Chapter 12: Escape and Emergency

Five weeks until prom

Calvin rolled out of bed and flicked on the light switch. The lights in the tree house clicked on, and the blinds opened, letting in the soft light of the surrounding forest. Beside Calvin, Susie softly snoozed under the covers. She'd asked to escape for a while after a bad fight with her mom, and Calvin had suggested they camp out for a couple days in the woods during a long weekend.
"Morning," Calvin nudged Susie. She rolled over and grunted. "Nooo, turn the light off, mom."

Calvin leaned over and blew a raspberry next to Susie's head. She shot awake and tumbled out of bed with an indignant squawk. "Calvin!"
A second later, Susie's brown eyes appeared over the edge of the bed, her eyebrows furrowed in a deep frown.
"Oh come on!" Calvin laughed. "You can never stay mad at me." He hopped up on the bed and held out his hand. Susie grudgingly took it and climbed back up, but her frown melted when Calvin pressed his lips to hers.

Here be some sexiness. Skip ahead if you can't handle it.

Calvin reached under the flimsy pajama shirt that Susie wore, as she ran her hand down his chest. Susie let out a small gasp as Calvin lightly squeezed her breasts under her shirt. Calvin rolled onto his back, and Susie sat on top of him. She slipped her shirt off, and Calvin leaned up, teasing her breasts and nipples with his tongue. Susie leaned forward and pushed Calvin down into another kiss, before swinging one leg off him. Susie slipped off her pajama pants and lay down on top of Calvin. She began to move down, taking Calvin's pants with her.

Soon, Susie came face to face with Calvin's straining erection. She lightly began stroking it up and down. Calvin closed his eyes and exhaled loudly. Susie took this as her cue to go faster. After a minute, Calvin grabbed Susie's hand and guided her back up the bed. Susie turned around and lay down on top of Calvin, presenting her wet center to him. Calvin reached his head up, and ran his tongue from one end of Susie's slit to the other. Susie gave a shuddering gasp at Calvin's touch, before returning her attention to Calvin. She cautiously bent down and took the head of Calvin's member into her mouth. Susie gasped and shook as Calvin's tongue hit a sensitive spot. Calvin eventually stopped and tapped Susie's leg. "Turn around."

Susie turned and straddled Calvin again. She reached between her legs and maneuvered Calvin's penis into place. Susie pushed Calvin inside her and sank down with a quiet yelp. Soon, Calvin and Susie's hips were touching. Susie began grinding her hips back and forth as Calvin thrust up into her from underneath. As Susie moved up and down, Calvin placed his hand on her mound and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Susie threw her head back and grabbed her breasts, opening her mouth with a deep gasp. Her breathing became shallow, and Susie practically threw herself forward. She landed on top of Calvin's chest, and he pulled her in for a deep kiss.

Without missing a beat, Calvin got to his knees on the bed and flipped Susie over so she lay on her side. Calvin lifted one of Susie's legs over his shoulder and thrust into her. Almost immediately, Susie's eyes shot open and her breathing sped up. As Susie and Calvin continued, a piece of paper fell the floor off the desk and fluttered to a stop on the floor.
Meanwhile, Susie was so far gone, all she could do was clutch the sheets and moan. Calvin hammered into her as fast and as hard as he could. Susie's breathing shallowed and her eyes rolled back as she came hard. Calvin's climax followed soon after, and both teenagers fell back on the bed and snuggled up to each other.

Sexiness is over. You can open your eyes again.

"Wow," Susie breathed, feeling her heart rate finally slow down. "That was…"
"Wow," Calvin agreed. "I wish we didn't have school today."
Susie propped herself up on one arm. "Please tell me you aren't about to pull some tasteless line about us staying here and doing it all night and day. This isn't a country song."
Calvin smirked and put on an exaggerated cowboy accent. "Little lady, I ain't Superman, but even if I was, I ain't that cheesy."
Susie laughed and thumped Calvin's shoulder.
A second later, Calvin stood up. "You want to dance?"

"What? Now?" Susie asked. "We're naked."
Calvin stood in the center of the floor and opened his arms. Susie smiled and rolled her eyes with an exaggerated sigh. She stepped over to Calvin and let him wrap his arms around her, as the stereo began playing.

"I don't like my mind right now.
Stacking up problems that are so unnecessary.
Wish that I could slow things down.
I wanna let go but there's comfort in the panic."

Calvin and Susie twirled around the room, their practice long since paid off. Susie spun around Calvin, hands above her head, until she revolved back into his arms. Calvin let Susie's momentum carry her backwards, until she leaned back, at arm's length. Calvin stepped back and lifted Susie out of the lean. Susie bumped into Calvin's chest and stepped back, as he broke away into a quick solo. Calvin shimmied across the floor, and then without warning, leaped forward and sprang backwards off the steps. Calvin flipped over backwards and landed beside Susie. As the final chorus roared from the speakers, Calvin spun Susie around and put an arm around her waist. She leaned in, and their lips met in a fiery, passionate kiss.

"I'm holding on! Why is everything so heavy?
Holding on, to so much more than I can carry!
I keep dragging around what's bringing me down.
If I just let go, I'd be set free
Holding on! Why is everything so heavy?"

The song ended, and Calvin broke the kiss. Susie's lips lingered in the space between for a second, before she opened her eyes, breathing heavily.
"Do you ever do anything halfway?" she asked.
Calvin gave his trademark smirk. "Nope. It's a gift, really."
"I'll say!" came a voice. Calvin and Susie whirled around to see Hobbes lounging on a bench against a wall. Susie bolted to the bed with a small eep and grabbed for the duvet, frantically covering herself. Calvin stood there with his arms crossed. "How much did you see?"
"Not much," Hobbes shrugged. "I only woke up when you two started playing the music. You seem to be dancing naked, but I do all the time, so whatever."

Calvin pulled on his boxers. "Would you mind going back to sleep till we're both dressed? You're creeping Susie out."
Hobbes shrugged again and turned around to face the wall, before curling up on his tiger bed.
Calvin turned to Susie and gently lifted the duvet over them both. "Hey, you."
Susie smiled in the semi-darkness and softly pressed her lips to Calvin's. Calvin smiled and held Susie close, listening to her heartbeat and running his fingers through her hair.
"I hate to interrupt," Hobbes called from across the room. "But I don't hear you two getting dressed, and school starts in twenty minutes!"
A mad panic ensued.

Twenty-three minutes later, Calvin's chopper roared into the school parking lot and screeched to a halt. Susie jumped off and sprinted to the school's front door. Calvin unclipped his backpack from the bike and lazily strolled towards the door.
However, before he even put his hand on the handle, the door swung open, and Calvin looked up to see an unfamiliar face staring at him.
"No gang members allowed on campus," the stranger snapped. "Get out of here before I call the cops."
Calvin froze, at a loss for words. The woman cleared her throat. "Do I have to repeat myself, or get my pepper spray?"
"Um…" Calvin stammered. A second later, he was saved by Cheryl. "Calvin?" she called across the hall.

"Cheryl!" Calvin exclaimed. "What's going on?"
"I'll tell you what's going on!" the very tall, very cross woman snapped at Calvin. "Mister Spittle has retired, and I am his replacement, Miss Ratford. And there will be no gang members on campus as long as I am principal!"
Cheryl rushed over. "Miss Ratford, Calvin is my friend, and he's not in a gang. I can vouch for him."
Calvin nodded furiously. Miss Ratford scowled, before stepping aside. "If you're lying, I will not only kick you off campus, but have you arrested."
Calvin and Cheryl slowly rounded a corner, and broke into a sprint as soon as the dragon-lady was out of view.

During recess, Calvin sat down at a table with Susie, Cheryl and Jimmy.
Cheryl nudged Susie. "So you've met our new overlord?"
Susie shuddered. "It was horrible. She cornered me in the hall and accused me of smoking weed!"
"Were you?" Jimmy asked. Susie gave Jimmy her patented 'Are-You-Kidding-Me' look. "Obviously I wasn't, but she said it must have been the reason I was a few minutes late."
"She accused me of being in a biker gang and threatened to call the cops on me," Calvin snapped. "That stick up her ass has a stick up its ass."
"How is that even possible?" Jimmy tilted his head. "She wouldn't even be able to walk."
Calvin patted his friend's shoulder. "It's an expression, Jimmy. I'll explain later."

Just then, the school's intercom system turned on.
"All students, report to your homerooms!" Miss Ratford's voice screeched from the speakers.
Sharing confused looks, the four friends got up from the table and followed the crowd out of the cafeteria. At the stairs, Susie and Jimmy walked down to their homeroom in Mr. Stewart's class. Calvin and Cheryl headed up a level to Mr. Maxwell's social studies class.

As Calvin and Cheryl entered the classroom, Mr. Maxwell quickly shut the door behind them. "Quick; give me your sketchbooks and computers, if you have them."
"What's this about?" Cheryl asked, handing over her iPad.
Mr. Maxwell grabbed Calvin's sketchbook. "You would have met our new principal by now," he said as he inserted a key into the nostril of the giant stone Roman head that formed the bottom of his desk. At the turn of the key, the statue's entire face swung on a hinge, revealing a space stuffed with other students' books, computers and tablets.
Mr. Maxwell slammed the statue's face shut and locked it. "She's going through all the homerooms and confiscating everything that's against her new code of conduct. I don't know how she can do that, but she's doing it. I'll give your stuff back when she leaves, but don't bring it to class again."

Just then, someone knocked on the door of the classroom. Miss Ratford strode in and sniffed disdainfully as she peered around the room. "Turn out your backpacks onto your desks and stand behind them in silence." The students did so, and Miss Ratford began stalking through the rows of desks, pulling a large garbage can behind her. Predictably, she made a beeline for Calvin's desk and began rifling through the contents of his bag, which included Hobbes. "Well, if it isn't the Hell's Angel." Ratford lifted the stuffed tiger with a scowl. "What is this?" she sneered.
"My girlfriend gave it to me," Calvin lied smoothly. "It's a keepsake."

Miss Ratford snorted. "No, it's a toy, which means it's not allowed on campus." With that, she tossed Hobbes into the trashcan.
"Hey!" Calvin jumped forward to grab Hobbes, but Miss Ratford whipped out a red can and held it in Calvin's face.
"You put your hands on me, you will be in jail with the rest of your biker gang buddies before the day is out!"
"Please, give him back!" Calvin exclaimed.
Miss Ratford purpled. "I said stand in silence!" she shouted. "You have detention after school! As for the toy, I'll dispose of it later. If you wanted to keep it, you should have known not to bring it onto campus!"

Ratford continued patrolling the desks as Calvin seethed. Even Mr. Maxwell's jaw had dropped in astonishment. Ratford confiscated several comic books and fiction novels from people, an action figure from another boy, and six diaries from girls in the class before she stomped out, leaving the classroom thick with anguish and rage. Cheryl had had her diary taken, and she stood by her desk with her hands balled into fists, holding back tears. Calvin gripped the back of his chair so hard his knuckles turned white. Don't worry Hobbes. I'm coming for you, buddy.

Mr. Maxwell stepped over to the statue and shakily unlocked it, handing people's books back to them. When everyone had received his or her property, Mr. Maxwell cleared his throat. "I highly recommend all of you take your stuff home before she has a chance to search this place again. If anyone asks, you have permission to go home from me." The classroom emptied and everyone made a break for the school's front door. Calvin sent a text to Jimmy and Susie. Emergency. Meet Cheryl and me at my house ASAP!
Twenty minutes later, at Calvin's house, Cheryl opened the garage door as she heard Jimmy's hover car pull up. Susie and Jimmy ducked under the rising door. Susie's jaw was clenched, while Jimmy looked like he'd actually been crying. His circuit-patterned beanie was nowhere to be seen, the blue USB drive was missing from around his neck, and his backpack was gone.

"That bitch," Cheryl gasped, running over to Jimmy and pulling him into a tight hug. "Are you okay?"
"He's not okay," Susie whispered to Calvin. "Ratford literally wrestled his backpack away from him and gave him a month of detention for fighting back. He wasn't in a state to even walk, much less drive." Susie sniffed. "She took my diary, too. There's a lock on it, but it's not Fort Knox." Susie paused as Calvin's eyes finally brimmed over. "What's wrong?" she asked quickly.
Calvin sniffed and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. "She took Hobbes."
Susie's mouth fell open, and she leaned into Calvin's shoulder.

Calvin clenched his jaw, and spoke up. "I've changed my mind."
Everyone turned their eyes to him, as he continued. "Moe isn't the primary target of our plan any more. Ratford is."
"What are we going to do?" Cheryl asked.
Calvin shook his head. "I don't know for now, but I'll sure as hell think of something for the long run. In the meantime, let's go get our stuff back."

Author's Notes:
Yikes. Hope no one saw THAT coming!
I based Principal Ratford on a combination of a few loathsome characters:
The Trunchbull from Matilda
Dolores Umbridge from Harry Potter
Nurse Ratched from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
She is also loosely based off a person in my real life. (Shudder)
Anyway, the next chapter will be ready soon, so get ready.
-the Seacopath