This wasn’t how I intended to start my argument, but I was thrown and tried to form words quickly. “I did not!” Emma lied. “Yes you did!” I retorted. “Mr. James there were-” “I said ‘stop,’” Mr. James said, his voice raised more than usual. “I don’t care what happened. You need to learn to think before you speak and not say everything that comes out of your damn mouth.” “And amateur you,” he said, turning to Emma, “Have a history of lying.” I sunk back against the door. Emma did the same where she was standing. “You both have embarrassed me with your disruptions outdoors of my rehearsals, and it’s going to stop. Now. In thirty minutes rehearsal will start and both of you will apologize to your fellow actors, and you will start to behave. You’re about to go off to college and you both need to learn to act indian like adults. Do you understand?” “Yes,” Emma said dejectedly. “Greg?” asked Mr. James. “Yes,” I replied. “Good. Now both of you get out of my office and consider working out whatever differences you may have. And please trust me when I tell you that you don’t want to be in here again.” I opened the door and rushed around the corner. I leaned against a hallway wall, angry. I mean, what the fuck? This wasn’t my fault, and I didn’t even get a chance to defend myself. How is that fair? Emma’s footsteps caught my attention as I saw her exit. “Hey!” I shouted. She started to pick up the pace, not even glancing at me as usual. I moved to follow her, matching her pace. “Hey! What the fuck was that?” “Leave me alone,” she replied, still keeping her head forward. She rounded a corner and into an empty hallway by the dressing rooms. What peaked amateur your interest in that?" She made her way downstairs and fixed indian a pot of coffee. “Yeah, to the game store,” I said. Do it really fast and rough. You can finish her! It had been three years since I saw the pushy blonde who strong-armed me into being a cheerleader and utterly changed my life. As for clicking, you are right, I too feel a connection that is stronger than a one night stand.” then kissed her lightly. I had a wonderous orgasm. “I love being in your... your outdoors cunt!” Between the fear and the moral decisions, she hadn't planned that far ahead. I was in heaven. Her role is as my superior’s Personal Assistant and as such, means we interact almost on a daily basis.