You're in trouble at school. Again

Excited by last evening's events you get up early and get ready for school, leaving in ample time to arrive early. You can't wait to see Ashley, even the thought of her making your heart beat quicker and your cock twitch. You trot up the stairs to the school entrance and go in, only to be met by Principal Johnson, his expression stern and unforgiving.

"In my office Mr. Carson. Now." he orders. Pointing the way. Giving a sigh you follow him to his office, wondering how much trouble you're in for cutting classes and missing detention. In his office you sit in a chair facing him across his desk, waiting for his judgement.

"Well, Mr. Carson, not only did you decide to skip detention yesterday, but you chose to miss the entire afternoon session of classes. Care to tell me what you were doing? Or who you were doing it with?"

For a moment you think he knows everything you were doing yesterday afternoon, making you tremble a bit.

"Ummm...I just hung out. Walked around...stuff like that. I was on my own...just wanted to be on my own...think about stuff."

"Really. You cut class for the afternoon so you could engage in this internal philosophical dialogue with yourself. That's what you expect me to believe?" His voice is dripping with sarcasm.

"Ummm...yes sir. It's what happened....I know it was wrong....I've just been feeling a little messed up lately....wanted to get my head straightened out."

He stares at you, tapping a pencil on the desk.

"Well, I'm going to give you lots of time to straighten your head out Mr. Carson. You're on detention the rest of this week and all of next week. Consider this your final chance. Further infractions will have much more serious consequences." He makes a dismissive gesture. "You can go."

You mutter an apology and leave the office. Detention for two weeks really sucks, but you guess it could have been worse. You're walking down the hall away from the office when you see Ashley walking towards you. She looks worried, even a little scared.

"Hey, what's up?" you ask. "You don't look so good."

"I've got to go see Johnson. About cutting class yesterday...at least I hope that's all its about. Amy's mom called my mom last night and I got grilled about....about something that happened at their house." She gives you a worried, warning look. "I convinced mom that I had nothing to do with...whatever happened, but Amy's mom was really pissed, said she was going to find out who did it no matter what it took." She bites her lip nervously.

"I was just with Johnson. He gave me two weeks detention, for cutting yesterday, the asshole."

"Oh shit. Did he ask what you were doing?"

"Yeah, but I told him I was just hanging out on my own, thinking about stuff. Y'now, being a mopey teenager. He bought it."

She gives you a grin, and reaches out to touch your arm for a second.

"Thanks Jimmy! You're the best," she tells you before turning to walk away.