When I walked into the headmaster's office, everyone turned to look at me. His secretary, a sweet woman in her early 60s, gave me a sympathetic look. "Hello, dear." She greeted me as I approached her desk. "I was wondering if you were going to come in today."
"How bad is it?" I asked her, cringing at the nervousness in my tone.
She gave me that smile again, which was probably meant to be comforting but was actually quite unnerving. "It's hard to say. I don't think you'll be in as much trouble as the other boy involved though."
I felt all blood drain from my face. They knew about Matt. This was going to destroy his father's presidential campaign. I know I had just ended it with him and all, but I didn't want things to blow up in his face either.
"Relax, dear. Take a seat and I'll let
