"Hi, you must be Myles's father. It's nice to meet you. I’m Tessa Campbell," Tessa stated. He suppressed a smile as he watched her eyes travel over his large six foot five frame with raised eyebrows. Her wide eyes roamed from his black biker boots up to his faded jeans and tight black t-shirt. They lingered on the ink trailing down his arm, then moved to the President’s patch sewn on his leather vest. He ran a hand through his thick shaggy hair. It was dark with a hint of gray, just like the stubble of his beard. The ladies had always told him that his dark hair made his blue eyes seem more intense. When her eyes finally met his, he found it hard to keep his focus.
"Name's Cole Bishop. Nice to meet ya. Care to let me in on what this is all about?" Bishop asked firmly. He glanced over to Myles and gave him a stern look.
Tessa turned her eyes to Myles and placed her hand on his shoulder, "Let's take your father down to the classroom. You can get on the computer while we talk. It shouldn't take long, and you can get caught up on your homework."
Bishop followed them down the long, empty hall, enjoying the view of the teacher's ass as she walked into the classroom. He noticed her classroom had a home-like feel to it. There were lamps around the room, and there was a small sofa in the corner for a reading area. The room was cozy, and her small desk was very neat and organized. His dick got hard just thinking of bending her over that desk. Damn, my head is not in the right place for this conversation. He needed to focus on Myles, not his hot teacher. He wanted to get this over with as soon as possible so he could meet up with Renegade. He had other things he needed to take care of.
"So what's this all about? What did Myles do?" Bishop demanded as he entered the classroom.
Tessa walked over to her desk and sat down. She motioned for him to do the same. "Actually, Myles was in a one-sided fight during my Language class this afternoon. We were discussing idioms, and how we use them in everyday conversations. One of the students in the class provoked Myles with his choice of idiom, and he took the bait," Tessa tried to explain.
"So you’re saying that ‘idioms’ caused Myles to fight during your class?" Bishop tried to hold back his temper. Myles knew what he thought about starting fights at school. This was a stupid waste of his time.
"Basically, this kid, Bradley, implied that he wanted to 'knock Myles into next week'. We were discussing the different phrases, and Bradley chose that phrase to get Myles riled up. It worked better than he expected. Myles ended up hitting him several times. Myles is a very bright young man, and he knows that fighting is not tolerated in my class. They all know that I have high expectations for my students," Tessa stated firmly.
"I'll take care of it," Bishop snapped, becoming even more irritated as he became restless in his seat.
"There has to be a consequence to his behavior or he won't learn his lesson, Mr. Bishop. I have a suggestion if you’re willing to hear me out," Tessa continued and tried to settle herself.
“Well, this oughta be good. What do you have in mind, Mrs. Campbell?” Bishop asked, sarcasm dripping from his words.
“Well, Mr. Bishop, we have our yearly school fair coming up next month. I thought it’d be a good idea to have Myles help with the preparations. There is a great deal of work that has to be done to get things ready, and I think Myles would benefit from helping with a project like this. He could stay after school with me a couple days a week and help get things organized. We have to get the games together and paint the signs that will go around town. I’ll have several other workers, too, so he will have some help. Consider it community service,” Tessa said hopefully. He could tell she really wanted him to do this. The sincere look in her eyes made it hard for him to turn her down.
“So you want him to make games and paint some signs for his punishment? Hmm… Sounds like he’s getting off pretty easy with that, but if that’s what you wanna do, it works for me. When does he start, and when will I need to pick him up?” Bishop asked.
“I’ll need him to be here on Tuesdays and Thursdays till about five o’clock.”
“OK, sounds good. I’ll pick him up tomorrow at five o’clock out front.” He gave Myles a disapproving look. “Let’s go Myles. We have some talking to do. Sorry about the trouble, Mrs. Campbell. I’ll set him straight when we get home,” Bishop huffed as he got up to leave.
“It’s really not a problem. I think Myles is a great kid. I’m looking forward to working with him over the next few weeks. I think it’ll be good for him to meet some of the other kids in school, and it’s Ms. Campbell or you can just call me Tessa,” she said with a smile and reached to shake his hand.