It’s the end of the day already

You find yourself amazed how quickly the time went by as if you never moved from Nadia’s office door. Eight hours had somehow flown by as it was now the end of the day and you are right back at her office door. You knock on it as you hear her voice say, “Come on in, Alex. I appreciate your promptness.” You open the door and see that Nadia has let her hair down instead of the tight usual bun. “Sorry about the messy hair. When the school day is over, the bun can come down~” she said gleefully and continued, “Please have a seat.”

You put down your backpack and take the seat you had been in at the start of the day. “Thanks for having me, Mrs…I’m sorry, Nadia.”

She smiled coyly and said, “Good boy. It’s always a pleasure to spend quality time with one of my favorite students~”

You chuckle and say, “I would have never guessed that I was one of your favorites. Considering I seemed to find my way in here more often than most students.”

She chuckled and put her hands in front of her face as she leaned over. She quietly said, “This is very true, but I thought you were just wanting to spend time with me. Word gets around about the hot principal…”

She wasn’t wrong at all. Despite her stern and serious nature, most of the boys talked about how hot she was in her professional suits. They would argue whether or not she was a model or what sport she played to get herself into the shape she was in. Personally, you and your friends always would have debates about the hottest teachers as she was always number for the group. She had a perfect body and despite her age being her mid-thirties she actually looked to be in her mid-twenties thanks to her mixed heritage of Indian-American. Her flawless mocha skin with her only flaw being a beauty mark above her left eye. One of your friends tried to convince the group that she looked exactly like the actress, Amy Jackson. You could kinda see it but you thought she looked better now that her hair was down.

“Helloooo? Whatcha thinking about, Alex?” Her big brown eyes shimmered as she waited for your answer. You notice the top two buttons of her dress shirt were undone and ask yourself (Wait…where they always like that?) You could see a bit of the purple lace of her bra before you remembered she was trying to get your attention.

You quickly return your eyes to her eyes and say, “Just thinking about some stuff…I-I’m sorry can you repeat your question.”

She chuckles and says, “Alright weirdo…so I was asking how your senior year was going.”

You keep fighting the urge to stare at the purple lace poking out and contrasting perfectly with her mocha skin. You manage to say, “It’s going good just trying to figure out if I’m doing college like my sister or going straight to working.”

She made a “tsk tsk tsk” sound with her tongue as she said, “Alex…you can definitely do both. Don’t limit your potential. Personally for me, I went to uni as well as modeled as a full time job.”