Start of the week

Monday started with you almost falling out of bed when you were abruptly woken by a loud crack of thunder overhead. Making sure everything was okay, you started getting ready for work.

After your night with Jennifer, Saturday and Sunday had sucked big time. The weather was also foul to the point you and Maddie canceled dinner. As for Jennifer, after that video, you hadn't heard a peep from her. As time went on, you found yourself checking your phone constantly to see if she'd sent you another text or video.

Realizing you were obsessing, you made a concerted effort to sit down and look at the files Maddie had put together for you. In truth, you didn't understand much. A lot of it was designing stunts, injury reports, and fitness notes. But you did get names, faces, and biographical data of everyone on the team. God help you if Jennifer managed to pull off your promised harem. That would be 12 girls now and another 7 by the new year.

Shaking yourself out of your reverie, you carefully drive to the school, taking 35 minutes instead of the usual 15 to 20. You wade into the school from the lake parking lot. Stopping by the office, you have Alice pass along to Maddie that you are canceling tonight's practice.

That accomplished, you leave the office heading to the teachers' lounge. Passing by the library, you hear a female voice from down the hallway call out, "Ahh, Mr. Clarkson, just the man I was looking for."

Turning, you could see the principal shaking the rain from her umbrella. "I have a sneaky feeling it's about my wayward cheerleaders," you reply.

"More like the parents of. I've had to field more than a dozen calls from parents since Thursday about me putting "some random dude off the street" in charge of their daughter's team.

"Well, if you want my advice, tell them to talk to the superintendent," shaking your head, you continue, "I didn't ask for it, and you didn't want to have me do it, but here we are."

Left unsaid was that now that you were getting cheerleader pussy, you were going to do everything to keep it.

"The superintendent is adamant about no extra funds for cheerleading." The principal confirmed. "But if you could, see if you can do something for Beth Anne Riley and Lili Lee; those girls' parents are the loudest of the lot.

"I'll talk with Maddie and see what I can do." You advise your boss.

You start to leave, and Principal Smalley grabs your hand. "One more thing, Maddie told me about Friday morning. How she crapped all over you before falling apart."

You shrug. "It's no big deal. It's clear to me that she really cares about the team, and I'm sure hearing her mother's boss denigrating what she's passionate about was really hard to swallow."

The principal sighed, telling you, "She's heard that too much when Doug, my ex, found out she wanted to be an educator. He told her he couldn't understand why she would waste her intelligence being a teacher."

Unsure of what to say, you nod, saying, "Thanks for letting me know."

Breaking apart, the two of you go about your business. Arriving at your classroom, you unlock the door and enter, ready for the day.