The Mess You Made..

1: Male Models

His strong abs shined through while his intimidating eyes stared right back at me. He had oil massaged all over his body making it smoother and one wondered how exciting it would be to run fingers through that hot bod for even once. He was seated comfortably on the red plush couch that had two cushions falling off of them.. almost falling off. The unwanted bedsheet was kept somewhat at the side of the couch just for show as he lay over the couch showing his perfect six packs. But the main attraction would be how bulgy the thing looked between his legs as that was the only body part mistakenly covered. Not shying away at all from the attention he was getting for this, he lay relaxed only in his white underwear for me to ogle at. Maybe for all to ogle at.

"Care to explain this, Miss Preston?"
My gaze unwantedly averted to the old man sitting in the chair opposite me from the photos and flyers of different half-nude/fully nude male models that lay on the desk infront of me. I just had a new found crush on the almost naked man in his white underwear.

I was in my first period of Chemistry class today when Miss Meyers, our Chemistry Teacher, called me up to her seat as she entered and asked to meet Principal Fitzgerald right away. I had asked her for the reasons once, but the disgusting look she gave me for the same made me realise today was one of those days.

When finally I arrived at Principal's Office, he informed, how instead of submitting my assignment, I had instead send her this..

Apparently, I had written the below in the file I had sent her-

Enjoy the beauty that lay before you. Enjoy and let go of all the shackles and accept the urge to be able to explore lust again. Forget about the useless men that pry around you and see them for the beauty they hold.
This is my assignment for you.
- Mia Preston

Obviously, Miss Meyers, who was almost 34 and going through a bad year long divorce hadn't taken it too well. She immediately brought this to Principal Fitzgerald's notice. I was getting a big zero on the assignment as well as one week of cleaning the football field, basket ball court and cafeteria after school gets over.
At first they used to give me just detentions for the small pranks I caused, but since I was a good student with the best grades around here, they thought of different creative ideas one at a time. One time they made me serve everyone in the Cafeteria during lunch break instead of the lunch lady who usually would do. This went on for whole week and I was a spectacle to gossip for the next few months.
Now a days however, they have run out of new ideas for me.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Pricipal Fitzgerald"
I said looking back at him.

He sighed in defeat and relaxed in his chair, "I suppose you will say you didn't do it?"

I shrugged and nodded like the way I always do. Previously I would have objected, made a scene and protested at how obnoxious this claims were and I had no part in any of it. I would have tried to justify that I wasn't the one but a vile creature roaming this school had done this whose main motto in life is to ruin me.
But, that was in the past. I have stopped wasting all my energies in this now and have decided not to bother them because one thing was for certain, whatever he did, he never left behind a single trace of it. And thus, he had never been caught. Well, neither have I.

"You mean he did it again? Like always?" Principal asked me looking over his glasses and giving me a sarcastic disbelievable look.

Closing my eyes, I nodded my head up and down with full concentration so as to make him understand my answer wouldn't change.
If I am caught, he will always be the reason for it.

The conversation with Principal Fitzgerald went as I would have imagined it to be. He told me what my work for the week was as a part of my punishment and then pitied me for being clueless as to why I am the way I am even after being such a bright kid.