Chapter Tags: angst, teasing, mentions of age gap, mentions of handjob, bitchiness
Chapter WC: 1982
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Your POV
The bed in Jensen’s spare room is surprisingly comfortable, and the only reason you climb out of it is because Jensen raps on the door several times and demands that you do so. Apparently, he’s punishing you for your disobedience, because he’s got this stern look on his face when you finally get downstairs and he commands you to sit at the breakfast bar. He doesn’t say anything as he slides cereal in front of you and then grabs his own bowl, leaning against the counter as he stands in front of you and eats.
“You know, brooding suits you, is this your principal face?” you tease, stirring the cereal around the milk in your bowl.
“Eat, we’ve got stuff to do before everyone starts arriving.”
You bite your bottom lip, giggling softly to yourself at how moody he is. Jensen’s never had to punish you before, and your father has done this whole ‘disappointed’ moping act before now, too. It looks better on Jensen, though.
“Hang on, we’ve got stuff to do?” you press, frowning slightly.
“You think I’m letting you out of my sight today? After the shit you pulled last night?”
You shrug nonchalantly, smirking softly. “I’m eighteen, y’know? I’m legally allowed to have sex. You telling me that you didn’t have sex at my age?”
“That’s not the point,” Jensen argues. “You’re under my supervision and I told you not to leave the school premises.”
“Relax,” you scoff, pushing down off your stool. “I’m a big girl, I don’t need any supervision,” you insist.
Jensen stops you from leaving, stepping in front of you. He glares and then reaches up, his fingers brushing along your neck as he lifts your hair. The sensation sends tingles down your spine, but his words send you crashing back to reality.
“We’re going to your dorm first so you can change and cover those up before people arrive,” he explains, dropping your hair and turning on his heels to head towards the front door.
You reach up to ghost your own fingers over your skin, but the sensation isn’t anywhere near as electrifying as Jensen’s touch. You drop your hand instantly, clearing your throat and heading towards the front door to follow him.
Jensen has you doing stupid admin things like pinning flyers to walls for extra curricular activities and try out times, but at least it’s helping you to learn your way around the building a little better. Slowly, more and more staff are filtering into the school, preparing their classrooms for the year ahead, and setting up the welcome stands for the students to find their accommodation for the year. You find Jensen in his office and lean in the doorway, watching him approach his printer as it prints something out.
“So are you gonna tell people who I am or are you gonna save us both that embarrassment?” you smirk, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Now why would that be embarrassing for me?” he asks, picking up the sheet off the printer.
“Have you met me?” you scoff.
“Yes, and you’re going to turn over a new leaf, get your head down and get good grades, remember?” he presses, pursing his lips slightly.
“Right, yeah,” you mumble, biting your bottom lip.
Jensen glances at you briefly and then away again.
“Why would I be an embarrassment to you?” He asks, focusing on slicing the paper he’d just printed out.
“C’mon, I don’t want people knowing I know the Principal, they’ll think you’re giving me special treatment and I’ll look like a teacher’s pet.”
Jensen scoffs at your comment and shakes his head, “if there’s one thing you’re not getting from me, it’s special treatment,” he informs you seriously. “I’m going to be treating you just like any other student here.”
“Good,” you agree, smirking slightly. “I’m looking forward to all our detentions together.” Jensen opens his mouth as if to comment, and you laugh. “Relax,” you tell him for the millionth time, rolling your eyes. “Anything else you want me to do? While I’m still your slave?”
Jensen laughs softly, walking over to you and handing you the thing he’d just printed out. You look down, coming face to face with familiar hazel eyes and that salt and pepper beard. Is he testing you? Seeing if you’ll come clean about this? How does he even know him? You look under the photograph and see Coach Jeff. D. Morgan – Head of Sports.
“What’s this?” you try to ask casually, already getting flashes of the night before flooding into your mind.
The marks on your neck seem to throb in response, too, and you squeeze your thighs together for a moment, remembering the way he made them burn.
“He’s our new Head of Sports, I want you to replace the old photo on the staff wall.”
You continue to stare at the photo, and then suddenly realise that he’s very quickly about to discover that you’re not actually over twenty one. Well… this is going to be interesting. You like the guy, so you don’t exactly want him to lose his job for what he’s done, but you also don’t see any reason for Jensen to find out unless one of you says something. And why would he tell Jensen that he’s fucked a student?
“Everything okay?” Jensen checks.
You force a smile and nod, leaving his office in pursuit of the staff wall. You pin up the photograph and note how handsome he looks, though he definitely looked better last night in his casual wear, as opposed to the gym clothes he’s wearing in the headshot. Part of you wants to be found out, because part of you has always relished in your father knowing you’re up to no good, though you’ve never really understood why.
Jensen meets you by the wall, telling you that he’s going to take you to meet your new roommate, Holly. You grumble most of the way, because it’s pretty embarrassing having the principal of the school show you to your room and introduce you to your peers, but Jensen insists. Holly is already unpacking when you get to your dorm, and as she turns around you notice her bright copper hair in bunches, dark freckles dusting her cheeks. Her green eyes are hidden behind thick black-rimmed glasses.
“Principal Ackles,” she smiles politely, “how was your summer?”
“It was good, thank you, Holly. I hope yours was too?”
“Science camp was pretty great,” she nods.
You have to stop yourself from scoffing at the fact this girl opted to go to science camp, and stifle your smirk when Jensen turns to look at you.
“Holly, this is Y/N, she’s going to be your roommate this year.”
“You unpacked pretty quick,” she tells you, “eager beaver, huh?”
You force a laugh for Jensen’s sake mainly, hoping if he thinks you’re getting along he might leave.
“As you’ve probably realised, Y/N is new here, and I want her to feel at home, so I’m trusting you to be her guide for the next few months, show her around and keep an eye on her.”
“Of course, Principal Ackles,” Holly agrees eagerly.
“Alright, well if you girls need anything, you know where I am,” Jensen smiles. He turns to face you. “Behave,” he whispers, before leaving you alone.
You take a deep breath and turn back to Holly, forcing a smile.
“So, how come you transferred for senior year?” Holly asks, making conversation as she returns to unpacking her things.
“Thought it would be fun to live away from home,” you shrug, making light of the situation. You don’t really want Holly to know you’re retaking the year, or that you’re here because of Jensen.
“What do you guys do for fun around here?” you ask, crashing down on your bed.
“The library is open pretty late,” Holly offers, shrugging softly as she puts clothes away.
“Oh, for porn, right?” you ask.
“No, I meant for studying,” Holly replies awkwardly. “The school internet has those safety blocks on.”
Of course. You roll your eyes to yourself and wonder if you’ll have enough data on your cell, instead.
“What else?” you press, sighing.
“There’s sports matches,” Holly offers next.
“I mean like… stuff that isn’t school,” you huff. The idea seems a little alien to Holly at first and she flounders over a reply.
“I don’t know, I go home on the weekends. This year I’ll probably spend time with my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend,” you perk up, sitting up straighter. “Tell me about him.”
Holly instantly beams, sitting on her bed. “His name is Ben and he’s almost, so he’s like a year older than me, but we met this summer, and he’s really sweet,” she gushes.
“Yeah okay but like, what does he look like? Is he hot?”
Holly bites her lip and pulls her phone out of her pocket, turning the screen on to show you a photo of the two of them together. He’s everything you expected Holly’s boyfriend to look like. Glasses, slightly longer blonde hair, and he’s wearing a shirt and tie in the photo, and Holly is wearing a dress. Still, he’s far too young for you.
“Cute,” you lie, “so, how far have you gotten?”
“Oh, urm…” Holly pockets her phone again and starts fussing with her clothes once more. “I don’t think we should talk about that.”
You chuckle to yourself, shaking your head. Great, so your roommate is a prude too, not that you can say you’re surprised. You relax back on your bed and stare up at the ceiling, wondering if Holly is a heavy enough sleeper for you to sneak out tonight.
Holly stays up late reading, apparently, and by the time she’d turned off the light you were too tired to actually go anywhere. She was an early riser too, despite the fact it’s a Sunday and there’s nothing to get up for. Breakfast is served in the main hall from eight until ten on weekends, and after taking turns in the shower, Holly is eager to get down to the hall to eat.
“You’re far too cheerful to be up this early,” you grumble, clutching your towel to your naked body.
“When we go down to breakfast, I’ll introduce you to some of the other girls.”
“Great, can’t wait,” you mutter.
“What did you do in your old school?”
“I was a cheerleader,” you tell her. You hear Holly scoff and pay her no mind. Glancing back over your shoulder you smirk slightly. “I’m assuming you don’t mix with the cheerleaders.”
“Actually, we don’t really work the way other schools do,” she tells you, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You don’t?” you ask, arching your eyebrow.
“I’m the head cheerleader,” she informs you.
This gets your attention as you turn around to face her. “You? Science camp girl?”
Holly shrugs, crossing her arms over her chest. “You only get on the team with good grades.”
You purse your lips in frustration, but before you can reply, Holly gasps. “Holy shit, what happened to your neck?”
You reach up to touch the still tender bruises on your neck. You’d noticed they looked more red than the day before in the mirror this morning.
“Oh sweetheart, I don’t think you’d be able to handle that story,” you scoff, shaking your head. “You wouldn’t believe where I got them.”
You smirk as you remember Jeff and turn around to pick out some clothes.
“Try me,” Holly challenges.
“C’mon, you wouldn’t give me any juicy gossip on Ben but you expect me to dish the dirt on this?”
Holly bites her bottom lip and sighs. “I gave him a handjob before leaving for school,” she confesses. “But that’s all we’ve done so far. I want us to wait, you know?” she blushes.
You giggle at her innocence and nod. “I guess, if that’s your style, sure,” you agree.
“I’m assuming you don’t make your boyfriend wait for anything,” she replies, a little haughtily which makes you laugh.
“Oh honey, I haven’t had a boyfriend since I was fourteen,” you scoff. “And the guy that gave me these was older than my Dad. I think that’s all you need to know.”
You turn your back on Holly’s shocked expression, giggling to yourself. Maybe having Holly as your roommate will be fun, after all.
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