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Anonymous Fri 26 Jul 2024 23:45:43 No.67736189 Report

Quoted By: >>67736206 >>67736231 >>67736236 >>67738225

You're taking requests?
If so here's one
Damien keeps getting sent to the principals for doing relatively dumb stuff, like riding his bike in the classroom or getting his head stuck in a garbage can
Instead of constantly giving him detention, Scaler just gives him (increasingly) odd tasks as punishment, such as making her coffee, helping her carry around supplies, changing her breaks, cleaning out her gutters, ect.
Up to you if she gets questioned or in trouble for using a student as a personal assistant

Anonymous Sat 27 Jul 2024 01:09:19 No.67738225 Report

Quoted By: >>67738260 >>67738751

>>67736189
sorry it took so long
>Scaler was in awe. Dumbstruck, really.
>St Hammond was never an elitist institution. It didn't exactly select its students based on intellectual capacity, after all.
>But the broad-shouldered young man sitting across from her may very well be the dumbest student she's ever seen pass through these halls. She'd spent the past minute just staring at him.
"...So. Damien Payne, corre-"
"WHA'!? CA'T HEA' YOU."
>She winced as the boy rattled very loudly back. The metal bin stuck around his head made it... difficult for him to hear. And impossible for him to see.
>Composing herself, the Principal called back louder.
"Damien! For the love of Raptor Jesus, take that off!"
"CA'T! 'S 'TUCK!"
>She felt her eye twitch.
"What do you mean it's stuck? It's a trash bin!"
"MAH S'OUT! CA'T GET IT OUT WI'OUT LETTI'G GO!"
"Wh-Letting go-"
>She closed her eyes. Counted to ten. Fingers on her temples. Don't yell at him, he's a student.
"Damien! Whatever you have in your mouth, drop it!"
>The fit specimen stopped for a few moments, probably having some internal war about his prize in the trash. With no small amount of rattling and a small thunk, Damien acceded, the bin immediately falling from his snout and onto the floor of the office.
>And what stared back at Principle Scaler was... vacant. Glassy eyes. A confident, friendly smile. Teeth peeking out just past the lips. The trendiest haircut for the youths today.
"Thanks, Principal Scaler. I really wanted to win that bet with Olivia, but... y'know, it was getting really muggy in there. Also, are your ears ringing too?"
>The older woman paused, chewing her lips as the boy spoke. Whatever frustration or resentment she felt inside vanished pretty quickly. Oh, if she were a decade younger...
>What are you thinking? Get your mind out of the gutter. He's a high-schooler for God's sake. Straightening up and clearing her throat, she gets back to business.

Anonymous Sat 27 Jul 2024 01:10:19 No.67738260 Report

Quoted By: >>67738292

>>67738225
"Glad to have helped, Damien. Unfortunately, I wish I could say the same for the five other students you bulldozed through while trying to get the trash can off during lunchtime."
>The young man's eyes cast to the side, a sheepish smile on his face. He feels guilty behind it. A heart of gold...
"Yyyeah. Sorry, Principal Scaler. Coulda sworn I only felt four guys, though..."
>She's about to write him off for detention, but something stays her hand. Maybe it's the fact that he seems like a good kid. Maybe it's the way his biceps flex when he puts his hand behind his head. Maybe it's those broad shoulders, or that toned body, or the way he smiles...
>Ahem. Surely a simple guy like this could be put to better use than just sitting in a desk after school, eating paint chips.

>Raptor Christ, why the HELL did Ben wait A WEEK to tell her about this!?
>She wasn't concerned when Damien got detention a month ago. He gets it, like, once every five weeks, that's normal. What WASN'T normal was when it happened again, a week later. Then twice in the next week. Then four times.
>He's been in "detention" from Monday to Friday this ENTIRE WEEK. Liz hasn't been able to spend a MINUTE with her boyfriend!
>But honestly, that's not the problem. Ooooh no, far from it. There was a more pressing issue at hand here.
>Namely, that Damien hasn't actually been to detention in two months.
>Ben noticed it ages ago, but only thought it was suspicious just this Monday. And he STILL waited until Friday to tell me. She can't BELIEVE that jerk, she thought he was her friend-
>The pen in her hand snaps, coating her hand in ink. God, calm down, Liz. Ben will come later. Take deep breaths. You're standing in front of Scaler's office right now. Just, stay calm.
THWAM!
"SCALER YOU BITCH!"
>All semblance of calm went out the window as Liz kicked the door open, her head immediately in the Principal's face. For her part, Scaler nearly fell out of her chair in shock.

Anonymous Sat 27 Jul 2024 01:11:38 No.67738292 Report

Quoted By: >>67738318

>>67738260
"Wh- Elizabe-"
"Why the HELL are you creeping on MY BOYFRIEND?"
>The Principal, who has managed to stop her chair from tipping over, remembers that she is, in fact, the Principal of this institution, and that Elizabeth is a student. And twenty-something years her junior. Sitting up straight with an authoritative glare, she meets Liz' accusations.
"Elizabeth, you will watch your tone when speaking to me. These accusations are baseless - I have never once made undue remarks nor actions towards Damien Payne."
>Liz' eyes narrow to murderous slits as her body finally entered the office, the door shutting behind her.
"Hi Liz-"
"Shut up, Damien."
>Both women immediately shut the boy up.
"What the hell do you call him bending over and getting sweaty working on your car?"
>Scaler crossed her arms.
"As I understood it, he had experience with automobiles. Something was wrong with mine, and I figured he could diagnose it."
"There wasn't really any-"
"SHUT UP, Damien."
>He clamps his snoot shut again.
"And the modeling? Last I checked - and I DID check with the head of the Art Department, Mr Iadakan, before I marched down here - nude modeling was NOT part of the curriculum in the Anatomy class."
>Scaler raised her own snoot up high, closing her eyes.
"It was NOT nude, Elizabeth. All volunteers were required to keep undergarments-"
"-A FUCKING JOCKSTRAP IS-"
"-ON AT ALL TIMES, Elizabeth. Mr Iadakan called ahead that he would be out of class that day, so I took the initiative to proctor for his class. I also took the initiative to offer extra credit to any volunteers, as - and I trust you'll keep this quiet in good faith - a number of students in that class had poor performance in the classroom. Damien included."
"It was honestly pretty fu-"
"SHUT UP DAMIEN!"
>Liz gritted her teeth. The fucking audacity of this raptor.

Anonymous Sat 27 Jul 2024 01:12:50 No.67738318 Report

Quoted By: >>67738360

>>67738292
"And now you're going to tell me that THIS-"
>She gestures to Damien. Who has been wearing a thong, a collar and bowtie, shirt cuffs, and nothing else this entire time. Balancing a tray with coffee mugs and grapes in one hand.
"ISN'T YOU BEING A PERVERT!?"
>Scaler stared at Damien. For a long while.
"...The AC was off and he was hot."
>...Still is hot.
>Liz shook her head. The fucking audacity of this bitch. A slow, deep breath in. Her head retreated back to tummy height as she fixed her hair.
"PRINCIPAL Scaler. My uncle is Mr Ferris. You know that. If you don't stop trying to snatch up my Damien like a fucking cradle robber in some sleazy club, I am going to make sure that he burns this school down to the ground for these stunts."
>Uncomfortable silence hangs in the air. Not a word is exchanged as Liz and Scaler hold their Rexican standoff. Damien coughs quietly, taking this opportunity to surreptitiously adjust his too-tight package with his free hand.
"...Understood."
>Liz stares down Scaler for a few more seconds. Just to get the point across. Then, a pleased smile crosses her face.
"Glad we came to an understanding. Damien, we're getting out of this cougar's den.
>He struts up to her quickly, following her out. Once the door closes behind them, she immediately whips around to him.

Anonymous Sat 27 Jul 2024 01:14:08 No.67738360 Report

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>>67738318
"Why the HELL didn't you tell me when this all started?"
"'Cause then I'd have to go to detention, and doing car work and modeling is way more fun. 'Sides, you're smart and you pay attention. Figured you'd find out quick, and if you didn't like it, you'd make her stop."
>Liz is silent for a moment. That's... more developed than she expected out of him. He gives that same old gleaming smile, frills waving in the air.
"...Okay. My car's parked outside - we're going to my place."
>He takes a single step to follow her before a thought comes to him. His face scrunches in consideration.
"Wait. Shouldn't I, uh, get changed...?"
"No need. Nobody's around in this part of the school this late anyways, and there's no way Scaler was keeping the security footage with you already dressed like that."
>She didn't even look behind her as she said that.
"Besides, you look REALLY hot like that. We're definitely gonna use it later."
>Damien smiles to himself as he sashays after her. His thong just got a lot tighter.