Chapter 12 You Trained For This… #2
“You should learn your place, Addams,” Bryce shouted as a crowd formed. The girls’ forgotten gossip hung on their lips as they turned their attention to the fight ahead.
Scott laughed, pulling his hoodie overhead to reveal his school uniform. “Funny I was going to say the same thing.”
“You think you’re untouchable just because your uncle runs the school you got another thing coming,” Bryce instigated, red in the face. Interesting, that would have been helpful information to know. Why didn’t I pick up on that sooner?
“Well, you know what they say.” Scott laughed even harder.
He had moved so quickly that within seconds Bryce was on the ground, with a bloodied face as Scott landed a fourth punch.
“Get off him!” I shouted, even though every fiber wanted to watch in glee. The crowd froze in shock.
Bryce's teammates quickly came to his defense and pulled Scott away.
It took three of the defensive line to hold him back as another reared back to punch Scott; I moved before I thought, and his elbow planted into my nose.
A gurgled, pained scream left me, and the guy who did it immediately lost the fight.
“Shit Mia, I am so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Shit. Shit. Shit,” he muttered, trying to console me.
I pinched my nose as the blood started dripping, grabbed his welcoming hand and kneed him in the balls. Great, another mysterious bruise to cover later.
“I deserved that,” he grunted as he sank down to the floor.
“Let.Him.Go!” I demanded towards the guys still holding Scott, his rage clear in every line on his face, his dress collar bloodied from his split lip and a look of concern towards me.
“What is going on here?” a teacher pushed through the throng of bodies towards us.
“Good heavens, how did this happen?” She looked around and Bryce was pulling himself off the ground, the other football players having slid back into the crowd leaving Scott and me face to face.
“It was my fault Mrs. Diaz, I will take the blame,” I said, still cupping my bloodied nose. Fuck, why do these always bleed like a bitch? Good thing I won’t be going home anytime soon.
“Good Lord, what happened to your face Mia?” Mrs. Diaz asked with concern, lacing her voice.
“It was an accident, it’s no big deal,” I pleaded.
“She’s right Mrs. Diaz, Scott and Bryce just had a disagreement and Mia tried to stop it,” Katie added nervously.
“Principal office now,” Mrs. Diaz demanded in a furious tone, the disappointment clear on her face.
I flung my bag across my shoulder as we were marched out of the lunchroom. My stomach gurgled with the lack of food.
I dropped unceremoniously into a chair in the office waiting room across from Scott, Bryce having gone to the nurse.
“You fought well,” I chuckled under my breath.
The secretary shushed me, and I rolled my eyes.
“He was asking for the fight the way he manhandled you. I just finished it,” Scott shrugged nonchalantly. His lip was swollen, and the cut added to his rugged bad boy look.
“Where did you—” my words cut off by the opening of the principal’s door.
“Mia, why am I not surprised to see you back so soon?” Principal Moore sighed.
“Scott come on, we’ll have to call your mom,” he finished, and Scott grabbed his bag and followed behind. The door closed, and my nose stopped bleeding. I dove into my bag for cosmetics to cover the bruise. I couldn’t help but hear there was a heated discussion that was anything but quiet.
I tried to store away the information for later, but ultimately I struggled to keep up with the many accusations and slurs that were thrown. Scott may have been his nephew, but there was no love lost. I had just stashed the makeup back in my bag when the door flew open.
Scott stormed out yelling, “Fuck your party, I’ll clear out my shit by four.” I caught his arm to make him stop, but he shook it free and walked away. I didn’t know why I cared so much, but I couldn’t unpack that now.
“Miss Williams,” the secretary said, pointing towards the open door.
“Coming,” I briefly glanced back as Scott’s form had turned the corner. The door closed with a soft thud.
Principal Moore stepped around his desk and sat down with a tight expression, disappointed by today’s events.
It was the “in” I’d been waiting on for almost a year and the reason I was in this town.
I frowned as Principal Moore spoke. His tone was disapproving, and of course he was threatening to put me on suspension.
My nose throbbed from the impact, and I wanted badly to scratch it, but my hands remained motionless in my lap.
“I’ll have to call your father, Miss Williams,” he said in a serious tone, and I blanched.
That was not a practice response, but it was a genuine reaction when anything could disappoint Daddy.
I had already taken longer to complete this job than I should have; we still didn’t have the leverage, and Dad was losing his patience.
“We don’t have to call him do we? I mean it was a complete miscommunication and totally unacceptable. I’d just hate to bother dad on his business trips…” I trailed off, hoping the sincerity and plea in my voice would be enough.
“Miss Williams you know school policy when an incident happens we have to call the parents,” He pressed on. Fuck. Scrambling was not how I wanted this to go down; I was supposed to be in control. Now I had given it away at the slightest mention of Daddy.
“Principal Moore, please you can’t call my dad, I’ll do anything but you can’t call him,” My voice lacked the confidence to make that statement, and I was on the verge of losing his interest. A tear slipped down my cheek before I corrected it. I shivered and swiped at the liquid.
“Mia you’re a lovely girl, and you have a bright future but I’m afraid I can’t go against policy,” he continued, and that was my last chance, I had to seduce him or leave the whole thing to blow up in my face.
Seduction — that’s what they taught me. Be a good little slave and shut up, take this dick like the whore you are.
I blinked a few times and swallowed the memory.
This was too important to get stuck back at the center.
I needed to make Daddy proud. I stood up and smoothed my skirt down; it was the half-second I needed to fix my head.
“Are you sure there’s nothing we can’t work out? I mean, I will do detention this afternoon.” I unbuttoned my blouse as I batted my eyes and then looked away. It was that sultry voice that masked the panic, the one the trainers always enjoyed when I wasn’t fighting back.
“Besides, it would be a shame to skip meeting those recruiters. You took the time out of your schedule to make sure I could meet them,” Another button opened, and my eyes turned back towards him.
It was a challenge, a man’s need to take control of the situation.
I had to move slowly or risk fucking it all up.
“But you are right Principal Moore, I broke the school rules, I should learn from the consequences.” With the last button undone, the blouse fell open to reveal the lacy red bra underneath.
I had paired the color with my lipstick and was nervously biting my lip.
I waited with bated breath, inhaling slowly and exhaling even slower, watching as his eyes tracked the rise and fall of my breasts.
Come on, take the bait, dammit. I freed my lip, and it sprung back into place, my lips still parted as I mustered enough sexiness as I could.
God, I was cringing at my own actions. It was easier back then.
The men didn’t hide how depraved they were; they would have me on my knees by now.
Punishment for speaking out of turn. I batted my eyelashes, pretending not to notice how long I stood there on display.
“Miss Williams,” his tone said no, but his eyes said yes.
“Principal Moore.” I replied, still feigning interest even though I was holding back my gag.
My nervous system was on edge. I waited for them to come in — the rope, the whips, the gags.
They never came through; they hadn’t come for me these past two years.
I had to move. I had to follow through. Stupid little girl, just get it over with.
I walked around to his side of the desk and kneeled, placing my hands on his thighs.
I could see the bulge in his pants growing; there was no denying it.
“Shouldn’t I be punished for breaking the rules?
” My eyes rested on the bulge as I asked.
I needed him to think about that question.
If he was the sick bastard I had the pleasure of seducing, then he wouldn’t deny a punishment.
Punishments were exciting. If he put his principal mask back on, he would deny himself, and he had already gone too far.
The submissiveness came back like a ton of bricks, the trainer’s face flashed in my mind and it took every nerve not to shiver and remain neutral.
Moore’s hand gripped my hair and pulled my head sideways and upwards to look him in the eye.
I could see the lust clouding his vision and making his rationale disappear.
My face filled with a hint of fear, just enough to excite him more than my eyes glanced down at the disgusting bulge.
I would love to stab it, maybe put it in a vice and let him cut it off with a butter knife as the room burns around him.
Yes, his screams would echo around the burning wood as metal shingles fell.
Cut it off fast or die trying. The glee filled me; it grounded me, and I almost cracked a smile.
He jerked my head up, and I gripped his arm to stabilize myself as he pulled me upward by my hair. Gross, where’s the bleach to drink and disinfect myself from his stares?
“Get back to class. You’ll serve detention today, I will pick you up front when it is time to leave,” his voice barely contained the underlying excitement as he let go of my head and got up in a rush.
My breath was burning in my lungs. There was nothing new about this reaction, but still it shocked me just how much my body could be a weapon.
I robotically buttoned up my blouse and grabbed my bag, headed to my last class.