Headmaster Office

Riley's heart pounds in her chest, her palms becoming slick with sweat; she cannot hear what they are saying but she is nervous. A few moments later, Carter comes out of the office looking sad and defeated. His shoulders slumped, he walks past Riley without making eye contact, his every step heavy with the weight of their transgressions. Riley watches him go, a knot forming in her stomach. She can't help but wonder what the headmaster had said to him, what punishment had been dealt.

As Carter disappears down the hallway, Riley takes a deep breath and enters the headmaster's office. The room is suffused with an intense aura of authority and power, the walls seemingly closing in on her. She takes a seat across from Headmaster Alexander, her body tense with anticipation.

The headmaster's eyes bore into hers, his gaze unwavering. "Riley," he begins, his voice measured and stern. "I had to expel Carter because some disburting rumors I heard."

Riley's heart sinks as the words wash over her, a wave of disbelief crashing against her senses. Expelled? The word echoes in her mind, the weight of its implications pressing down on her like a lead blanket. She struggles to find her voice, her mouth dry and words caught in her throat.

"But... Headmaster," she finally manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don't understand. Carter and I..."

Headmaster Alexander raises a hand to halt her, his expression unreadable. "I was afraid that you might be involve but Mr. Simmons siad you have nothing to do with what Carter did." Riley's heart skips a beat, a surge of relief mingling with her confusion. Mr. Simmons, who had caught them, had vouched for her innocence; so he kept half of his promise. But if she had nothing to do with Carter's actions, why was she called into the headmaster's office?

Then, she saw why Mr. Simmons had come around to the front of the desk and she saw the huge bulge in his pants and knew what he wanted from her. Mr. Simmons must have told the Headmaster what she had done for him and he wanted the same deal.

Riley's breath catches in her throat as she takes in the situation before her. The headmaster's intentions become painfully clear, his eyes filled with a twisted desire that sends a chill down her spine. Panic surges through her veins, but she forces herself to maintain a facade of calm.

"I... I don't understand, Headmaster," she stammers, her voice shaky but determined. "I've done nothing wrong. Mr. Simmons told you that."

Headmaster Alexander leans back in his chair, a smug smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Oh, my dear Riley," he says slowly, savoring each word. "You see, Mr. Simmons may have vouched for your innocence, but he also shared an interesting piece of information with me."