[ALEC POV]
I clenched my fists, imagining throwing fists at their smug faces. My damned friends—I'd make sure they paid.
Here in the principal's office were my parents sitting across from the principal, Mr Marcus, their eyes fixed on him.
Mum pressed her lip into a thin line as her eyes darted to the principal then back to me. "Honey, sit down on that seat." Her hand hovered over my arm, barely brushing my skin before pulling back, as if I were made of porcelain. "Your leg might hurt if you keep standing like that."
Of course! I'm their precious little son—at least, that's how they saw me. But….am I little? Nah, not at all, I owned every mini skirts here.
Nodding my head, I walked to the empty seat where Mum had pointed, sat down, and crossed my legs like I wasn't part of the damn situation.
"Now, why did you call us here?" Dad asked, his tone unpleasing as he lazily leaned on his seat, his gaze staring straight at the principal.
"Your son…" The principal's words faltered, his throat bobbing as he glanced nervously at my parents. Their cold, unwavering stares leaving him visibly uneasy— like a silent but unmistakable warning.
But he pressed on. "He's been messing around, which I assume you're both aware of. However, it's becoming more than the students and teachers can handle. I doubt either of you would be pleased if your son were in that position…" He paused briefly before continuing.
"I mean, being a victim of bullying, disrupting classes with his friends, picking on innocent students, disrespecting teachers, and other behavior I can't even begin to list. Actions like these would normally result in expulsion. But, given that you are the top shareholders of Crestwood High—and, of course, such well-mannered parents—I thought it best to call you in. I hope you can address your son's behavior. I don't want to expel him, but I felt it necessary to bring his conduct to your attention."
I fought the urge to scoff. Expell? Not like he can even if he wanted to. That would be a huge loss to the school.
Did I mention that my parents were practically asleep?
Mum blinked a few times, almost as if she hadn't been paying attention. "What did you say?" she asked, looking up from her phone. It was like she'd just woken up from a nap.
Dad wasn't much better. He sighed loudly, rubbing his temples. "Is that all? Can we leave now?" He asked, almost begging. "If you'll excuse us, we'll like to be on our way."
The principal, caught off guard, stammered before nodding. "Yes, of course. I just thought you should be informed."
Mum nodded once, then grabbed Dad's arm, practically dragging him out of the office. "Let's go, love," she muttered, and they were gone, leaving me alone with the principal.
I couldn't help but shake my head. What a joke. But I didn't waste time feeling sorry for myself. Instead, I stood up, ready to leave, but then the door opened again.
Mum and Dad were back. Of course.
Mum rushed back to me with a smile plastered on her face. "Oh, baby! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad!" she cooed, kissing my cheek. "Mummy loves you."
Dad gave me a quick, absent-minded pat on my back. "Good boy. Stay out of trouble," he said, barely looking at me as he turned to leave again.
Mum kissed my cheek and rushed outside to catch up with my dad.
"Did they even hear what I said? Or was I talking to myself?" The principal whispered to himself. There were no replies; just the shutting of the door was the next sound in the room.
The principal was staring at me, probably wondering how to handle my parents. But honestly, I didn't care.
With one last look, I bowed, turned and walked out. They might have thought they'd handled everything, but I knew this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
Oh, I still have an unsettled business to take care of. But before that, I'll deal with my two coward friends first. They dare left me when they were the ones that pull that kind of stunt in the first place?
Walking down the hallway, the familiar eyes of the other students fell on me. It's the usual stares of admiration, and envy that I have grown accustomed to. While some were literally glaring at me as if I was the reason for their bad day.
I smirked to myself, hands in my pockets, as I made my way toward the volleyball stadium.
"Hi, Alec." An angelic female voice called ahead of me. I looked up to behold a girl with chestnut-brown hair cascading down her shoulders and warm hazel eyes. Her delicate smile lit up the hallway as she approached.
My gaze lingered on the soft curve of her waist, trailing upwards. The way her dress clung to her figure made my throat dry, the perfect bust of her front accumulated—just exactly how I liked it.
Her cleavage was showing a little, and I couldn't seem to tear my gaze away from it. It looked fresh and inviting, how would it feel like to have those fresh looking melons on my palms?
"Hey," she waved her hands in front of me, snapping me out of my thoughts. "I've been talking for a while now."
Was I staring too much? The blush that crept up her cheeks was hard to miss.
"Oh, is that it?" I smirked. "Don't mind me. You look gorgeous." I licked my lips, already enjoying the effect I had on her more than I should.
Now that I looked closely, she didn't look familiar. Is she new here?
"Layla Paul, the new transfer student," she introduced shyly, her face turning a soft shade of pink as she avoided my gaze.
Layla? A name as beautiful as the person it belongs to.
"I assume you already know my name, or should I introduce myself again?" I flashed her a smile, making sure my dimples were on display. "For a beautiful girl like you, I wouldn't mind."
I'm not the type to drag things out, but I wondered why I was lingering this time. Being patient in this kind of situation wasn't just my style. But something about her just felt magnetic, like an unspoken allure that was pulling me in.
Just tell her you want to…
"Alec! Baby! I've been looking for you!" A familiar female voice rang out, so loud it made my ear twitch in irritation.
Who the fuck trying to ruin my moment?
My shoulders stiffened, and I turned my head sharply, my jaw clenching at the interruption.
Oh, my girlfriend. It was my girlfriend, Amanda, striding towards us with a gaze that could cut glass as she glared at Layla.
"And who the hell is she?" She hissed, her voice sharp and demanding, eyeing Layla from top to bottom.
She should have known me well enough that I didn't give two fucks, being all demanding like that is where I will cut the ties. Three hours ago, she was my girlfriend.
But now, my eyes are on something bigger, more impressive. My eyes shifted to Layla who stood calmly, unbothered by the whole spectacle unfolding before her.
Goodness. How can someone be this perfect? I'm already imagining the art I would do with her b**B's if I get hold of them. My fingers twitch with the thought of how soft she must feel.
Soon, very soon.
"What are you staring at? Alec, look at me. I'm your damn girlfriend!" Amanda yelled, trying desperately to tear my eyes that had already undressed Layla away.
"Let's break up. We are done."