The Principal's Girl (GxG)

6.

Coming home was tense and Lydia was grounded. I was playing my guitar when a paper airplane flew through my window. I went to it and picked it up.

It read, "You suck, stop playing" I looked and I saw Imani peeking through her curtains.

I chuckled softly and looked at the ground. There were about twenty paper airplanes, I assume from her failed attempts.

"Why don't you let me come over and you can tell me to my face." She showed herself "There's no way I'm willingly inviting you over, if you try to kiss me I will flip out."

"I won't even attempt it" I'm definitely going to try. "Fine, you can-" I started climbing out my window.

I climbed down the brick under my room and went to her front door. I knocked continuously until she opened the door.

I walked in and looked around. She had a lot of artwork. "You're artsy I see. Who painted this."

It was a beautiful black and white picture of a lake. It looked so real.

"I did." I turned to her. I looked back at the painting "How long did this take." She had to think.

"Three days." My eyes widened and I looked around the room. "Did you make all of these?"

She nodded softly, "yeah...just a hobby of mine." I shook my head softly, "Playing the guitar is a hobby, this is your passion. Can't you see it?"

She glanced at her lap, "Well not all of us had a supportive mom growing up."

She went to the kitchen and came back out with some iced tea, "You want some tea?" I nodded and sat on the couch with her. "What was your mom like?" She asked.

I smiled, "She was awesome. She could sing and play the guitar. Whenever I would get mad at her as a grungy teen it only took an hour before she was outside my bedroom serenading me with a song. She was a nurse so she was always helping people, it never helped me when I tried faking being sick to skip school."

Imani smiled softly and I continued, "She would always say "when they go low...you go high." I'm still working on that when it comes to her but that's why...for the most part at least, I stay level-headed."

Imani smiled and I motioned her to go. "Oh no, my parents were assholes, still are assholes."

I stared at her and she sighed, "My mother is the head of the schools district board and my father is the superintendent."

My eyes widened and she nodded "Stewart Branson Academy was named after my Great, great, great grandfather Stewart Branson Stewart."

I snickered and she rolled her eyes. "I know, terrible name. But the school was passed down through the generations and me being the eldest, it was passed to me."

She huffed, "I literally just started this two years ago and as a kid I was so busy with school that I had no outside life. That's when I started drawing and I knew I loved it."

I knew it was her passion.

"My mom is really good at art as well but she told me that it's a dead end career so I never went further with it. And I only draw for recreation now."

She's really good. I wish she could pursue it. "Well I think you're amazing. Perfect, actually."

She blushed and looked away. I grabbed her chin and got close "Did I make you blush!"

We were really close and then we made eye contact. I glanced down to her lips and we slowly leaned in.

As soon as we were about to kiss she put her hand on my stomach. We made eye contact and I could see the rage fueling in her eyes.

"I wasn't even going to kiss you." She stood up "Get the fuck out."

I sighed, "Are you seriously saying that you didn't feel the tension."

She pointed to the door "Get out!" I huffed and picked up my tea. She glared, "Leave the tea."

I scoffed "I'm taking the tea." I took my cup of tea and left. I finished it on the sad walk back to my house.

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