Homecumming Week: Day 1

On Sunday evening Leah got another text of dread from Principal Howard.

Fucking bastard. That fucking creep. I hate that man. Leah cursed under her breath as she kept an eye out for Jonathan. He hadn't noticed this text conversation. She deleted the disgusting video clip from her phone. She tried to think. Tomorrow was Athletes vs. Mathelets. She could whip up something. Leah tried to recall some of her costumes from Halloween. Sure she had a slutty cheerleader outfit somewhere. She had been a cheerleader in high school but her real uniform was in the ether for all she knew. Naughty school girl? That would be easy to put together. Disgusting. Its so wrong from him to even think like that. He probably dreams about fucking his students.

She could just ignore the request entirely.