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07 ♤ Fantasy Impromptu

07 ♤ Fantasy Impromptu

C O U R T N E Y ♤

Noah stepped out of the principal's office escorted by the secretary, who had a tight grasp on his shoulder. She motioned to the door leading out of the office, making Noah reluctantly twist the knob and retreat into the hallway. 

"Miller, you're up next," she said grimly, grabbing my arm, yanking me out of the hard chair I was sitting in.

Her nails dug into just above my elbow, gripping my arm tightly as she led me into the principal's office. I bit back a squeak, practically being dragged across the tile floor.

She pushed me into the chair in front of the looming desk. My hands fumbled to grab onto the chair quickly so that I wouldn't lose my balance due to the force with which she shoved me.

The secretary, Ms Ren, took her place beside the door, a fake pleasant smile gracing her lips as she gazed intently at me, glaring at me through her large frames.

Principal Salzar shot a disapproving glare at Ms Ren, folding her hands on top of her desk.

"Miss Miller," she dragged out my last name, her hazel eyes boring into me.

"Yes, ma'am?" I tried to be polite, knowing that it was nearly impossible at this point.

"I'm not going to bear around the bushy with you," she drummed her fingernails on the desk, leaning forward in her chair, "are you having sexual relations with Mr Topp?"

My face flushed, and I struggled to form the words, "Ma'am, I would-"

Interrupting me, Ms Ren scraped her heel against the floor, a loud, sharp sound filling the room.

"Ms Ren..."

"Ma'am?"

"Could you please go wait in your office?" she waved her away vigorously.

"Absolutely, ma'am," she complied, taking as much time as possible to walk across the room to the door leading into her own office. I noticed that she left the door open about a half a foot.

"Now," Salzar turned back to me.

"I would never!" I exclaimed indignantly.

She flipped open a manila folder resting on her desk. "Miss Johnson disagrees with that."

"I know she does."

"Excuse me, what was that?"

"Ma'am," I added quickly.

"I think you'd be more interested in what your friend had to say." My brow furrowed.

As soon as she finished her sentence, the door flung open. Mr Topp appeared, his face filled with concern.

"What's the matter? You told me it was urgent," he spoke quickly, as if he had rushed to get to the office.

Ms Ren picked this time to appear from behind her door with an empty coffee mug. Never mind that it was one in the afternoon, she was making coffee.

And, of course, the coffee machine was right next to the door.

As she waited for the coffee to be ready, she surveyed the scene, biting her lip ever so slightly as her gaze landed on him. Her fingernail trailed over the the caramel skin of her arm, watching his reaction.

He did not look impressed, in fact, he looked severely uncomfortable. He took a seat in a chair beside me, averting his eyes from the secretary.  Instead, he focused on me.