Rickey pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She leaned against the wall outside the enrollment office, one foot propped up on the wall. Black leggings clung to her skin and the schools skirt part of the uniform was a bit to short for her liking. "I feel like I'm in a damn cliche horror movie or stupid ass comedy." she mumbled. "You wouldn't be allowed to wear leggings in either of those movies." Mith smiled. Seth wacked him on the arm. "Mith! Don't talk to our daughter like that!" "I'm sorry my angel. She knows I'm just messing with her." Mith forced a smile.
"Mister and Mister...Smith?" the principle stepped out of the office looking at the makeshift family. He was around the same age as them. Late 20s early 30s. Pretty young for a principle. He stood at almost 6 ft and had a trim build. His dirty blonde hair was gelled back nicely. "Oh...shit." Rickey and Seth spoke in unison. Mith looked over at Seth. "Are you allowed to cuss? wait...don't tell me." "Sam...long time no see." Rickey looked at the principle wide eyed. "Our wedding night i believe." Samuel crossed his arms. "What?!" Rodrick echoed in Rickeys ear from a hidden ear piece. "How about we go into my office." Samuel turned and held open the door for them. Seth pushed Mith forward with Rickey walking in after them. Samuel closed the door behind him and sighed seeing Rickey sitting in his office chair spinning around. "No Rodrick, I am not discussing my marriage with you. It isn't your concern. What? No he didn't have a small dick you moron. We fucked like rabbits." She spoke ignoring the other three looking at her. "Ear piece." Seth told Samuel. "Good to see you Seth. Still following her around like a lost puppy I see."
The principle walked over to the chair and pushed it over just enough to make Rickey fall out of the chair. She stumbled to the floor but quickly jumped up like nothing happened. "So I'm guessing you know why we are here?" "You want me to sign the divorce papers. Answer is still no." "Fucking Rickey!" Roddrick yelled into her ear making her flinch. "No. The students with erased memories. I need to be enrolled as a student for work." She sat on the corner of his desk. Samuel approached her and put a hand on either side of her leaning in close. "Enrollment is no longer available my dear. I've got a better plan. And Rodrick was it? You will need to report to my office on your lunch break. I'm not a fan of fake teachers." he spoke into her ear. "...fuck..." the four partners spoke together.