Yearning.

Principal Weems, one of a kind. Tall and absolutely gorgeous.

You felt like you were being taunted. Every time Larissa smiled with those pearly whites and lips painted red, every time she'd sit just to reach your height when speaking with you, every time she'd scold you for overworking yourself. It was testing every part of you.

"Darling."

Fuuuuu-

It's like she knew that her pet names were something you secretly enjoyed a little too much. You lapped up every praise like it was water in the middle of a dry desert. It didn't help that her accent only made it better.

Hearing Larissa call you, you stop your work and turn your head towards her. None of your emails matter if you had a 6 ft british woman in authority talking to you.