This choice: Follow the love sick principal • Go Back...Chapter #7Follow the love sick principal by: Unknown  The principal, Ms. Samantha Greaves, was typically composed and professional, but the seed planted by the orb was already taking root. She buzzed the intercom on her desk.
"Linda, can you please send Mr. Carter from records up to my office?" Samantha's tone was calm, but inside she was buzzing with excitement.
A few minutes later, Mr. Carter, a middle-aged man with glasses perched on his nose, entered the office with a small stack of folders. "You called for me, Ms. Greaves?"
"Yes, Mr. Carter. I need the student records for the junior class. There’s a... district-wide academic review, and I need to identify the top-performing students," Samantha said, her heart racing. She could feel her pulse quicken at the thought of finding her new "love."
"Of course, ma'am. That might take a little while. There are over two hundred students in the junior class."
"Take your time," Samantha replied with a polite smile, masking her impatience. "But please make it a priority."
As Mr. Carter left, Samantha tapped her pen nervously on the desk. The minutes felt like hours. When the records finally arrived, she barely waited for him to leave the room before diving in. Names and grades blurred together as she scanned through the pages until one name caught her eye: Jeremy Langston. Straight As, member of the debate team, and a well-regarded student by his teachers.
"Jeremy..." Samantha whispered, tasting the name. Her mind conjured a picture of him—tall, clean-cut, and studious. She felt an involuntary flutter in her chest. He's perfect.
Her next step was clear. She needed his schedule. Samantha buzzed the intercom again.
"Linda, can you have Mr. Harris from scheduling come to my office?"
It didn’t take long for Mr. Harris to arrive, carrying a tablet. "What can I do for you, Ms. Greaves?"
"I need Jeremy Langston's class schedule. I... uh... want to observe his performance in person. It’s for the district review."
"Sure thing. Give me a moment to pull that up." Mr. Harris tapped away on his tablet, and Samantha drummed her fingers on the desk, struggling to maintain her composure.
When he finally handed over the printed schedule, Samantha barely refrained from snatching it out of his hands. "Thank you, Mr. Harris. That will be all."
As the door closed behind him, Samantha examined the schedule with laser focus, committing it to memory. Chemistry, third period. She checked the clock. Fifteen minutes until third period began.
She rushed to her office mirror, smoothing her hair and adjusting her blouse. The dull, regulation gray blazer suddenly felt frumpy. "If only I had time to change..." she muttered, applying a quick layer of lip gloss from her desk drawer. Satisfied with the little she could do, Samantha grabbed a clipboard to make her presence in the classroom seem official.
When the schedule finally arrived, she memorized his classroom location in seconds. Standing up, she smoothed her outfit, took a deep breath, and began walking toward Jeremy's class. With her pulse racing, Principal Samantha left her office, her heels clicking against the linoleum as she made her way to Jeremy’s classroom. Her every step was fueled by a blend of desperation and anticipation. Her mind raced with anticipation, her emotions utterly consumed by the thought of meeting him. Her heels clicked purposefully down the hallway as she made her way toward Jeremy’s class, her thoughts racing. He’s going to notice me. I’ll make sure of it.
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