A detour to the principle's office.

Walking through the door to Ms. White's classroom you first notice the rows of desk re-aligned to focus on the open space next to the projector. It's a clear sign of presentation day, one that's given you a sheer heart attack before. Back when you where stupid enough to completely forget about a project. A humiliating mistake that you've vowed to never repeat.

So far only Shannon has arrived and is in her usual front and center seat. The freckled redhead didn't even notice you enter. She seemed more interested in adjusting her thick rimmed glasses as she leaned a bit too deep into her book.
Ms. White, however immediately perked up at the sight of you.

The young teacher's outfit was even more revealing today than usual. Her blouse cut low enough that the lacy black braw squeezing her sizable rack peaked out ever so slightly. Ms. White even had to pull her shirt up as she moved towards you, which only further proved just how loose the article of clothing was.

'Holy shit! This is going to be a good period.' You thought to yourself as she approached you. The fabric of your jeans beginning to strain around your groin as you observe every subtle jiggle she made along the way.

"Mr. Doe! You're uncharacteristically early today."

"Uh, thanks. I just wanted to be prepared. This presentation means a lot to my grade. Which I'm sure you know isn't exactly spectacular."

"I see. We'll I'm very pleased to see you starting to take an interest in your education. Unfortunately though Ms. Vickey has asked me to send you to her office. She has also taken notice of your grades and wants to discus support options for you."

"Oh? Really? Well that's umm... That's good." You chuckle nervously. "I suppose I do need all the help I can get."

"Excellent! Go and speak with her and I'll see you soon after." Ms. White said as she lead you towards the door. As you stepped out into the hall she said something very mundane, but in an oddly ominous tone that made your heart skip a beat.

"I'm looking forward to your presentation. John."

Ms. Vickey's secretary greets you and quickly ushers you into her office. Inside Ms. Vickey herself, a brunet in her mid thirties adorned in a sleek black suit, stares you down with an intense glare.
It's no secret that she's a bit upset about boys attending her school, which was originally one of the few female only schools. It survived up till just a few years ago as a private academy deemed not important enough for the bureaucratic battle to bring it into the public school system. That was up till your town's population began booming. Now it exists as an odd public academy **** to take on the overflow boys from other school districts.

"John Doe." Ms. Vickey finally speaks up. "I'm sure you're well aware of why you're here right now."

The taller woman pulled out a stack of papers before dropping it down on her desk with a thud.

"Five F's and a D. Several anonymous reports from staff for inappropriate behavior, some of which involves lewd actions. And enough tardy slips and absent reports for me to expel you on the spot. If you where one of my girls you would have been long gone ages ago, however, I refuse to have one of the first boys attending my academy flunk out! So I will be taking drastic measures with you Mr. Doe."

"What do you mean by drastic measures? I thought you wanted to put me into a support program."

"You are being put into a support program. A very special support program that all of our staff have agreed to participate in. You'll be getting a lot of one on one attention in class, but it also comes at a price."

"What do you mean?"

"As an academy this school is allowed to create it's own punishments for bad behavior. Yours will be quite extensive, so how about we begin slow. With the first and main part of your program."