"Professor Piper, I understand you're really busy, and you might have forgotten the school rule about not wearing hoods and hats inside. It's against the rules," I said to the slightly plump professor. He looked at me, the attractive brunette in the front row, and seemed unsure of how to respond. His chubby hands clenched on the pile of papers on his desk, and he reluctantly shifted his attention towards me.
"Yes, Kira. I'm fully aware of the school rules," he admitted.
"Well, I don't think anyone should get special treatment when it comes to following the rules. What do you think?"
Sadness clipped his face as he blinked, but he nodded his head in agreement and let his shoulders droop. I could hear the blood pumping through my veins as I slunk further into my chair to avoid the piercing gazes of my new classmates. Kira Xi had been baiting the instructors all morning, but none of them had fallen for her little trap until now. In the very last period of the day.
From the second that I stepped out of my Jeep Wrangler, she'd been watching me like a hawk. She and her group of loyal sycophants had made it their mission to get my hood off my head. I eyed her from the darkness of my jacket, taking in each of her features.
She would be described as pretty by most people. Thin, willowy form with golden skin and large doe brown eyes with bee-stung pink lips, Kira checked the boxes for most of the male population. If the herd of four followers wasn't enough to show she was 'Queen Bee' of this ridiculous shitshow, her uppity attitude certainly would.
Patiently, I waited for Professor Piper to utter the command. Kira may run the other suckers in this high school, but she sure as shit didn't run me. I had had enough people bossing me around, and this little girl wasn't making the list.
Suddenly, I wildly regretted choosing to be a student instead of an instructor. Time seemed to stand still as Piper gathered himself together. He patted a dry towel across his bald head and forced his chair back to stand unsteadily.
"Miss Vanderwalt, I'm sorry," and bless him, he actually did look sorry! "But I'm going to have to ask you to remove the hood. As Kira pointed out, it's against school policy for students to have headcovers outside of religious observance."
My tongue stuck to the top of my mouth when I tried to speak, but I swallowed my fear and squared my shoulders. "I don't believe I was asked if the wearing of my hood is religiously based."
His face reddened painfully. "Well, is it, Miss Vanderwalt?" Pretending to cringe, I closed my arms around my abdomen and folded into myself. He began to dig into the drawers of his desk. "If so, I can provide you with a pass to see the Zayn in order to have this observance documented."
With the patience of a saint, I delicately stacked the strewn papers on my desk. My eyes flickered to the clock directly above Piper's head. The bell was due to ring in less than 30 seconds. Fisting my hands, I stuffed them in my pockets and deliberately delayed answering.
"Professor Piper, I do believe this is something I should discuss with Zayn Summers. May I be excused?"
Kira's face was slowly reddening as well. She looked just about ready to burst with anger when the bell rang. Her body started to jangle, nearly throwing her out of the seat.
"Perhaps some other time, Miss Vanderwalt?" Piper offered. I nodded and stood, quickly jamming the papers he handed out into a blue folder and throwing the bag across my shoulders to leave. "Miss Vanderwalt?" His voice stopped me at the threshold; hesitation crossed his features briefly, but he steeled himself and spoke. "Please be careful. Miss Xi is not likely to stop coming after you soon."
The sour look on his face spoke volumes. This man obviously knew the lengths the tall brunette would go to for her own gain. I smiled at him as I pushed my hood back slightly and let the door close lightly behind me.
I have never been to high school. With two doctorate degrees before I turned fourteen, the entire institution made no sense for someone like me. So, under Garett's watchful eye, I went back to MIT and Harvard to test my absolute limits. Those days, though dim and cast under the grim cloud of my parent's deaths, are so close to my heart.
So when I stepped into the esteemed halls of Thungston Canyon High School, I wasn't prepared for the chaotic atmosphere. More than once, my body has been hidden in a tiny bathroom stall, trying to calm my rapid breathing. The Six had enough to deal with already. I was panicking because a few hundred kids behaving like maniacs would do them no good.
Sighing heavily, I turned north and walked down the streamer-covered hallway to my locker. The blue and gold hallways were decorated with big letters, streamers, balloons, bows, and other things that I couldn't identify, all centred around a single night called 'Homecoming'. Something similar happened at my alma maters as well, but we didn't dress up and vote a 'King and Queen' nor was there a large football game.
A grimace was on my lips as I finally stepped up to my assigned locker. This contraption was made from solid steel; it looked more like a narrow isolation chamber than a'safe' place to hold my belongings. Throwing my things into the slot, I slammed the door and spun around to head to the parking lot.
Anxiety rolled my stomach before I burst outside in the sunshine. Even though the parking lot was filled with Mercedes, Porsche, Audi, and even a bright fire-engine red Lamborghini, my Jeep was the centre of attention. All the students who had parked around me were long gone, leaving behind a gaggle of the popular kids, each one posting about their expensive rides across the lot.
Doing my best to ignore them, I pressed my wireless earbuds into my ears and tried to relax to the quirky tones of Doja Cat. Her happy tune brought a half-smile to my face and put a pep in my step. Oddly enough, Camron was the one who introduced her music to me.
His face had been red with embarrassment as he made the suggestion for my playlist, and he even hummed along to the beat under his breath. Outrageously tall, auburn-haired, with clear green eyes and the body of an adonis, Camron always surprised me. He was different than the rest of the six.
He connected with me on a friendly level, invested time in the things I liked, and always suggested that I try new things. My breath spazzed out of my mouth, and my pants dampened when I thought of the things he enjoyed doing with his talented tongue. Swallowing harshly, I tried to block out memories of his first sexual advance and my inability to tell him no, but they came forward anyway.
Camron had followed me to the server room dedicated to my personal office that night with his big hands stuffed into his jean pockets that day. As I opened each of the bracketed panels, he would turn his head the other way. Confused, I stood up to confront him but ended up trapped between his hulking frame and the fourth server that was permanently affixed to the floor.
My pants and pants were down at my feet in a heap as he freed one of my legs to stretch it over his shoulder. I remember grasping at the server on my back, struggling to find something to hold onto before his tongue sank into my folds. Camron was relentless.
I was out of my mind, begging and pleading, as he feasted between my legs. There was no way he could do this here; he had to stop. Anyone could come in and see us. He tongueed me lustfully as he proclaimed that no one ever came in that room, but he certainly made sure I did... twice.