Sitting on the floor, my ass is sore. Of course, I can't move though. Another detention for vandalism. I understand how they knew it was me, but I didn't understand why it took them so long to find out. I'd tagged the phrase Queer Revolution on the side of the gym. Who else would spray paint that on the wall besides the only out lesbian at school- Hell, the only out homo at school.
Anyways, all of the seats in the office are taken by new students, guest speakers, parents, etc. That's why my ass is on the concrete barely padded with a thin layer of carpet, if you could even call it that. However, down here, I can see directly up Student Body Vice President Sara Murphy's skirt. A little treat for my eyes as I wait for my doom. Sara Murphy always bounces between pleated skirts, yoga pants, tight jeans and dresses. On top of that goodness, she generally wears a thong which is a reason that I love having PE with her.
Usually, I would never peek a look at any girls because that would put me on the same level as those sexist pigs I'm always complaining about but… Sara Murphy is probably the sexiest girl out there. She's also the most intelligent and captivating girl I've met. Except, I haven't actually met Sara Murphy. I've just fantasized about it.
"Tegan Quin," comes Mr. Young's booming voice.
Thankfully, the loud voice forces Sara Murphy's eyes to glance at me. They smile at each other and I make a face. Fuck her for being so nice to authority, but fuck me for falling for someone so conformed to society. I follow Mr. Young inside his office. The room is small, decorated with trophies, medals and his credentials. It smells like stale coffee and faintly marijuana. For a second I check my pockets, hoping I don't feel the small baggie in my pants. I don't. It must be from an earlier bust. I sit down on the hard, worn-out sofa, looking up at him. He adjusts his pants and smiles at me, showing off the gap between his two front teeth as he sits down. I awkwardly smile back, nodding my head slowly.
"Tegan, Tegan, Tegan," he starts off, his eyes raking over my body.
Nervously, I comb my fingers through my mullet and chew on my labret. I always feel uncomfortable about Mr. Young. He's creepy. I always feel like he's checking the girls out, no matter how they look, i.e., me. I look up at him, hoping he's stopped checking me out and that he'll be getting on with assigning the punishment.
"Now, you've been… destroying my property."
I scoff, rolling my eyes at his word choice. His property, what a fucking prick.
"Hey, Tegan, you know our policy here at Southland. Vandalism will not be tolerated. You're a repeat offender, so I don't think Saturday school will cut it. We'll have to take drastic measures. Like, that off campus period you've got."
Immediately, my eyes widen and my mouth drops open to protest.
"Ah-ah-ah. Tegan, listen to me," he says, opening my schedule and immediately changing my fourth period off-campus to office/janitorial help. I roll my eyes, completely pissed.
"You're fucking kidding me," I spit as I stand up and grab my backpack. "That's bullshit."
He stops me, "Tomorrow, you'll be reporting to the office for fourth period, and if not… you'll have to face some serious consequences."
"Fuck off," I growl, ripping through the door and down the hall.
I accidently bump into Sara as I walk into the bathroom. I clam up and blush, smiling at her.
"Uh, uh… Sorry," I whisper, biting my lip.
"Tegan, right?" She asks, moving her hair from one side to another.
It's gorgeous, a perfect tawny colour that curls and waves dramatically depending on the day. Her eyes occasionally match the colour of her eyes, on the other occasions they are a gorgeous hazel. Her smile is bright and her top teeth are perfect aligned but her bottom teeth are jagged and point in every direction. She's got close to no acne and wears not a shade of foundation, however, she wears mascara. Her nails are always painted a different color. She likes to dress like a business woman and it dramatically feeds into the fetish I have. Right now, she's donned in a button up and a pencil skirt with a pair of black flats.
"Y-yeah," I blush even harder, trying to stop the rush of giggles. Shit, Tegan, calm the fuck down!
Sara smiles, "Queer Revolution, eh?"
I nod, even more embarrassed.
"Cute," she shrugs before leaving.
As soon as the door closes, I sink down to the floor with a huge smile on my face. Sara fucking Murphy just talked to me! Sara Murphy knows who I am, though… she is Vice President and it is expected that she know who every senior is. Still, she said cute. She called me cute, no, no she didn't. She called Queer Revolution cute. Oh my fucking god, all of my dreams have come true.
The door creaks as three girls step in and all of them are close friends of Sara's. I chew on my labret as I stand up. The girls all glance at me, chuckling. I slip my arms into my backpack and get ready to slip outside of the door.
"Dyke," one of them says.
I stop in my tracks and turn around, a smirk spread across my face. "May I help you?"
"You can leave," Sara's best friend, Norah sneers.
I lick my lips, "I know you guys aren't real educated on lesbian lingo but that's not our mating call. So if you want to fuck, just say so. I know that I'm kind of irresistible and I've been told that I'm real good at eating pussy but uh…"
The girls all three make faces that display their disgust with me and I laugh. I walk out, feeling on top of the world.
Sara fucking Murphy talked to me.
When I get home, of course I'm bombarded with my strict mother's constant questioning.
"Tegan Rain Quin, what the fuck am I to do with you?!"
Again, I roll my eyes and finish my dinner, "Realize that I'm not some robot that is going to conform to these pricks standards!"
I rush into my room, slamming the door and flinging myself on the bed. I start to giggle, moving my hands around my body, fantasizing that it's Sara touching me. I talk to myself, pretending it's Sara and everything feels alright.
