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“She has a history of complaining to get her way.” “Yes, she does.” Mr. James broke eye contact with me to lean back in his chair and put his hands on his stomach. “What do you think she might be upset about? This is pretty serious.” He was right there. This wasn’t her usual MO. “I don’t know,” I said. “Well Greg, you better give me a reason,” he replied. “Something’s going on between you two, and I’ll need an answer in case the administration asks me.” “I honestly don’t know.” I really didn’t. I was racking my brain for a reason, and I couldn’t come up with anything. “Really? You didn’t say anything she didn’t like?” “I thought you didn’t believe her.” “I don’t, but I know both of you,” he said as he leaned forward in his chair once again. His eyes met with mine. “I know that she wasn’t happy when I picked you to be drama club president, Big Boobs and I know that you have a tendency to say things she doesn’t like-” “Which I thought you liked about me-” “I do. It’s why I chose you. But maybe take it easy for a little bit? We have to get through rehearsal today, and I’m telling you this Brunette now so that you can be more mindful around her.” I crossed my arms and shifted my gaze toward the ground. “Got it?” he asked sternly. “Yes,” I replied. “Good. I’ll see you at rehearsal.” I walked out of his office in a daze. What the fuck was that? If Mr. James really didn’t believe her, why did it feel like I was in trouble? Next she swung her arm around my neck and opened her mouth slightly and kissed me, I responded right back the same and she ran her tongue across my lips and I touched her tongue with mine. "Calm yourself," she said, placing her open palm on the college boy's exposed chest. We really cut that one close.” The other two chuckled in Big Boobs relief. Minus any boxers. He sipped his drink and his free hand was massaging the bulge in his pants. Watching her eyes bulge out when she thought she might get a glimpse of something, and to be honest I really didn’t care if she did. I kissed her again as she disappeared into the green bedroom. And Brunette again Prof: Here’s a summer story. It was getting difficult to manoeuvre my hand under there and I couldn't quite reach the underwear I had spied on while she had been sleeping earlier.