Capítulo 7: Chapter 7: Evan

A few weeks la-ter...

"Evan Stewart," I whispered as I bent my head to the girl in the seat next tome.

She nodded, "I know."

I wanted to ask how she knew, but I didn't get the chance. She didn't introduce herself and then she flipped her dark brown hair to the side and stood up as the prin-cipal's door flung open. He didn't even say a word be-fore she started to stride towards him.

"Ms. Johnson. Mr. Stewart in here now."

Fuck!

His glasses were foggy, and I had a feeling I knew why I was being called in here. I'd been stupid. Out late and partying and ignoring my final exams. The same thing that I did every year. But this year was important. I'd been kicked out of my private school and the only school that would accept me was a public school, I didn't have any other choices. My mom cringed at my behavior and hit the bottle. The same way that she al-ways did whenever there was a crisis, and lately there'd been one too many.

I didn't have brains like my sister. No, my only tick-et out of my household and to get into college was foot-ball. It was what I lived and breathed for at the moment. And nothing was going to get in the way of those dreams. Even my finals.

"Sit down the pair of you," he demanded as he shut the door behind us and I noticed that as she sat down, she clung on to her bag as if her life depended on it.

She wasn't much to look at from the front but that ass...my head slanted to the side as I saw her ass perfect-ly squeezing on to the chair. Damn! I could sit back and watch that all day long.

"Stewart!"

Principal Hopkins reprimanded me as I completely lost focus while I kept thinking about her ass. I was more of a tits and eyes kind of guy, and her blue eyes sent me into a trance as she looked at me for a split second. I need to get more sleep, but with the noise in my house at times it's impossible, so I stay out late pretending that none of it's happening but then I'm not a great pretender at the best of times.

"Yes."

He pointed to the chair, "I thought that I told you to sit down."

I nodded like a good little choir boy.

"Sure."

I took a seat as he took a deep breath and then ad-justed his glasses, the silence in the room grew thicker. Just like my cock which needed to stop thinking about Ms. Johnson's ass. Somehow, I managed to keep my face still at that thought. I definitely should get some points for that shit.

He opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish in a bowl, and instead of putting us out of our misery, he took off his glasses and then wiped them. I watched as he gently stroked the sides and then as he stared with a menacing air at the lenses. He was at the end of his tether with me, but I didn't care. I was the quarterback, the star of the team and all I wanted to do was look at her. See if maybe she was thinking the same thing as me, or not?

I think the principal has the wrong job. He would be better as a police officer trying to get someone to confess to a crime. The antique clock chimed above his head. That was the only sound in the room and I hated the fact that he was trying to make us feel as if we were in an in-terrogation room or something. It didn't work, anyway, because I was too caught up in making my hard-on go away, which I was failing at badly with the object of my dicks affection so close. I needed to concentrate on something else, even if it was only the clock above his head. Which was nowhere near her ass. Crap! I thought about it, and once again, I shifted in the chair trying to hide my discomfort from them both, and I decided that the only thing that would make it go away would be to think of math problems. But even that wasn't working.

The principal put on his glasses and then his eyes shifted from me to her and then back to her and then me.

With an irritated sigh, he opened his mouth to speak but said nothing and I looked at her, and she met my gaze. I smiled, and she looked away. I was disappointed when she broke the spell that I created every single time a girl gazed into my glittering green eyes. I found myself even more disappointed when she didn't return the smile.

Fuck!

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