Emma Argues With Principal Figgins Novels & Stories

Emma laughed at how such a little thing, like a car ride from a principal, could make her little girl so excited. “It’s because the truck is having engine trouble, sweetie. Right, Mr. D’Angelo?” She gave him a warning glance and he agreed. “Now buckle up.” One little white lie won’t hurt. Emma made a concerted effort during the ride home to act normal, and thanked God her principal had followed her lead.

Emma is practically vibrating with joy. The principal decides not to unpack the Interpol comment. Brave of her. “Do you practice healthy conflict resolution strategies around children?” “I rarely punch people in front of kids. Is that what you mean?” Libby groans. “MATTEO.” Emma beams. “I like him.” The principal rubs her temples. “Okay… and do you model stable romantic relationships?” “We’re in love,” I say again, because apparently I have become possessed. The principal smiles warmly. “That’s beautiful. How long have you two been together?”

And she wasn’t about to let some rich woman—who had everything handed to her—look down on her. “Please!” the principal spoke just in time, right as Calla was about to snap back. “This isn’t helping anyone.” She raised her hands as if to calm the air in the room, her voice trying to sound firm but almost pleading at the same time. Calla let out a sharp sigh through her teeth, her fingers digging into her hair. She shut her eyes for two seconds, nodding in agreement. This back-and-forth argument won't solve the issue at hand now.

“There’s been a… situation involving Emma and Mason.” Brielle closed her eyes. “Are they hurt?” “No, no,” the woman said quickly. “No injuries. Just… feelings.” Of course it was feelings. “I’ll be there in ten minutes,” Brielle said, already reaching for her purse. The Scene of the Crime Emma sat stiffly in a plastic chair outside the principal’s office, arms crossed, chin lifted in defiance. Mason sat beside her, slouched low, staring at his sneakers with exaggerated innocence. Between them sat the hoodie.

“I know how they are, all those little girls. She probably made you feel like a man, didn’t she? Made you feel young again .” “Mum!!.” Gemma butted in as she widened her eyes pointing at Lili and Mia. “They are children here.” Mia swatted her big sister’s hands away from her. Javan focused on Emily. “If Addison arrives, and you manage to even bring up an evidence that she’s after my money then I’ll break up with her.” “You’ll leave this villa.” Emily argued back bargaining. Javan agreed widening his arms to show he was down for it. “I’ll leave this villa.”

She said crying out. Wait, had the tables turned and no one informed me? "Your son launched an attack on a professor of this prestigious school." The principal said to her, with a serious face. "That's a lie!" Melissa suddenly calls out. "Silence, girl. Who allowed you here?" The principal demands. "Allow the child to speak. Go on Melissa, tell us what happened." Alpha Jack said. "But she was not even there." I protested. "You shall get your chance. Remain shut." Beta Benson said and I already knew I would never be getting a chance to defend myself.

This is an explanation. Jamie felt a sense of dread, "can I watch the CCTV footage, then?" He asked again but the girl just shook her head again. "Sorry ma'am, but we can't show the footage right away without permission—" the woman almost jumped in shock when Jamie slammed the bag she was holding on the table. "Are you telling me, I'm not even that important? I just want to know if someone picked up my secretary, why can't you let me?!" His actions became more anxious.

Their expressions shifted instantly from amused condescension to mortified recognition. "Ms. Mitchell—" Peterson stammered. "We were just—" "Discussing my qualifications," Emma finished calmly. "Or perceived lack thereof." Wilson attempted recovery. "Just locker room talk, you understand. No offense intended." "Strange," Emma replied coolly. "I've been in actual locker rooms with players who manage more respectful conversation." "We apologize for any misunderstanding," Peterson offered weakly. "There's no misunderstanding." Emma maintained direct eye contact. "You believe I'm unqualified for my position and involved with Mr. Volkov for mutual advantage. Your positions are perfectly clear."

"Is it clear?" "Yes, ma'am," Jade answered alone and Nick only quietly nodded. "We're not in a relationship, Miss." Fera declared which made the Principal smile. "That is not what I saw, darling." She sweetly answered but venomously to scare Fera from answering. "Not everything that you saw is true," she rebutted and Nick elbowed her. But she didn't even turn to him. "You may now go," she dismissed them but Fera stayed and didn't move an inch. She was only eyeing the principal who was looking straight at her too, and, her decision was final.

Marissa POV. “Principal Adams, we are sorry for all this,” I said. “It is not a problem, I understand,” the principal said. “I will cover up for the damages, and I would like to see Nova before I go,” I said. “Thanks, it happens” I walked out of the office with Emilio. “Dolcezza, who ever that woman is, she looked like she was going to kill you,” “She can't,” “Just say the word, I can make her disappear, if you want,” Emilio said.