Dirty Little Secrets, Dirty Little One Shots (h.s.)

Amelia

***Warning adult content. Not recommended for young readers. Another note, if you don't like it don't read it. Just move along. For the rest of you, enjoy the rebooted version of Amelia***

I couldn't possibly be more of a cliché single mother. This part of my evening is reserved for lounging in my oversized leather chair, sipping a glass of wine while reading some ridiculous romance novel.

The chair is old and worn, mocha colored, and slightly peeling which makes it safe and comfortable. The wine is cheap, yet it calms my nerves. And the novels; wel,l let's just say they give me a chance to live vicariously through the characters. 

Most nights this routine is relaxing, leaving me without a care in the world. However, I've just received an email from one of Ruby's teachers at Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School.

The subject: Requesting Parent-Teacher Conference For Ruby Oliver

You've got to be kidding me, the first term just started a month ago. What can possibly be the problem this early in the school year?

The email reads:

Ms. Oliver,

I would like to request a conference with you regarding Ruby's progress and behavior in my class. I have some concerns that we should discuss. I am available for a meeting following the end of the school day tomorrow or Friday. Which day is most convenient for you?

Regards,

Mr. Harry Styles

Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School

Capesthorne Mathematics Department

+44 1477 689500

I rub my temples and gulp down the remainder of wine in my glass. I've noticed that Ruby has been a little distracted recently. I have no idea what's going on, other than she's a sixteen-year-old hormonal teen.

It's probably nothing as serious as Mr. Styles is making it sound. He's a first-year instructor, very young, couldn't be more than eight years older than Ruby herself. Hopefully he's just being overly cautious.

My reply:

Mr. Styles,

Tomorrow will work best for me. Thank you for your concern, and I look forward to speaking to you.

Regards,

Amelia Oliver

***

I hate to be rushed; I got out of my office later than I'd expected. I don't have a moment to change clothes before my meeting with Ruby's math teacher.

I work in a corporate office requiring me to wear clothing that I despise, such as these insufferable heels, my knee length pencil skirt, and this stupid top which is bloused around the collar leaving the top arc of my breasts on display, which is the most exciting part of the ensemble.

I'd prefer to be wearing jeans, it'd be more comfortable attending a meeting that I'm not looking forward to in the first place. I'm ready to get this over with, it's been a long day and I need to relax. My chair and bottle of wine are calling to me.

'Come home old friend, you know that we're all you need.'

I sigh desperately trying to ignore my internal monologue.

I don't have anything against Mr. Styles; actually, it was rather pleasant speaking with him during meet the teacher evening. He's wise beyond his years, and devastatingly handsome.