Truth or Dare? [REWRITTEN]

¤Chapter 15¤

¤Chapter Fifteen¤

My phone vibrated in my back pocket.

"At least buy me a drink before trying to reach second base" I muttered to myself as I grabbed the perpetrator and unlocked the screen.

◈Group Chat◈

Angie:

>Madi I thought you weren't gonna skip class anymore! Where are you?

Sam:

>I swear if we don't all make it into the same college because of your shenanigans, I'm kicking your ass

Amy:

>Are you okay? I know you're pissed about Brendon but Mr. Pot saw the video Brittney took and called his parents

That's probably because he needs to go to the doctors, I thought to myself. If I never have to see that guy again I'll count my lucky stars. I'm currently standing in front of the school's entrance not sure if I even want to go in. How can I possibly learn anything after everything that's just transpired? Before I could turn to leave an authoritative voice yelled after me,

"Ms. Fields, my office now!"

I peeked through the glass doors to see a retreating bald head turning towards the administrative office. That glossy globe belongs to no one other than our precious principal, Mr. Pot. After being in his office one too many times I've learned that if I angle my head just right, I can kind of see my own warped reflation staring back at me on his polished scalp.

"Good afternoon, sir" I walked into the large, clustered office and took a seat in front of his desk. It was wider than the average desk and the rustic color was fading to something more grotesque. 

"So you are familiar with the time I see." He leaned forward, interlocking his clammy fingers and placed both elbows on the scattered sheets of paper splayed out before him. "Care to tell me why you got to school early in the morning, injured one of our star athletes, then proceeded to skip two classes only to reappear just in time for lunch?"

I flashed a cheeky grin. "I got hungry."

He was not amused.

"Do not get snarky with me, little girl!" His voice lacked composure while his breath lacked mint. I glanced at the crumpled hamburger wrapper next to the wastebasket. So he's got bad aim and, based on the raging online reviews of that particular burger joint, bad taste. This unfortunately lead to me tilting back slightly while trying to pacify my growing agitation.

I stared at the veins bulging on his temple in awe. "Okay Baldy Locks, you might want to calm down a bit"

His eyes flared. "You see this?" He picked up a half sheet of paper that was beneath his elbow and shook it haphazardly in front of my face. The breeze from his movements gave me a fresh whiff of his lunch causing me to recoil. "It's an expulsion form," Mr. Pot continued. "Brendon's parents arrived and threatened to sue the school if you don't get kicked out immediately."

My brows furrowed. "What the hell? Why didn't you tell me this sooner? Is that why you're so tense?" 

The poor guy must be terrified. All this time he's been putting up with my crap —and forcing others to as well. But suddenly he has to choose between getting rid of me, which would ruin his chances with my mom, or dragging the school through unnecessary public scrutiny, which will destroy our semi-prestigious reputation and quite possibly get him fired. 

Surely Dr. Elizabeth Fields won't be interested in a jobless man, not when she's so hardworking and strong herself. Every queen needs a king after all. The hair loss she could learn to accept, but how can he dare stand next to such radiating beauty if he's only subpar?