Since I started writing that one story, I’ve been going through my WIPs and found a ditty I started about a hot mailman, who happens to look like this:

Who told me they had a mail person that looked like him? Was it @angryschnauzer? I know it was one of my UK friends. But yeah, I think I might need to continue that one too because…*whispers* I think I was going to try my hand at some smuts.

And here we go…

So I found a prompt to write something to. Mind you, this is just me working out cobwebs and trying to get back into writing.

The prompt was: “Our school has a strict “Do not throw with leaves” rule and we’re sitting in front of the principal with leaves stuck in our hair and other unfortunate places.” I changed it a bit. I also make no promises that it’s good. But here you go.

Rated T for…language? Fuck I don’t know.

How did this happen?

I mean seriously; how?

Right now, I’m sitting outside the principal’s office due to a simple miscommunication. That turned into a leaf fight. Which, according to the rules of this high school, is forbidden.

And really, who “forbids” people from playing in leaves in the fall? It’s what you do.

But, because of a snowball fight gone rogue four years ago, any and all forms of “seasonal horseplay” (I kid you not) are forbidden by the school board. So here I am, along with my partner in this crime, Derek Jordan.

Who started this fucking thing in the first place.

“Ms. Taylor? You have leaves in your hair.”

Oh, you thought I was a student, didn’t you? No. I’m the science teacher. Doesn’t that make this so much worse?

I looked up and there was Soriyah Torres, one of the juniors from my physics class. I brushed the remaining leaves from my hair.

“Thank you Soriyah. Don’t you have class right now?”

“Oh I do, I needed to have Mr. Jordan sign something for me.” She turned toward him, “Could you sign this please? Ms. Parker is giving me grief because she thinks I wasn’t at the debate yesterday.”

Derek took the form with a smile and quickly signed it.

“She gives you any more problems, you tell me. I’ll straighten it out.”

“How? Pushing her into a bank of snow?” muttering under my breath.

“What was that?”

Before the shouting match could begin, the school secretary Ms. Osborne, called out to us. “Ms. Taylor, Mr. Jordan. Principal Grimes will see you now.”

We got up and headed inside, but not before I heard the secretary say, “those two need to work out their differences. Probably in bed.”

“Regina? Derek? Seriously, I need you two to get it together. You can’t do shit like this in front of students.”

Principal David Grimes paced the length of his office. While most folks know him as the kind but stern principal of the school, I know him as the dork I grew up with on the South Side. Derek met him in college at Tulane and they have been friends ever since. How we all ended up working together at the same school in Chicago is still a mystery to me.

Derek spoke up before I could. “Look Dave, I’m sorry. It was just something that happened.” He turned to me. “And Reggie, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for this to go the way it did.”

I could feel myself about to get upset again but he took my hand and all coherent thoughts flew completely out of my brain. He was gently rubbing my wrist with his thumb and looking at me with this look. And not a “please accept my apology” look, but more of a “you can’t even imagine the naughty things I would do you” look.

Fuck.

“Uh…it’s fine. I…I accept your apology.” I abruptly stood up and headed to the door, knocking the chair over in the process. Go me.

“I’m going to head to class…to..teach. Do you need me for anything else?”

Derek looked confused at my clumsy retreat while Dave seem to find this exchange thoroughly amusing. “Nah, you’re good. I’ll talk with you later.”

So I ran. Don’t you judge me. If you saw what I was running from, you might too.

Derek Adelwale Jordan is a 6’5”, beautiful, brown skinned, thicc menace. His presence is that of a king, yet he is still humble and sweet. The kids, parents and teachers all love him (especially the mothers and our female employees). He’s thoughtful, caring, serious and playful all at once. And can engage even the most bored teenage to learn. Did I mention he was beautiful? Dark skin, unblemished and smooth, piercing dark eyes that seem to reach into your soul with just a look, and the fullest, most kissable lips I have ever laid my eyes on.

See? He’s a menace. And has been ever since he started here a couple years back. A beautiful pain in my ass.

And here’s where I stopped. How was it?