The Headmaster's Secret (♡Completed♡)

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Mia's P.O.V.

"So... dad..."

"Oh no."

"Yesterday I was very stressed and didn't feel great, given the circumstances, and my quizzes and test didn't go... great..."

"How bad?", he sighed.

"I... almost failed all of them." I paused, "And I really studied and tried my best with how I was."

"I know kid. I watched you study. I'll talk to your teachers and see if you could retake them."

"Thank you." I curled up next to him on the couch.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. I just wanna be clingy for a bit."

"Okay. You know that's always fine." I nodded, smiling a little as I yawned. "Take a nap."

"I'm not tired."

"Don't lie to me." He pulled a blanket over me, going back to his book.

"What're you reading?"

"Guess."

"Something classic."

"Yep."

"Is it... a romance?"

"Nope. Horror."

"Stephen King?"

"Of course."

"Pet Semetary."

"You're getting good at that.", dad chuckled. I smiled a little as he moved to the edge of the couch, pulling me onto his chest as he laid down facing the windows. I smiled as the sun set over the small town on campus.

"I love you."

"I love you too baby."

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Maverick winced as I tried to clean up his cuts,

"Shut it Mav. Dad will freak even more if you show up covered in blood."

"He's gonna kill me."

"It's possible, yes." Eventually, I finished and we left the carport, going up to the apartment. Maverick tried to slip upstairs but dad came in and froze,

"Holy shit. What the fuck happened to you?"

"I...I um...-" Dude just fucking lie. "I-I joined football."

"Your mom said no."

"I-I know. I hid it. Then I got beat up by the seniors today."

"Including Kaden?"

"No. No if course not. He doesn't know."

"He better not have. I'll talk to your mom when she gets home and then you and I will be having a conversation young man."

"Yes sir."

"Are you hurt bad?" He shook his head,

"No. Just tired. My head hurts."

"Did you hit your head?"

"They threw a helmet at me and kicked me a few times." Dad sighed,

"Let's get to a doctor just in case."

Alex's P.O.V.

I sighed in the all too quiet car,

"Mav we have to talk when we get home."

"I-I know. I'm sorry."

"I know. But you were specifically told not to try out and not to play because your mother thinks it's too dangerous."