Stephanie and her new roomie don’t get along too well, and she lets her anger get out of control. That’s okay, Trey knows how to handle it.
My 8th-grade year, Oak Grove turned into a private school designed for the arts and music, and of course, academics. The middle school and high school converged and the school moved out into the “boonies” (as we called it). A lot of the staff was dropped and only a few of the better teachers stayed, and most of the students left. Of course, Jade, Abby, and I stayed. We were in it for the music. We actually were quite excited about going to school, for once. It’d be like a big sleepover, except we couldn’t all share a room. But we’d at least be next door to one another. And the best part, the three of us all had a scholarship for the school since we excelled so much in music.
The first day of school came along and everything was a mess. Students were lined up at the office with their parents enrolling or getting their transcripts to transfer to another school. The three of us, though, just got our schedules and found our first classes.
It was a hectic day of school. A lot of my friends had left, and I had a shiny new handbook that I had to read from cover to cover by the next morning. And of course, this “new” school that had been formed would be a top private school in the state, and also known as a boarding school. Which meant they would be strict. I didn’t like the sound of that.
After hanging out with my friends at dinner, I decided to call it a night. I went to my dorm and laid lazily on my bed, getting the handbook and flipping to the front page. I hadn’t met my roommate yet, but her name was Britney and like me, she was an eighth-grader. In fact, the hallway that I was on was just for middle schoolers. Our school seemed highly separated from the high school kids, although it was all one. Their dorms were way on the other side of the campus, far away from ours.
I finally yawned and turned to page 3 of the student handbook, then glanced at the clock to see that it was 8:30. I should probably go take a shower…
“HEY!” a girl said as she barged into my room, throwing her stuff on top of my desk and slamming the door shut. “I’m Britney!” she said, her voice high pitched and squeaky. She flipped her hair then grabbed some clothes and got into the bathroom before I got a chance to say a word, then I heard the water flip on. I sighed, it’d be okay, I had some patience.
I looked back down at the handbook only to be interrupted by music, loud music. Loud music that I didn’t like… N Sync, gross. I sighed, letting my patience control my anger. I began reading again, trying my best to ignore that annoying guy’s voice. That is, until she started singing along. I was too lazy to get up though.
I finally finished reading page 3 and I got up. “Hey, Britney?” I said, giving a slight knock on the door. “Can you keep it down in there? I’m trying to finish my homework..”
“Every little thing I dooooo, Never seems enough for youuuuuu…”
“You don’t wanna lose it againnnnn I’m not like themmmmmm.”
“Baby when you finally, get to love some-bodyyyy guess what…”
“CAN YOU KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!”
I heard a loud sigh and she turned the music down a notch, not enough to actually make any difference. I sighed back and went back to my boring handbook. After I read page 6, I glanced back at the clock again. 9:30.
Someone was knocking on the door. I got up and opened it. “Hi!” the voice said. “I’m Kimberly, a prefect for the high school. I wanted to let you girls know that it’s lights out!” Too many happy people, I thought to myself. “Is there somebody in the shower?”
“Yeah, I’ll tell her,” I said, wanting to slam the door in her face.
“I have to make sure you guys are in bed before I leave.”
I sighed. “Maybe you should try getting her out of there, she’s been in for an hour..”
The music was slammed off and I turned around to see Britney, dripping wet behind me. “Hey Kim!!!!” she said with enthusiasm.
“Hey, Britney. It’s lights out. You guys have to go to bed, okay?”
“Aww, but Kimmy, I haven’t dried my hair yet!”
Argg, I couldn’t take this. I just turned around and threw the handbook back on my desk after throwing annoying girl’s backpack onto the floor.
“Hey! Don’t throw that!”
“It was on my stuff. You have your own desk!”
“Girls, girls. Come on, lights out. Now!”
Britney pouted and I went into my bed, rolling over to face the wall.
“Okay,” Britney said. “Goodnight, Kimmy!” She finished drying her hair with a towel and then jumped into her own bed. I heard the door shut and I finally drifted off to sleep.
The next morning I awoke to VERY loud music. I pulled the pillow over my head to block out the poor guy’s broken heart, but it wouldn’t go away. “GODDAMMIT!” I screamed. “DON’T YOU KNOW HOW TO KEEP THAT SHIT DOWN!” I growled and rolled over. I had another hour to get ready for school. Maybe annoying girl would be out of the shower soon.
I lay in bed, waiting for her to get out. The water shut off, and I heaved a sigh of relief. Perhaps I would get to take a shower after all. I waited, waited, and waited.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! “Britney! What the hell are you doing in there??”
The only reply was the loud music that would forever be embedded in my ears. I went back to my bed and finished reading the stupid handbook, for lack of better things to do.
At 7:20, 10 minutes before class to begin, annoying girl came out of the bathroom. I had already missed breakfast, which ended at 7:15. I ran to the bathroom, stripping my clothing then sighing whenever my body was showered with warm water, for about 2 seconds!!! “That bitch used all the hot water!” I nearly shrieked. I had to bathe though, I felt very very grimy, especially since she didn’t let me take a shower the night before. I skipped drying my hair, it was 7:30. I dressed in my uniform, grabbed my backpack, then ran to homeroom for attendance and such. The clock in the front of the classroom read 7:37, although I could tell by the stares at me that I was indeed late.
I muttered my apologies and then took a seat in the back next to Jade and Abby.
“Are you okay?” Abby asked.
“I didn’t get a shower last night, I had to listen to shitty music blaring in my ears, I missed breakfast, I took a cold shower, and I was late to class. NO! I’m not okay!”
“Ahem, Miss Carter,” the teacher said.
I looked up.
“I think a trip to the headmaster’s office is in order for you. Showing up late to class and showing disrespect by talking instead of listening.”
“But Mr. Joshua..” I said.
“This instant, young lady.”
I growled again and stood up in a pouting manner, shoving my desk in the process and stormed out of the room.
Our headmaster was a young guy, probably about 36 years old, tall and thin, semi-long hair, and glasses. He was definitely something to look at, but stern as hell. I had never personally met him before, but I had seen him, and knew he wouldn’t take any crap.
I knocked on his office door and waited nervously. I stood there, reading the sign over and over again:
Mr. Jonathan Ross
I cringed, hoping that maybe it would be a week of detention or something, maybe lunchroom duty.
“Hello,” he said, voice friendly. I finally noticed that he had opened the door. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, uh, Mr. Joshua sent me here..” I muttered.
“Ah yes, Miss Stephanie Carter is it?” I nodded. “Come in and have a seat.”
I did as I was told, hopeful that I could get off with an easier punishment.
He shut the door behind us and took a seat behind the desk. “Late for class, eh?” he asked.
“Care to explain?”
“Well, uh… my roommate was in the shower, and I had to take one, and I didn’t know she was going to stay in there til 7:20. And she used all the hot water, to make matters worse..”
“And why didn’t you take one last night?”
“Because she was in there for an hour last night too!” I said in a whiney voice.
He nodded and I sat back in my chair, fighting back tears. This stupid new girl was going to get me in trouble!
“And as for this disrespect towards Mr. Joshua?”
“I’m having a bad morning, Mr. Ross. Please give me another chance.”
He thought for a moment. “Okay, I’ll let it slide this time, but for that tardy, you’ll have to go to detention this afternoon.” He wrote me a pass and handed me a detention slip. “Go back to class, and stay out of trouble, okay?” he said smiling.
I grinned. “Thanks.” I stood up and walked out of the room, then made it back to class.
On my way to detention I stood and talked with Jade and Abby.
“I can’t stand this girl,” I said. “All I hear is stupid boybands, she uses all of the hot water, stays in the bathroom for an hour… I can’t deal…”
“It’ll be okay,” Jade said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“It isn’t fair… I had to miss breakfast and I got tardy just for this girl.”
“Aww, come on, Steph, it won’t be so bad. You’ll get used to her,” Abby said.
“Why don’t you ask Mr. Ross if you can change rooms? I’ll be willing to share a room with her and you can be with Abby. He seems like a nice enough guy..”
I took this into consideration. “Maybe.” I glanced at my watch. “I gotta go, but I’ll see you guys later.”
“Later!” they said in unison and walked off themselves.
I dug in my backpack and took the detention slip out of my backpack. Great, Trey was doing detention… Could this day get any worse?
I walked into his classroom, he taught English as well as orchestra. “Hey,” I muttered and handed him the slip.
“Well, hello, Stephanie. Have a seat, begin your homework. No talking.”
I nodded and sat at a desk in the middle of the classroom. I was okay, digging through my backpack for my stuff..
“Hey!” I heard the familiar cheery voice say.
Okay, the day could get worse.
Britney plopped down right next to me. “Awww, poor baby, got a detention!”
“Yeah, and it’s all your goddamn fault,” I muttered.
“What? Mad at me? I can’t help it if I have good personal hygiene and you don’t.”
“Taking a shower every fucking ten minutes isn’t good hygiene! It’s stupid!” I shouted.
“Hey!” I heard Trey say in the distance, but I ignored him, my anger was rising inside of me and I now stood up.
“Wake me up at 6:30 in the fucking morning, blaring that shitty music of yours, stay in the bathroom for a fucking hour, use all of the hot water, make ME skip breakfast, make ME late for class… NO I’m not mad at you, I’m pissed off!”
“Stephanie!” Trey yelled, now getting out of his own seat.
“Geeze, calm down.. it isn’t that big..” I wouldn’t let her finish her sentence, instead I decked her in the jaw, causing her to lose balance and fly right into the desk.
I was breathing heavily and as she tried to get up I knew she was nearly as mad as I was. I shoved her back down and started hitting, punching, biting, and clawing. The class stirred, I could hear talk all around me. Before we barely even got started, Trey was already there, breaking us up. “GET OFF!” he yelled at me, pulling me away, as I wouldn’t stop hitting her. “STEPHANIE CARTER! STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!” he bellowed. I think that’s when I finally realized what was happening. I let go and went back to where Trey was dragging me to, letting Britney regain herself as some students helped her up.
I ended up out in the hallway. Trey gave me a very pissed off look. “Stay out here,” he instructed and I stood against the lockers as he went back inside and settled the class down.
I was nervous as hell standing out there, waiting for Trey to “talk” to me. After a good 20 minutes of waiting, it was over. The bell rang and students filed out of the classroom, the last person being Trey. “Come inside,” he said. I met Britney, who was sitting in a desk on the front row, pouting. “Sit.” He paused as I did so. “Now, explain to me what happened, one at a time.” He looked at me.
“She took a shower last night, about the time I was going to. I let it slide, figuring whenever you have roommates you have to share the shower. She blared stupid music, and by the time she got out, it was lights out. This morning she woke me up blaring the same crappy music, taking yet ANOTHER shower, and when she got out, I hopped in, I had a quick 2 minute cold water shower, I missed breakfast AND I was late for class. And then she’s going to have the nerve to sneer at me!”
She didn’t interrupt me. “You should have gotten up earlier,” she said.
“You shouldn’t take two hours!” I shouted back.
“Stephanie..” Trey said in a warning voice.
“It isn’t fair! She takes two hours in the shower and I get in trouble!”
“Because you fight her!” he yelled back. “Now, stop yelling! I asked for a simple explanation, young lady, not another argument. Did you ever think of resolving this roommate problem by talking to her, or talking to Mr. Ross? We can get you two different roommates. Okay, Stephanie? Fighting is definitely not the way to handle this.” He turned to Britney. “Do you have anything to say?”
“I… I was just hitting back out of self-defense!”
“I know, Britney. I will talk to Mr. Ross about arranging different roommates, okay? You are free to go, Britney.”
Britney nodded and scampered out of the room, leaving me to deal with him. I sighed and looked at Trey. “Look, I’m sorry..” I began.
“I don’t want to hear it, Stephanie,” he murmured.
“But I really am… she just made me so mad…”
“That’s not a good excuse..”
“I’m having a horrible day… how would you like to be waken up to N sync or Britney Spears or any of that junk… And I missed breakfast!”
“You picked a fight on her.”
“She was mocking me!” I said defensively.
“She might have been mocking you, you might have been having a horrible day, that doesn’t change the fact that you jumped on her. AND I had to drag you off.”
“I was just upset,” I finally concluded, my voice now calm.
“I understand that you were. Next time talk to her about it, or talk to Mr. Ross, or even me. Don’t go punching her lights out, okay?”
Trey walked over to the door and shut it. “Fighting is unacceptable, Stephanie,” he said. “You will appear in detention again tomorrow afternoon since you didn’t have a detention today.” I was going to protest but decided against it. He sat down in his chair. “Come over my lap now,” he said. “You know fighting is against the rules, and you know what happens whenever you do it.”
His eyes stared into mine, which were tearing up by this time. “Please, Trey… just detention… just detention pleaseeee…”
“No,” he said flatly. “You will be spanked. You’re going to have to learn that there are consequences for your actions. Now, over my lap, Stephanie.”
I hesitated but the look he gave me forced my jelly-like legs to walk towards him. My stomach tied into knots. “I- I’m sorry..” I muttered, and he pulled me across his lap, then proceeded to lift my skirt up and pull my panties down to my knees. I squirmed a bit from feeling the draft of cool air on my now naked bottom. The last time I had gotten spanked was the time that he caught me with cigarettes… and I definitely wasn’t looking forward to this happening again.
“You know that fighting is against the rules, and you did it anyway. I have no other decision but to do this,” he said.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
I squirmed over his lap, kicking a little bit as he developed a rhythm. His spanks were precise and stingy.
“Owwwww,” I said, feeling the burn more and more as his smacks got harder and harder.
The spanking continued, intensity and speed of the swats increasing.
“I’m sorrrrryyyyyyyy,” I whined, kicking harder as a few tears squeezed out of my eyes.
“I know you are, Steph, but I have to do this. You will never fight again.”
I could do nothing but cry at this time. It hurt so badly and I was embarrassed and ashamed that I had done something so stupid. And Trey was so disappointed. I felt horrible.
“Are you SMACK! ever going to SMACK! fight SMACK! again, Stephanie SMACK SMACK!”
“Nooooo,” I whined.
He laid his hand down on my back. I just lay there, weakly crying, muttering apologies. “It’s okay, Steph. I’m all finished. It’s over,” he said, picking me up from my position and hugging me. “I don’t want you to do this ever again, okay?” I nodded. “Now, let’s go talk to Mr. Ross about changing roommates, okay?”
“Sounds good,” I agreed.