He froze and closed his eyes; he didn't need to turn around to know whose voice had just been cleared.
He turned slowly and sighed; as his eyes opened he saw his brother's middle school Principal, Deborah Casey. Principal Casey was an attractive woman of 41 years. She had an exotic beauty, with her bronzed skin, her dark hair framed her face and almond shaped eyes and settled just below her shoulders. She appeared as Jon had seen her many times before, black skirt that stopped just above the knees, soft blue blouse, and a black blazer that matched the skirt. Three inch blue heels, what appeared to be nude pantyhose and a large black purse completed the ensemble. Her eyes were narrowed and her lips tight with a frown, "Jon Madison watch your language! Just what is going on here?" She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side as she watched Jon pull himself up to stand.
Principal Casey had known Jon and his family since she had become Principal of the middle school while Jon was still there. So she had dealt with a member of the Madison family for the last six years be it with Zoe, Mikey, or Jon himself. She was a strict administrator, with no room for excuse or allowance of failure. Deborah was stern, raised an only child of parents that expected greatness; so she poured herself into her work.
Deborah was not a poor educator, in fact quite the opposite. She was thorough in all things, made logical sound theories and impressed her professors. Where she lacked was the connection with her peers, she had a clinical understanding of empathy but no real ability to express or feel it. While respected for her intelligence and admired for her beauty, her colleagues and other educators would never count her as a friend. She rarely connected with members of the opposite sex for longer than one date or a one night stand, thus her single status still at her middle age.
Jon stuttered and looked down at his hands and frowned, there were small scrapes and cuts in his palms. "Principal Casey I was I just uhm " he looked back over his shoulder in the direction the boys had run. He knew that if he gave her names, the only thing that would happen was retaliation worse than the shove that started it. " I tripped Ma'am."
She shook her head with a sigh, "Come with me Jon, I was heading in to see Principal Davison for our weekly sit down anyway." She moved up and looked over Jon's hands and frowned, "Doesn't look like you'll need the nurse, but I'll leave that up to Principal Davison, now let's go."
Jon was about to stammer a response but learned years ago when he had first met Principal Casey that he couldn't win an argument with her. He nodded and started the walk of shame. Thankfully it wasn't as long a walk as it could have been. With Principal Casey's determined look any of the students that would have normally laughed or even gawked at Jon as he was led to the Principals office were smart enough to avoid any contact or disturbance and cleared the way. While they walked Jon couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips, the slight bounce of her ass. He could feel the anxiety grow with each step, and then his watch beeped to announce the start of his first period class. He groaned and realized he could add a tardy to whatever happened with the principal and glanced at his wrist and blinked, 'What is wrong with me? I don't have to be afraid of her anymore!', all the worry and concern faded to a smile. He almost chuckled out loud before he calmed his emotion. 'She's going to put me in the room with her and Davison alone I am going to have to thank Biff later.'
Principal Casey's heels clacked on the tiled floor as they turned into the open door that led to the administration offices for the school. She purposefully strode up to the open door and tapped it with her manicured hand. "Principal Davison I've brought one of your lost sheep with me. It would seem that Mr. Madison got into a scuffle outside of school." She paused and glanced back to look at Jon and caught some of the look of relief that had just hit him.
"Come on in then bring Jon along. Let's get the student business over with and we can talk school issues after Principal Casey." Simon Davison called out from inside the office. Deborah stepped in and gestured for Jon to follow. She paused and closed the office door before she followed Jon as well.
Jon had seen this office before unfortunately. Principal Davison's office was fairly bland. A small couch and two comfortable chairs were set off the center of the room normally used for discussions with parents. A few random prints of modern art took up one wall, and a large top down painted map of the school dominated another. Simon Davison stood behind his desk, at 51 his full head of hair was grayed and the years could be seen in his face as well. He wore his usual grey suit and had a strained smile for Jon. "So what is it today Jon? Biff and his boys jump you again, or someone else this time? What are we going to do to fix this Jon? We can't just keep meeting like this."
Jon grinned in response and reached over and pressed the silver alarm button on his watch. The steady and regular beep started and both Principal's blinked and their eyes glazed over. Jon walked over to the office door and locked it. "That is exactly what I thought too."
