues to read over and adding things into the computer as I sit there with nothing more to do than look at him. Black slicked to the side perfect hair, pale smooth skin, hairless face, and tall slender body that looked naturally fit and lean. He was truly a sexy man. I know for a fact now, what all the girls here would mumble about. Only 27 and somehow single. I had respect for him being so young and working as a principal. I looked over him a lot still biting my lip until he looked up and I blushed. He smiled and then looked back down. I kept feeling his eyes look at me and smile. But I kept looking around.

"Well I'm boredom company as you see, so I'll let you go and start your day. It's third period by now." He smiles and walks to the door opening it for me.

"Oh ok. Thank you..." I say softly and walk out.

I still feel his eyes on me until I hear the soft creek of the door slide into its place. This was wrong. You don't like older guys, let alone your principal! I shake my head and march into the sea of people who would hate me for no reason and the same mutual feeling back. Yay....