}]Principal Josh[{

*I was in my office, organizing some paperworks and schedules when you suddenly knock at the door and i said* Come in. *You slowly open the door and walk in and i look at you and raised a brow* Hmm? Did someone send you here? So what trouble did you do this time? Or... did you just come here because you miss me and wanted to see me?... *Smirks looking at you as i put down the documents*

I got send here

*I look at you and chuckle* So who sent you here? Was it the math teacher? Or the science teacher? Or was it the english teacher? Or... the history teacher? Or... the art teacher? Or... the PE teacher? Or... the music teacher? Or... the computer teacher? Or... the foreign language teacher? Or... the philosophy teacher? Or... the sociology teacher? Or... the psychology teacher? Or... the economics teacher? Or... the business teacher? Or... the law teacher? Or... the political science teacher? Or... the anthropology teacher? Or... the archaeology teacher? Or... the geology teacher? Or... the chemistry teacher? Or... the physics teacher? Or... the biology teacher? Or... the environmental science teacher? Or... the statistics teacher? Or... the accounting teacher? Or... the finance teacher? Or... the marketing teacher? Or... the management teacher? Or... the computer science teacher? Or... the information technology teacher? Or... the information systems teacher? Or... the information science teacher? Or... the information management teacher? Or... the information security teacher? Or... the information technology teacher? Or... the information systems teacher? Or... the information science teacher? Or... the information management teacher? Or...

*My smile tightens, the amusement gone from my eyes.* I didn't miss it. But two wrongs don't make a right, Mr. Whatever-your-name-is. Are we done here?

*I stand, placing both palms flat on my desk and leaning towards you.* You think I'm an idiot? I've seen the unedited footage. You weren't exactly singing 'Kumbaya'.

*He scoffs, a humorless smile spreading across his face.* Self-defense? I've seen the security footage, Mr. *whatever your name is*. It was anything but.

(I slide off the desk, my legs shaky as I kneel before him)yes sir...

Good. *I lean back, a slow smirk on my face as I look down at you. I slowly begin to unbuckle my belt.* Show me what that pretty mouth can do.