CINDY'S POV

“Principal.” I breathed out as I took a step back but she didn't let go of my hand. I couldn't see her face clearly but it was evident that she had a look of worry on her face as she stared at me.

“Have you been crying? Where are your glasses? You know you can't see well without them.” She questioned in worry and loud laughter suddenly came from Peter's room, sending waves of disappointment through me again.

How could they be so happy after hurting me?

“I- I dropped it when I was leaving, b-but it's okay. I'll find my way—”

“Wait here. Don't move an inch.” She ordered and finally let go of my hand, disappointment washing over me when she walked away from me.

My gaze followed her upstairs and watched as she stopped in front of Peter's room, bending slightly to pick up my glasses for me. Was it just me or was everything she did suddenly so weirdly seductive?

She was by my side in seconds and when I reached for my glasses, she ignored my outstretched hands. I blinked in surprise when she helped me wear the glasses until I could finally see her clearly.

“Peter is a dumb kid. I'm sorry you had to see that.” She said softly and I found myself nodding like a kid. “Come on, I'll drive you home. You deserve to celebrate your wins in a better way, not with that ungrateful brat.”

She offered me her hand, which I took without hesitation, and she walked me to her car. Principal Rebecca was someone I had always adored and looked up to, especially because I was one of her favourite students.

She never hesitated to tell me how proud she was of me and I had to admit, her words of validation were what kept me going. Dating her son felt like the best thing in the world because it would have been nice to have her as a mother-in-law.

Guess all that imagination was now history.

The ride back to my house was silent and all I did was cry silently while I stared out the window. I couldn't get the image of Peter and Bella out of my head. The betrayal cut so deep that I knew it would be impossible to heal from it so easily.

Their mocking words repeated over and over again in my head and a wracked sob escaped my lips at that moment. Rebecca turned to look at me slightly and even though I wasn't looking at her, I knew her eyes were staring at me with worry.

I didn't deserve this.

Not after everything I had done for them. Not after trusting them with my whole life.

They played me like a fool—

The car suddenly came to a halt, and I turned to Rebecca, wondering why she had stopped when I wasn't home yet.

“You know, when you're sad, ice cream helps.” She pointed out, unbuckling her seatbelt already and I raised a brow in surprise.

“Ice cream?”

“What's your favorite flavor?”

“Strawberry and chocolate. I could never choose one.” I mumbled softly and she hummed in amusement as she got out of the car.

“Stay here, I'll be back.” And she was gone.

I wiped my glasses that were already stained with tears and looked outside the window to see she had stopped at an ice cream stall, probably to help me get over Peter. A principal probably shouldn't go so far to help her student but I guessed she was feeling guilty for her son's mistakes.

Which was absurd because she didn't need to. But who was I to say no to ice cream?

She returned a few minutes later and my eyes lit up at the sight of strawberry and chocolate ice cream in a cup.

“For the heartbroken lady.” She muttered, handing me the cup and I smiled excitedly, taking it from her. She was right, ice cream helped a lot with sadness and heartbreak.

The car hit the road again but I barely had to cry as all my attention was on the cup in my hands. Rebecca would glance at me occasionally and I would flash her an appreciative smile that had her smiling at me too.

When the car finally stopped in front of my dorm, I let out a depressed sigh. The ice cream was finished and I was back to reality.

“You deserve better, Cindy. I mean it.” I heard Rebecca say and I shook my head in negation, her words meaning nothing compared to the words they had told me earlier.

“I didn't deserve all that, principal—”

“Call me Becca when we're alone. I'm not your principal here, am I?” She said softly and I stared at her for a while, a wave of heat rushing over me at her command.

“Becca,” I whispered and it felt like it was all in my head, but I could have sworn I heard her suck in a sharp breath when I called her that. Maybe I was beginning to imagine things, the betrayal definitely did something to my brain.

“You were saying?”

“I was saying… I didn't deserve all that, right? I gave him everything he asked for. I was planning to give him my virginity tonight. I did everything I could for them, how could they treat me like this? Like a disposable piece of trash?” I questioned, not to her or myself, because I knew she didn't have the answers either.

“You were too precious for him to handle, and he's a fool for letting you go. You, Cindy, are beyond perfection.” Rebecca muttered as she suddenly leaned close to me, wiping my tears and ice cream remains from my lips.

“Mark my words, Peter will regret losing a beauty like you. He has no idea what he just lost. Trust me.” She whispered, moving away from me and I didn't know what took over me the next second. But I moved.

I grabbed her collar and pulled her closer, placing my lips on her with my eyes closed. Her lips were so soft. Softer than Peter's. Softer than I had imagined.

I was kissing my principal.

Cindy's POV

My ex-boyfriend broke my heart into pieces, so I kissed his mother. It was no big deal right? I wasn't thinking straight. I could blame it on the heartbreak.

But I wasn't just kissing my ex's mother. I was kissing my principal. My role model. The woman I had always looked up to. The one I wanted to call mother-in-law.

My eyes widened when the realization hit me hard but before I could pull away, she laced her hands through my hair. Like she had been waiting for this to happen.

She tugged on my bottom lip and a soft whimper left my throat, my lips parting involuntarily. I melted into her touch as she slid her tongue into my mouth, kissing me like she had been dying to know what my lips tasted like. She moaned softly, sending shivers running through my spine as I kissed her unlike how I had kissed anyone.

Our lips moved against each other, almost like they were made to be. It was everything but perfection. Our first kiss was passionate but sloppy. I had never kissed a woman before. Not to talk of—

My principal. I was kissing my principal.

The realization suddenly coursed through me like lightning, and I pulled away immediately, my breath heavy and eyes glossy. She had a confused expression on her face when I pulled away so abruptly and my heart wouldn't stop pounding wildly in my chest.

“I'm so sorry.” I started to mutter hurriedly as I fumbled with the seatbelt. “I'm really sorry, principal.” I apologized, finally getting the seatbelt off.

“Cindy, listen to me—”

I was already out of the car, bolting to my dorm. Far away from her. Far away from her delicious lips that I wanted to kiss more.

“What have I gotten myself into?” I whispered to myself harshly, looking back occasionally to be sure she didn't follow me.

This could cause me a lot of trouble. How could I kiss my principal? A woman? What would she think of me? Would she find me disgusting? The world was unfair to queer people. And I wasn't even sure I was queer.

Why was everything falling apart?

I rushed into the dorm, collapsing on the bed with harsh sobs wracking out of me. I felt useless. Pitiful. Like a disgrace. My glasses had fallen off somewhere in the room and in anger, I flung aside the heavy medal on my neck.

What was the use of medals if all I had to my name was the title of a loser? And I just had to kiss the one woman who was off limits. What would my parents think if they saw me like this? They would be ashamed.

Maybe Peter was right.

“I'm not gay. I'm not into women. It's just the heartbreak controlling my decisions. I promise I'm not gay.” I muttered to myself over and over again but who was I kidding? The way she had grabbed my hair was everything I had ever wanted and more.

She kissed me like she was starving for me. I had enjoyed every second of it, and heaven knew that I wanted more. I wanted her to pin me against the wall and do the things her son was supposed to do—

“Fuck!” I suddenly yelled, placing my pillow over my face. I was beyond fucked.

***********

Days passed after the day that messed my life up and I was worse than before. I barely left my house. Barely took a bath. I didn't move from my bed as I spent all my time eating takeouts and chips while doomscrolling through social media. I couldn't check the school group chats.

Peter and Bella had decided to use me as their object of mockery and I realized it was all a bet. Peter and another group of guys had bet a huge amount of money to see if he could get me to fall in love with him. And I had fallen for his acts so foolishly.

Peter won. He got the money and didn't hesitate to tell the school how he played me because I was dumb. I cried myself to sleep every night until I ran out of tears to shed. I was the new face of mockery and meme-making. Everyone knew of my downfall.

How could I ever show my face at school again? How would the medals help me this time? And the one person who could help me, Principal Rebecca, I had been ignoring her calls since that day.

I couldn't bring myself to face her after what happened. I didn't want to know what she thought of me. I didn't want to act like nothing happened. I had crossed the line, committed a forbidden act. It was unforgivable.

My phone buzzed with a message from the school chat group and I saw someone had tagged me.

“Seems like the nerd is too ashamed to bring her four eyes to school. We miss you, nerd!”

Illiterates. If only they would focus on their studies this way as well. I exited the group chat instantly and turned my phone off, sobbing into my pillow for the tenth time today. I was tired of crying but my eyes obviously didn't care.

My heart wouldn't stop aching either.

Hours passed and it was finally dark when someone knocked on my door. I froze, not expecting anyone at this time of the night. I tried to stay silent, maybe the person would go away but the person kept knocking. Like they knew I was in here.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I pushed myself off the bed and sucked in a sharp breath to stabilize myself. I pulled the door open just slightly to protect myself, and I saw who it was. I rushed to close the door instantly.

But I was too late. A hand reached out, stopping the door from closing as the figure stepped in and I stumbled back in shock.

Cindy's POV

She was here. She had forced her way through before I could slam the door shut and walked into my apartment that probably reeked. Shame washed over me as I glanced at my dorm, which was decorated with empty packs of takeout and bottles of soda.

I was sure I reeked, too, because I hadn't taken a bath in days.

“Principal—”

“What were you thinking?” She interrupted me with a frown and I could see the anger written all over her face.

I knew it, I was fucked for kissing her that day. What if she expelled me from campus completely?

“I'm really sorry!” I started, bowing as low as I could to show how apologetic I was. “I wasn't thinking straight that day and I was still reeling from getting my heart broken so painfully, that's why I did that. I promise it wasn't on purpose!”

“What?” I heard her ask and I raised my head to see that she was staring at me with a confused expression.

“I- uhm- I said I'm really sorry for kissing you—”

The remaining words died in my throat when she grabbed me by my shirt and shut me up with her lips on mine. My entire body stiffened as she pulled back slightly to look at me, her eyes hazy with desire.

She kissed me again.

The way she stared at me at my knees buckling and the pit of my stomach flipping with a need I couldn't place my hands on.

“Principal…”

“I told you not to call me that when we're alone.” She muttered softly and stepped forward, almost like she wanted to merge her body with mine. I stepped back and she stepped forward again, until my back hit the wall.

She literally had me pinned to the wall and I couldn't deny it. This was so sexy.

“I thought you were mad at me for kissing you.” I managed to breathe out and she raised a brow.

“Was that why you've been avoiding my calls? Because you thought I was mad?” She asked, her eyes suddenly twinkling with amusement and I nodded slowly.

“I thought you would find it disgusting that I was attracted to you when you've always treated me like your daughter—”

“I never treated you like my daughter. You saw what you wanted to see, Cindy. And I couldn't make a move on you because you were too in love with my stupid son. Why do you think I'm a single mother?” She questioned and I frowned slightly.

“Peter said his father died when he was a child,” I muttered, her perfume making it so hard to think straight and she chuckled softly.

“I'm a lesbian, Cindy. Peter is my sister's son. He just doesn't know that. And I planned to keep that secret with me till I die. His parents died in a car crash and I had to take him in as my son. Trust me when I say I never saw you as my daughter.” She explained, her fingers caressing my cheeks gently and I let out a shaky breath.

“So you don't hate me…?” My voice came out a little too soft, almost like a whimper, and when she leaned closer to me, a soft whimper escaped my lips.

Holy fudge, she was so hot. Knowing that she was a lesbian made her even hotter, and even though I wouldn't admit that I was queer, I wanted her.

“I want to kiss you until you can't breathe and claim you as mine. You think I hate you?” She whispered softly, her lips brushing against my earlobe, and I whimpered again. “I want to show you what real pleasure is. What my fingers and tongue can make you feel. I want to fuck you into submission until my name is all you can remember.”

“Now tell me, Cindy. Do you think I hate you?”

Her words had my knees buckling as warmth spread in the pit of my stomach. Imagining her doing all that to me made my core pulse with need and I tugged on my bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping.

“I— I don't… I was wrong.” I muttered softly and she grabbed my chin, not harsh enough to sting but hard enough to show that she was in control. And fuck, I wanted her to take control of me.

“I'm going to kiss you again, Cindy. Push me away if you don't want it.” She whispered and my breath hitched, her lips hovering over mine for a while.

When I didn't pull away or push her from me, her lips finally met mine and I moaned into her mouth. My hands found their way to her hair as I laced my fingers through them while her hands found my waist.

Her hand slipped under my shirt and the moment her thumb brushed over my hardened nipples, I jerked back in pleasure, my knees buckling at the effect. If she hadn't been holding my waist, my legs would have given way.

“You're such a sensitive little thing.” She praised me softly as her thumb stroked my nipples again and I threw my head back in pleasure.

“Has he ever touched you like this?” She asked as she pulled back slightly, taking my shirt off my body. I suddenly became self-conscious as my hands went straight to my chest.

“N-no he hasn't… I— well, I planned to give him my virginity that day…” My voice trailed off the moment I saw her eyes darken with a desire that had me trembling.

“You're a virgin? He never touched you?” She questioned and I nodded. She moved, like she was about to pull away but I held her hand back, my eyes wide with worry.

“Don't leave me because of that,” I said quickly and she raised a brow at me. “I've always wanted to know what it'll feel like to be rough handled by a woman. So…”

My voice cracked a bit from feeling so nervous but I brushed the feeling away. It was too late to regret anything anyway.

“Would you like to take my virginity?”