The First Dance

"First day and you already wrecked a statue. Good job, Mr. Adams," said the principal.

"I try," Jackson Adams smirked.

"What does this have to do with me?" I asked.

"You, Miss Scott, and Mr. Adams will be working together to work on the first dance of the senior year. It's in a month," the principal explained calmly.

"What?" I yelled. I'm used to making the dance as great as I can with my own committee. Not the baddest bad boy in the school.

"You heard me. And if either of you back out, you will not graduate."

"I'm top in my class. You couldn't do that."

"I can and I will." Jackson was just sitting there, smiling in amusement.

"Have a good day you two. And don't forget what I said," the principal said before leaving.

"Well, princess, looks like you're stuck with me," Jackson smirked.

"Looks like I am." I glared at him then rushed out of the office. This is going to be an interesting first month of school.