Tent followed Principal Randall down the hall and into the office where she instructed him to sit. He slumped into the chair and watched her go into her office and shut the door. He looked around him to see that the secretary wasn't there. He took a deep breath. There was a chance he could sneak away and stop Kira before she did anything. Unfortunately just as he was about slip away, the door opened and Randall motioned for him to join her.
"I didn't do anything," Trent complained as he sat down across from her.
"I can't have you getting in trouble now can I, Trent. Think what your father would say," Randall simpered, leaning on her elbows. Trent glared at the woman. At that moment he wish he could tell the rest of the team that Principal Randall was really Elsa.
"You're not going to get away with this," he countered.
"Oh but see I have. You're here…and well…I think you know the rest," she said with a snicker.
At the other end of the school, Kira was knocking on Tommy's door. Tommy looked up and saw her standing there alone. He motioned for her to come in and she did so.
"Something wrong, Kira?" he asked as she stopped right in front of him.
"You aren't busy are you?" Kira asked and Tommy shook his head 'no'.
"It's….Ranger related," she added and Tommy went and shut the door. When he turned back around he nearly walked right into Kira. He noticed she'd tossed her bag on a nearby table.
"So what's up?" he asked again. She didn't answer him. She was twisting a piece of hair around her finger and seemed to be staring at a spot on the floor.
"Kira," he called, reaching out lift her head up. As soon as his fingers brushed her skin , she grabbed his wrist and shoved him against the chalkboard. She had to stand on her toes to reach his ear.
"What's up? What's up is that I want you " she breathed. Tommy tried to laugh, figuring she was just joking.
"Excuse me?" he finally managed to get out. His voice was unnaturally high.
"I want you," she repeated, pausing after each word for effect.
"This isn't funny Kira," he said, pushing her away from him. She pouted a little and began to unbutton her shirt. Tommy turned around and ran a hand over his face. This was insane. He needed to get himself out of this situation and quickly for both their sakes. He slowly turned back around and was met with Kira standing there in her bra.
"Put your shirt on," he ordered but she ignored him. She closed the gap between them and reached up and kissed him on the lips.
"I don't want to," she whispered against his lips.
"You're going to put it on now," he repeated more forcefully. She backed up and he breathed a small sigh of relief. Whatever game she was playing was not going to work. He perched on the edge of his desk as she reached for her shirt. Instead of putting it on she wrapped around his shoulders like a feather boa and slid into his lap.
"You don't know what you're missing," she laughed, tugging on the hem of his shirt. Tommy grabbed her hand and pulled it away.
"You are going to stop right now. I don't know what you think you're doing but it's not going to happen. We are on school grounds and this is completely inappropriate," he said. Once again she started to comply but stopped.
"Don't you think I'm pretty?" she asked, giving him another pout.
"Kira, you are sixteen. We shouldn't even be having this conversation," Tommy shot.
"Aren't you even curious…the things I could do to you," she baited. He stood up and started for the door, not even acknowledging her statement. His hand was on the handle when she let out a sonic scream. He fell to the floor, clutching his ears. As quickly as the sound wave had erupted, it was gone. He looked at the young woman before him.
"I want an answer, Dr. Oliver," she said coolly. Tommy slowly stood up, trying to keep his distance.
"No. I'm not curious in the least. And you know why," he answered.
"We'll see about that," she snickered, and grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him to her for another kiss. As she kept him there with her lips, she used one hand to begin to unbutton his shirt. He tried to fight her, to push her away but she only clutched him tighter.
"Kira, please stop," he begged once she finally let him come up for air.
"I don't think so," she laughed.
Back in Randall's office, Trent continued to glare at the woman. She matched his look, only glancing away to check something on her computer screen. He tried to see what it was but she was blocking his way.
"What makes you think I won't spill your secret, Elsa?" he asked finally.
"And risk letting your Daddy's secret slip too? I don't think so," she said with a smile. It made him grimace.
"You will never win," Trent spat at her. She just shook her head as something on the screen caught her attention. She let out a noise that sounded like she was excited and stood.
"I wouldn't go anywhere if I were you. Not that it really matters," she said and waltzed out of the office. Trent was on his feet instantly. He concentrated and blended in with the wall. He tried to run as quickly as he could towards Tommy's classroom. He had a feeling that's where Randall was going. He prayed nothing bad had happened.
Back in the classroom Kira had begun to weaken Tommy's defenses. He was protesting less often. He honestly felt powerless against the girl. She could cripple him instantly if she chose to. All she needed to do was open her mouth. Her lips were attached, leech-like to his neck while one hand slid along his arm, wrapping her fingers between his.
"Kira," he rasped, trying feebly to protest again. Her lips detached themselves and moved to his ear.
"Tell me you want me," she hissed. He swallowed, fighting the erection he felt growing. He couldn't do this. He just couldn't. It was completely wrong on so many levels.
"I can't," he answered. She leaned back so she could look into his eyes.
"Maybe this will change your mind," she teased, sliding out of his lap and onto her knees on the floor before him.
"No," he told her but she wouldn't listen. She reached up and was about to take hold of the zipper when the door opened.
Randall walking with purpose down the hallway towards Tommy's classroom. She had every confidence she would interrupt something inappropriate. After all, the spell was working. She reached the door and peered through the small pane of glass at eye level. She spotted Tommy sitting the desk, his shirt open. She didn't see Kira but she assumed the girl was working her magic. With a smile she pulled the door open and burst onto the scene.
"What in the world is going on here?" demanded loudly. Tommy jumped a foot off the desk, looking as red as a tomato. Kira looked up, annoyed at the intrusion.
"Absolutely nothing is going on, Principal Randall," Tommy tried to say but she held up a hand to silence him.
"This sort of behavior is not tolerated at Reef Side High," she spat at him, watching him hurriedly redo the buttons on his shirt.
"It's not what you think. I swear," he protested.
"I've heard enough. You are fired," she snapped and looked at Kira. She sighed but pulled her shirt back on.
Trent watched from his hiding place in the lockers across from the room. He'd seen what had been happening as soon as Randall opened the door. Tommy looked genuinely embarrassed and freaked out.
"You haven't heard my side of the story," Tommy shouted at her.
"Save it for the school board," she hissed and turned to Kira.
"Has this happened before?" Randall questioned.
"A few," Kira lied. Tommy looked at her in shock.
"This has never happened before," Tommy rebutted.
"Trying to hide your actions won't help you Dr. Oliver. Taking advantage of a student like that," Randall remarked, looking disgusted. With that she dragged him out of the room and down the hall towards her office. Trent bit his lip and went in search of Conner and Ethan. By the time he'd found them and gotten back to Tommy's classroom, Kira was gone.
"What's so important dude?" Conner asked.
"Dr. O is in huge trouble," Trent said. Just then the final bell rang and students began to pour out from classroom. He led his friends toward the front of the school where a group of students had stopped to stare. A marked police car was sitting out front and to their horror Dr. O was being handcuffed. Principal Randall stood a few yards away. Kira was nowhere to be seen.