"Miss Calfbie?"

I looked up from what I was writing, seeing the receptionist at the classroom door. Confused, I watched as our teacher scanned the room for me. "Yes, she's here. What seems to be the problem?"

"The principal would like to meet you in his office. Now," the lady narrowed her eyes at me and stepped back, gesturing for me to get up and exit the classroom with her.

The rest of the class remained silent as I packed my books and got up to leave. I felt all of their eyes on me and I was sure they were all wondering the same thing: "Why would Wyle Calfbie be sent to the principal?"

I had no idea myself.

There was no one else save for one other boy who was sitting outside the principal's office. I started fumbling with the buttons on my shirt and tapped my foot against the tiles as a nervous habit. Why was I at the principal's office?

I glanced out of the corner of my eye at the boy sitting two seats away, wondering who he was. I hadn't seen him around in school before.

He pulled out his phone and I took that as my chance to really get a look at him. He was tall, that's for sure. Maybe he did modelling. He had a bright pink stripe in his hair of which was a dark, silky black, cut short at the back and left a little longer on the front. Unusual, but attractive, I had to admit. Come to think of it, his whole style was a bit of a mess. A unique and pretty sort of mess. He must have been the 'emo' type - with all the stubs lining the edge of his ear and the... Green-coloured nose ring and with the coloured hair; it was all part of the stereotypical image. He was a bit girly-looking and skinny. I guessed one could say what he had was a unique sort of attractive.

He looked up suddenly and caught my stare. I gasped unintentionally, then felt my cheeks flush. How embarrassing...

Our eyes locked for longer than I would've expected because he did not break his gaze and the way he was looking at me cast a spell that made my own eyes remain focused on his, despite my embarrassment.

The door in front of us clicked open. The interruption broke our gaze and I turned away. There was another lady who appeared with her head peaking out of the room. "Emial Ritiére?"

The boy got up. He sent a quick glance in my direction and a small, teasing smile slipped onto his lips as he looked at me. I couldn't say I didn't feel my heart skip a beat... What a flirt.

He went inside and I was left sitting by myself in the hall. The silence had me thinking once again; what had I done to make the principal want to meet me?

I was sat there for only around 5 minutes when the door opened again and the boy came out, this time with a paper in his hand. The lady's head reappeared, poking out from behind the door. She gave me a look without saying a word, so I took that as my queue to go in.

Our principal, Mr Collins, sat behind his desk with his hands folded in front of him. His eyes were on a piece of paper he'd set aside close to where his hands sat on the desktop. He looked up with a warm smile as I came in.

Well, that could be a good sign... However, one could never tell with our principal.

"Good afternoon, Wyle. How have you been?" he asked cheerily. "Please, take a seat."

I warily made my way towards one of the chairs, unsure of how to act in front of him since I still wasn't sure if I had done something wrong; am I supposed to be guilty... or happy?

"Good afternoon, Mr Collins. I've been... Well. What about you?" Keep calm, Wyle, just be casual.

"Very well, thank you. However, I must say I've been a little concerned about you for the past few weeks. Do you have any idea why that may be?" he was looking at me with a skeptical gaze and his sweet manner had been brought down a notch.

"Er- not particularly, sir." That would have sounded more convincing, had I not stuttered.

"Are you sure? Do you have anything you'd like to tell me? Any confessions as to where you have been for the past few weeks during certain periods? I've been informed that you've missed bits and pieces of your lessons here and there. Care to explain why that is?"

Oh, dear. Because I've been stuffed inside the storage closet with James feeling me up...?

I took a moment to respond and I thought my eyes visibly widened at his intimidating questions. "I'm so sorry for not excusing myself earlier, but this is quite an embarrassing subject for me and I prefer not to talk about it."

He raised an eyebrow in question. "Go on, don't be embarrassed. As the principal of this school, I am very much responsible for your safety within the school walls and I simply need to know the truth."

"I've recently developed a... Digestive issue. I hope you understand when I say this has been the only reason for my temporary absence in classes," I somehow managed to say with a straight face. It was taking every last ounce of self-control in me, however, to keep my expression as solemn as I needed it.

The principal paused, seeming to take a few moments to... Digest... The information.

At last, he seemed relieved and convinced as he gave me a big smile, sighing happily. "Oh, dear. That's completely understandable, Wyle. I hope you get well soon. Remember to catch up on the work, though. You may leave, dear," he spoke in a relaxed tone like before.

I almost couldn't believe what I'd just said when I left the office and closed the door behind me. Unfortunately, a chuckle escaped my lips and I barely saved it from becoming a full-on guffaw. I'm having digestive issues. What a genius, I am.

"What's so funny?"

I jumped, spinning around to see the pretty boy from before back on his seat. I looked left and right to see the halls deserted; it was just him and I. Wasn't he supposed to leave?

"Nothing," I replied shortly after I'd regained my senses and forced my eyes away from his; they wore the most beautiful expression. He reminded me of an animal from his eyes - they were innocent, yet bore a hint of unmissable mischievousness.

"It can't be nothing. C'mon... Tell me," he urged, giving me a magical smile full of eagerness and curiosity. What a child. "Did the principal do something funny?"

He leaped up from his seat when I didn't respond, making me jump for the second time. "My name is Emial. What's yours?"

It was odd that we were doing this whole introductory thing when we had just learnt our names anyway when the lady called them out, but I played along despite. "Wyle," I mumbled in response.

"Cool," he commented, still wearing a goofy smile on his face. He really was pretty for a boy. We stood there awkwardly for a few seconds and I was about to turn and leave when he decided to speak up again. "So, what were you laughing at?"

I gave him a look that said 'Are you serious?', but decided to tell him. It didn't seem like his curiosity had an expiry date within my lifetime, frankly.

"You promise not to tell anyone?" I questioned, holding up a pinkie finger to seal the deal in the official way.

He nodded excitedly and hooked his pinkie with mine.

Wow... His finger was soft.

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A/N: A day late with the update, sorry! I liked this chapter, though. Needs editing. Hopefully, it's fine as it is for now. Don't forget to like, comment, share & follow me! Have a nice day, cuties. :)