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Chapter 2

I tried to push all my feelings aside as Adam caught my eyes. I gave my best flirtatious smile and I saw his jaw tense. I still got to him. Jaw tensing was something Adam did when he was turned on. Even when that vanilla bitch was practically on his lap, he still knew I could give him pleasure like no one else.

I was more of the dominant one during sex. Not that I had a kink for it but because, with high school boys, you kind of had to be. Teenage boys knew little about the female anatomy and so we usually had to take control during sex in order to have a somewhat pleasurable experience, and that was if you had the confidence to. Adam wasn't bad at sex. He liked to be dominant and I loved it, but I sometimes felt that his dominance was too in focus and my pleasure slipped out of the picture. Maybe we were both into different things. I didn't know. But I knew that I still wanted him back. I cared for him. He was the first ever boy I said 'I love you' to and I wanted to keep it that way.

After lunch I got a note from reception saying to come to the Guidance Councillor's office. For fuck's sake. Just when my day couldn't get any worse.

Pulling my sunglasses out of my bag, I slid them onto my face and walked down the halls. People seeing you go into the Guidance Councillor's office was an asking for bullying. At least in my school. If people knew you had problems, rumours would spread and the last thing I needed were rumours.

Not when this Adam and Leah bullshit was flying around like a squawking bird begging for attention.

You see, I've built an empire. I became exactly who and what I wanted to be. Whenever you would watch those cringey, teen rom coms, every girl aspired to be the shy girl who 'isn't like other girls', the one that ends up glowing up and has the bad boy chasing after her. Every girl wanted to be like that. But not me.

The mean girl was always my idol. For some reason, I connected with her more. The designer clothes, on point makeup, tonnes of friends, dating the hottest guy in school. She was feared and loved at the same time. I wanted to be like that. I wanted to be the girl that had all the guys begging to hook-up with her. I wanted to be the girl with power. And I did. I embodied those mean girls until I became one of them.

Now, I wouldn't consider myself mean. I had never on purposely bullied a soul, but the people I don't like, I don't associate myself with. Bad geeks hooked you up with the coolest DJs for your parties, nerds were who did your homework, and horse girls were for... well, when you wanted to feel normal.

Call me mean but I was just being honest. That was how high school worked and call it cliché, but it was true.

"How are you feeling today, Sienna?" Andy asked as I sat down in the uncomfortable leather chair. Andy was our guidance councillor. He preferred us to call him by his first name for 'connectable reasons'.

"Fine. Why am I here?" being in here gave me the creeps. Not that Andy was a creepy guy. He was in his early thirties with a happy husband and two toddlers, a boy and a girl. How I know all this? He tells me. But the office itself makes me uneasy. Everything in it from the blue and green pencil holders and the methodical ticking clock on the wall stared at me like I needed help.

Andy knew how I worked. Straight to the point, and he took out some papers from under his desk.

"I've received a lot of concerns from a lot of your teachers." He explained. "You are failing in five subjects and several teachers have showed their concerns." Five?! I was failing in five? It was two last time I'd checked.

"French, Biology, Statistics, World History, and Chemistry." Damn, I always knew my French teacher never liked me. "You also have reports of multiple missing homework for History and Biology as well as several absences from Statistics, a numeral amount of detentions from French and a serious note of concern from Mrs Sanders, your Chemistry teacher." Andy finished with a sigh and looked at me. "What's happening, Sienna?"

"Nothing." I responded. In truth, nothing was happening with me. School and I just didn't see eye to eye. We were best buds. School was the weather and I was Karen Smith's tits.

"Well, according to your reports from Freshman and half of Sophomore year, you were one of our brightest students." Andy checked his computer. They have records of that?

"That's because it was Freshman and Sophomore year. Classes back then were easy." I spoke.

"So, because the classes have gotten harder, you seemed to give up in trying?"

"I didn't give up."

"I'm just trying to understand. I'm not interrogating. But I'm sure I, as well as a lot of your teachers, would like to know if anything was going on that was either distracting you or unmotivating you from your studies. We only have your best interest at heart here, Sienna." My best interest at heart? Oh please, teachers just liked to get paid.

"I just don't like school." I answered honestly.

"Are there things going on at school that make you not like it?" like I'd tell you right now if there were, dumb-ass.

"No. School and I just don't get on. That's it." Andy sighed heavily and massaged his temples. "Look, I'm not a naturally smart person therefore I don't know why you are expecting me to get straight A's like a nerd."

"We're not asking that, Sienna. I just want to help you. Help me help you." He smiled softly but I knew he was finding me difficult. For some reason, most teachers found me difficult. Their loss. "We are on your side here, me and your teachers."

"Listen, Andy." I sighed getting slightly irritated. "I don't know what you want me to do, but it is clear that I am not going to pass these classes."

"Then what are you going to do about college?" since when was college involved in this? I looked back at Andy, not saying anything as he looked back through the papers on his desk that I'm sure tell all about my non-existent academic life.

"Sienna, your credit score is not the highest which means your GPA is frighteningly low. In fact, if I'm being real for a second..." you're always real Andy. Sometimes too real. "I can't see many colleges accepting you at this rate."

Excuse me?

"Excuse me?" I blinked a couple times to make sure I wasn't dreaming. It was more like a nightmare.

"Sienna, you had to have known that failures and skipping meant a poor college application." Of course, I knew that. I just hadn't expected it to have gotten that far. I knew I was failing a bit and sure, I skipped classes now and then. But I didn't realise I did it a lot.

"You're saying that I'm not going to college?" I leaned forward in my chair to make sure I heard him correctly this time.

"I'm not saying you're not going but I'm sure you won't get into many at this rate. And I'm sure you would like to go to a good college." Obviously, I wanted to go to a good college. That was where all the rich guys went. Focus, Sienna.

I nodded and watched as Andy stacked back up the papers. "Well, it's good to know you care about that because I am sure you will be willing to get those grades up." I nodded again. What would happen if people found out I went to a crappy college? God, I could just imagine gossip about my downfall. I couldn't let that happen.

"And get a tutor." Um, what?

"Get a what?" I blinked again.

"A tutor. I know you are well committed to cheerleading and so I think it's best if you get a tutor. That way you can work around your busy schedule and get efficient one-to-one attention." How was I going to tell my parents about this? I usually hid all my reports and told my teachers my parents were out of town on business trips for parent-teacher conferences. How was I going to hide this?

"How much is a tutor?"

Andy chucked. "Luckily, you don't have to pay for one. Mrs Sanders runs a great voluntary tutoring programme in school and I'm sure she would love to help you out." Great, spending my time with a nerd. Just how I wanted to spend my Senior year. "I really think it's the best option for you, Sienna. Think about your future."

I knew Andy was right. I hated that Andy was right. I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply.

"What d'you say?" he cheered up his tone to try and give me some motivation, but it only made me cringe. I could imagine his cheesy smile and a jolly-pirate arm swing as he said it.

I opened my eyes and sighed once more.

"Fine."

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