Best Friend's Ex Box Set

It hit me then – she was trying to flirt with me, drawing my attention to her admittedly very attractive physical features. I was flattered, of course, but my thoughts in that department already seemed to be only on Vivienne. And, of course, I was a strict proponent of the old rule of not getting romantically involved with anyone you worked with. I wondered what the best way to deal with this situation was. Obviously, I wanted to keep things light between us, and maintain a good, friendly relationship as I would with any other member of staff. But also, I needed her to know that it wasn't okay to flirt with me. This was a tough one.

“Well, Irene, I think that you'll have to be the judge of that yourself. You know the school code here allows you to make your own choices regarding how you dress, but we do encourage a more, um, conservative manner of dress. I'm not saying you have to cover up, but dressing a little more conservatively might help with regard to teenage boys and raging hormones. Anyway, if they give you any more trouble, send 'em straight to my office, and I'll make sure they stop their comments right away.”

She smiled flirtatiously at me.

“Thanks. It's good to know that I have a principal looking out for me the way you do. I really, really appreciate it, and I'd love to return the favor somehow.”

I chuckled dryly, not taking the bait.

“Oh, as long as you do your job well, I'll be happy, and that'll be all the thanks I need.”

Just then the bell signaling the end of lunch rang.

“Alright people!” I said loudly, “Keep up the good work everyone. The weekend is almost here!”

It was during the last period of the day that the intercom on my desk buzzed. I saw that it was Ben, dialing from his office.

“Ben, what's up?” I asked as I answered the call.

“Ev, we've got a situation. Two kids just got busted snorting Rocket in the boys' bathrooms.”

“Where are they now?”

“I've got 'em here in my office.”

“I'll be right there.”

I got up from my desk and hurried through to Ben's office. I was surprised to see two preppy-looking guys standing in front of Ben's desk, their heads hanging in shame.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” I said as I walked in.

I walked slowly around each boy, giving them cold, merciless stares. I took one by his chin, forcing him to look up at me, and saw that his pupils were dilated. He was definitely high.

“What are your names?” I demanded.

“I'm Charlie MacDonald,” mumbled the one whose face I was gripping.

“And I'm Dylan Korb,” muttered the other. Both of their voices were shaky and tinged with nerves and fear.

“And you two idiots were sniffing that Rocket garbage in the bathrooms, huh?”

Neither replied; they both just stared at the ground.

“Tell me, boys, what were you thinking? Oh wait, I know, you weren't thinking. I know, you thought you'd be cool, huh? You thought you'd be little rebels, sneaking out of class to go get high. Yeah, as if that's never been done before. But this isn't just sneaking around the back of the bike shed to smoke an illicit cigarette. Do you understand that? Do you know what this junk is that you're putting in your bodies? Do you know how dangerous this stuff is? Do you?”

Both of them continued simply staring at the ground, unable to respond.

“Do you know how insanely bad this stuff is for you? Look, I was seventeen once. I know what it feels like to feel like you're totally immortal, like nothing can touch you. I know! But dammit, boys, you're not immortal. Do you know about the kid who died from this crap? That's right! This stuff is pure evil! It's gonna destroy your insides! It's like a cancer, but even more aggressive and merciless.”

I paused here to catch my breath and give them a few moments to digest what I said.

“This is what I'm gonna do,” I said to them. “I'm gonna call your parents in, and we're gonna sit down and talk about this with them when you two have sobered up. If necessary, I'm gonna recommend pulling you out of school and sending you to rehab. Getting you off this trash is more important than missing out on a few weeks of school. But what I want to know now is, who did you buy it from. Who?! Give me a name.”

Neither of them seemed willing to speak.

“Was it that kid, Panetti?”

Charlie shook his head.