Idle outside and run across the Vice Principal.

Content with my new and improved rendition of the local lady facilities, I veered towards the center of the campus in aimless wanderlust, and a wind picked up my hair. I brushed it aside. Drunk it in. It sure felt good out here. Nothing like fresh air to keep the pores at ease. Or nerves. I didn't know what I was talking about.

Talking was overrated anyway. Thinking, too.

In fact, I just stopped thinking at all for a length of time, and let myself breathe, lids resting over my eyes, hands limp. I didn't bother to track it. Didn't bother to count. For just a vignette, I was a tree.

Maybe a hippie.

Only, a limitlessly powerful hippie. Really did put everything in perspective, to be honest.

When a pair of steps halted its own tracks in front of me some moments later, I wasn't surprised.

"Excuse me, young man. Shouldn't you be getting to class?"

I opened my eyes, but didn't move.

A woman's voice. Nice and classy. Probably with an effortless kind of look, despite taking an hour in front of a mirror to get the tangles out of her hair. Elegant curves. Healthy butt. Am I...

When I did spin around, I was treated to a more intimidating sight than I'd anticipated.

"...right?" The carefree smile on my face fell to the ground at a toe-tapping woman looking back at me. "Oh, crap."

Gulp.

...I was right, though.

The vice principal herself was standing before me, one hand on her pencil-skirted hip, and patience on the way out. Of course, I'm sure she was a nice lady and all. But she had a reputation for doling out sentences on the real infant terribles. I knew a guy who had a thing for penal graffiti once. Let's just say there's a reason I 'knew' him.

The woman nodded at me with skeptical coolness. "You were standing there for almost 2 straight minutes. If you're feeling sick, you could always go to the nurse's." One brow raised, the dark haired brunette woman continued, "Are you sick?"

"No."

"Then what are you doing here exactly?"

I paused. Didn't cut corners, I see. She was probably just walking up to the office when she saw me there, idling for who knew how long. I tilted my chin downward, discreetly leering at her from the heel to crown. It was a real blessing, to be given such hot stuff to head our school. Our principal was a full MILF, but her second in command, Heather Jannon, and as I could see before me, was nearly a decade younger and a lithe, pretty thang.

I faced her.

"What should I do?" I uttered to myself.