His Scarred Love

Chapter 2 - [The Principal's Office]

Sitting in class the next day was actually much harder than normal. I wasn't just bored today. I was bored and nervous.

      Apparently, after we had left, a bunch of police cars came. It didn't even end there... there was also an ambulance. I was lucky to have gotten away.

      I have to say though, there was a good side to what had happened. As promised, Justin gave me a hundred bucks, and another ten for causing such a commotion. He found it so funny. I thought it was funny too. At least until I got called down to the principal's office.

      "Mrs. Sanders." The women on the P.A. system called.

      "Yes?" My math teacher answered, looking to be somewhat annoyed that she was being disturbed in the middle of her boring ass lesson.

      "Would you send Nathan down to the office, please?"

      My teacher sighed. "Of course." She looked at me. "Again?"

      I got up with a frown. "I didn't do anything..."

      The kids in my class started to laugh. I wasn't trying to be funny, but I pretended that I was.

      I walked down the hall with my hands in my pockets, taking my time.

      A lot of the teachers knew exactly where I was going and chose not to bother asking. The hall monitor, an old, white haired but buff war veteran, who I had got to know very well, nodded his head at me. "What did you do this time?" He asked.

      I shrugged. "Dunno."

      He rolled his eyes. "Oh Nate."

      When I got to the office, Principal Jesse was sitting where she always sits. Thanks to my frequent visits, the office had become so familiar to me. It was a large office and her desk sat right across from the entrance. There were two comfy chairs on the other side of her and there were motivational posters on all the walls. I had the words on every poster memorized. To be honest, I think I come here more then I go to class.

      I grinned at Ms. Jesse.

      She was a fairly old woman who pissed a lot of people off. I personally didn't find her so bad, she cared about the kids, which was kind of funny. She had grey hair that was always tied up in a bun, somewhat cold, blue eyes and red lipstick. Her wrinkled face was not always smiling, but she had a nice smile when it was, and she always came to school dressed up like a business woman. 

      "Son, I'm calling you here because of a serious issue." She said, clearly not pleased with my grin.

      "Isn't it always a serious issue?" I asked.

      She frowned at me.

      "Sorry Ms. I didn't sleep well last night."

      "Is the guilt getting to you?" She asked me as she looked at me over her glasses.

      I raised an eyebrow. "What guilt?"

      She shook her head. "Nathan, people have told me that you were the one who kicked the soccer ball and shattered the window of Ms. Duncan's classroom."

      I shrugged. "People normally blame things on me." It was true.

      "I want you to be honest with me and tell me if it was you or not."

      I shrugged again. "It wasn't me, Ms."

      "Nathan, you can get into even more trouble if we have to find out ourselves."