Confronted By The Hall Monitor

Hidden camera show my ass! Tom thought to himself as he stood motionless watching Sheila and Mitch round the corner. Something is going on. There's no way that actually just happened. Either I'm going crazy or .... no I'm probably just going crazy.

Just then Tom felt a tapping on his shoulder. "What now," he started to say as he turned around half expecting to see some other school beauty standing completely naked before him. Unfortunately the only sight was that of the burly school hall monitor, Mr. Jackson.

Oh shit! I'm totally fucked, Tom panicked, Jackson saw me making out with Sheila and now he's going to send me to detention for life! Tom knew that his school barely tolerated hand holding between students. Getting caught making out in a hallway was grounds for suspension.

"Mr. Kennedy," the monitor leered while tapping the clipboard he was holding, "Its 8:15 and you are late for class. So unless you have a pass to show me ....." He held out his hand.

Tom had an internal sigh of relief: Phew! He didn't catch us.

"I'm sorry sir," he verbally responded, "I don't have a pass. I promise this won't happen again." He wished Jackson would just let him go. This day was weird enough so far without the added pressure of dealing with demerits.

Mr. Jackson let out an evil chuckle. He obviously got some pleasure out of inflicting misery upon the high school students. "Nice try Mr. Kennedy," he said as he began filling out a slip. "Just because you get to make out with our Ms. Foster every morning, doesn't mean you get special privileges about class attendance. You have to follow the rules like everyone else." He finished writing and then ripped a piece of paper from the tablet and handed it to Tom. "That's 2 demerits for being late to class. Now I suggest you grab your books and get going before I write you more for disobedience." He pointed with a stern finger to Tom's locker.

Damn, he did catch us. Tom panicked. He lowered his head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry about Sheila. It won't happen again."

"I sure hope not Mr. Kennedy. For now on you had better be on time to make out with Ms. Foster. If you screw up again, I might just write you up for being late to your 'morning make out session' as well. You're getting off easy this time. Now go!"

Tom was about to respond with shock over Mr. Jackson's comments, but the monitor again pointed to the locker. "Now!" He stated sternly.

Tom meekly headed to his locker, opened it, grabbed his first period math book, and then quickly headed off to class. All the while, the only thought in his head was: What the hell is going on?