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6:00AM… BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! Pam knocked the alarm clock off of her cherry wood nightstand without any thought. Another day had already come upon her and she was indeed grumpy. Her body felt as if she had just went to sleep; but in reality she had gotten a total of 7 hours.

"Fuck," Pam mumbled under her breathe as she knew what awaited her at work; lesson plans, staff meetings, data walls, LO&DOL's and a whole list of other shit that didn't matter to her. She was a free spirited Art teacher who saw her students only once a week. The sad part was, she was doing more talking than creating art with her students. That always put a damper on her mood, which made waking up a bitch. Dragging herself out of bed, she headed straight to the shower. Turning on the water, steam instantly filled the bathroom. Slipping out of her pajamas, she stepped inside the shower; letting the water beat down on her aching muscles, cleansing her for a brand new work day. Twenty minutes later she is wrapped in a plush white towel looking through her closet for something to wear. As she skimmed through her clothes, she realized everything she owned was mostly black and gray; her two favorite colors. She decided on a simple black button down shirt and wide leg gray pants; four inch black boots finished the ensemble. Pam's wardrobe was neither simple nor extravagant; it fell somewhere in the middle. She was the type of woman that looked sexy in anything she wore.

An hour later, Pam was in a hurry as she put on her Chanel lipstick. She threw all of her belongs in her tote and grabbed her laptop from the dining room table. Sitting them down quickly next to the door, she ran back into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and an apple; soft blonde waves bounced with each step. She is now officially running late and she knows she will have to hear about it from Principal Thornton. She grabbed her things and walked briskly to her car and got in. Slipping on her shades, she backed out of the driveway and sped away.

Pam pulled into the Shreveport High parking lot at 7:56AM; she needed to be clocked in by 7:45AM.

"Fucking great," Pam muttered under her breath as she glanced down at her Rolex. Walking inside, she went straight to the bio-metric clock to avoid any more trouble she knew she would be in. After clocking in, she went to her room to set up for her first class. Luckily, her planning period was from 7:55-8:50AM, so she had some time to herself before her students showed up.

As she looked up at the clock, her class would be arriving at any minute. Taking in a deep breathe, Pam ready's herself for her first class; Drawing I/9th grade. Fifty-five minutes later they were leaving her room, going to their next class. As Pam stood in her doorway waiting on her next class, she saw Principal Thornton strutting down the hall way. Avoiding her like the plague, Pam stepped back inside her classroom before she could be seen. Too bad the principal was on her way to Pam's room anyway and not just walking the halls on her daily rounds.

"Ms. De Beaufort, I need to see you in my office after school and please DON'T be late," Principal Thornton demanded with a slight look of anger in her eyes.

"I'll be there," Pam answered not hiding her annoyance.

XXX

The rest of the day was as uneventful as any other work day. Grading work, lecturing instead of creating….that was Pam's hell she was stuck in. When the bell rung, she knew what awaited her; a meeting with "the bitch." She calmly made her way to the principal's office. When she arrived, her door was slightly cracked. As she peeked in, she saw Principal Thornton standing at her bookshelf reading, deep in thought. Her black onyx hair hung over her shoulders as she focused on whatever it was that had her attention. Pam skimmed down her form slowly. This was the first time she noticed that she was sexy. She wore a professional, but classic black dress that hit just above her knees; sheer stockings and red bottomed black six inch stiletto heels completed the outfit, and her sculpted leg muscles. She sparkled with diamonds on her ears, neck, both wrists and her hands; but not her ring finger. Pam knocked softly pulling Principal Thornton out of thought.

Looking towards the Pam, she pulled her glasses off and signaled towards the door.

"Come in, glad to see you're on time," Principal Thornton said. Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

Pam bit her tongue and smiled to keep from saying what she really wanted to say.

Walking over to her desk, Principal Thornton took a seat and instructed Pam to do the same.

"So, I've been looking over your clock in times and it shows that you've been late 9 times this month…care to explain that," Principal Thornton asked sternly.

"Well, honestly Princi…"

Pam was interrupted before she could finish her sentence. "Call me Ms. Thornton if you don't mind."

"Okay…Ms. Thornton, to be honest with you I don't have a first period class so, I don't have a sense of urgency to get here at 7:45. Now, if I did I would be here on time every day, but when I'm late a couple of minutes it's just not a big deal to me," Pam answered with a hint of sass behind her voice.

Ms. Thornton just sat and listened, as she chewed on the end of her glasses; speechless. She couldn't believe that this woman was actually saying this to her. Of all her 5 years of being principal, she has never had a teacher talk to her like this before. She didn't know how she felt about it; was she intrigued or was she pissed off…pissed off it was.

"Are you kidding me Ms. De Beaufort? Are you really going to use that as an excuse? It doesn't matter if you don't have a first period class, you are contracted to be here from 7:45AM-4:00PM no ifs, ands, or buts about it! Do I make myself clear?"

Pam bit the inside of her mouth so hard that she tasted blood; in order not to say anything inappropriate, which was hard. Pam was the type of woman who spoke her mind; consequences be damned. She stared at the woman; more like glared at her before she answered heatedly.

"Crystal. Is that all," as she stood and walked towards the door before she heard Principal Thornton's response.

"Yes, that is all Ms. De Beaufort…do have a good d…" The door slammed before she could finish her sentence.

Ms. Thornton, sat back in her leather chair and smirked to herself. She had to admit, she was attracted to women who were assertive.

XXX

Walking back to her classroom, Pam slammed her door and walked over to her desk. She was fuming as she packed up her paper and other belongings to go home.

"Where the fuck does she get off talking to me like that? Like I'm some fucking child…such a bitch," she mumbled to herself. She heard a soft knock at her door that interrupted her fussing.

"Come in," Pam yelled.

"Are you okay," Jessica asked peeking in. Jessica taught Chemistry and was one of Pam's closest friends at school.

"Oh, hey Jess…yeah, I'm ok," Pam said, but of course she was lying.

"Well, by the sound of your door slamming a few minutes ago, I don't think so," Jessica said with a soft smile on her face.

"Yeah, I'm not okay. I just got back from a meeting with Ms. Thornton and she basically chewed my ass out for being late 9 times this month. Oh and let me add each time was no later than 15 minutes. I mean seriously who the FUCK cares! All I do when I get here is sit in my room for an hour before my students show up. I literally don't have shit to do; no class or anything. Why does it matter if I'm late as long as I'm present before my first class starts?" Pam asked as her cheeks reddened in frustration.

Jessica wanted to tell her that she should try to be on time every day, but being a good friend she just let her vent.

"I'm sorry," was all Jessica offered Pam.

"Thanks Red," Pam said smiling back at her.

"Okay well I'm going to head out."

Jessica stood and made herself towards the door; she stopped before she opened it. "I'll see you tomorrow. Oh, and I'll bring you a coffee if you're on time."

"We shall see," Pam answered as Jessica left.

XXX

She packed up the rest of her stuff and left as fast as possible. Walking down the hallway, she eyed her cellphone checking a text message from her younger brother Eric; he was the gym teacher where Pam worked.

Butthead (Eric): Where the hell are u?!

Pam: I'm leavin' now, what is it?

Butthead (Eric): U wanna grab a beer w/me?

Pam: ….

Pam: Not 2nite, not really in the mood…. maybe this wkend.

Butthead (Eric): Ur loss Miss Piggy!

Pam: I hated when you called me that as a kid and I HATE IT NOW asshat!

Butthead (Eric): LMAO!

She still had her head down looking at her phone when she ran into someone.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you….oh, Ms. Thornton," Pam replied. She was instantly pissed, but she didn't let it show. "Sorry about that."

"Not a problem Ms. De Beaufort," Ms. Thornton replied nicely. "Do be careful when you're texting and walking dear."

"Sure," Pam answered as she walked past the woman rolling her eyes.

Before Pam opened the door to leave, she heard Ms. Thornton yell out. "Do try to be here on time tomorrow."

Pam didn't even turn around or acknowledge her comment; she kept walking. If she would have stopped and looked through the glass window of the door, she would have noticed Ms. Thornton checking her out with a seductive smile on her face.