
Principal Walker sits at his desk, flipping through papers like any other afternoon. Charlotte knocks. He waves her in with that easy smile he keeps for the good ones. The student president. Straight As. A girl who never gives him grief. She shuts the door and gets straight to it. The rule about teachers keeping quiet on trans stuff. She tells him about sex-ed class, about a kid whose partner is trans and needed real answers. Says the teacher cracked, talked about her own transition, and the whole room finally breathed easier. Charlotte's proud. She slides a petition across his desk, signatures and all. Walker's jaw tightens. The smile dies fast. He picks up the phone, calls Ms. Peters to his office. Charlotte's face goes pale. She didn't sign up to get her teacher fired. Ms. Peters walks in and stands her ground. The argument turns hot. Walker talks rules. Peters talks real lives. Something shifts. The tension in the room changes pitch. Eyes lock, something hungry underneath the anger. Charlotte watches, then says it flat out. Maybe they should figure this out up close. Walker hesitates, says he wouldn't know where to start. Peters smiles, tells him she'll show him. Clothes come off. Charlotte guides his hands and mouth first, then climbs in. Walker stops thinking. He follows where they lead, learning fast with skin and breath and the three of them tangled on the office couch.
Principal Walker sits at his desk, flipping through papers like any other afternoon. Charlotte knocks. He waves her in with that easy smile he keeps for the good ones. The student president. Straight As. A girl who never gives him grief. She shuts the door and gets straight to it. The rule about teachers keeping quiet on trans stuff. She tells him about sex-ed class, about a kid whose partner is trans and needed real answers. Says the teacher cracked, talked about her own transition, and the whole room finally breathed easier. Charlotte's proud. She slides a petition across his desk, signatures and all. Walker's jaw tightens. The smile dies fast. He picks up the phone, calls Ms. Peters to his office. Charlotte's face goes pale. She didn't sign up to get her teacher fired. Ms. Peters walks in and stands her ground. The argument turns hot. Walker talks rules. Peters talks real lives. Something shifts. The tension in the room changes pitch. Eyes lock, something hungry underneath the anger. Charlotte watches, then says it flat out. Maybe they should figure this out up close. Walker hesitates, says he wouldn't know where to start. Peters smiles, tells him she'll show him. Clothes come off. Charlotte guides his hands and mouth first, then climbs in. Walker stops thinking. He follows where they lead, learning fast with skin and breath and the three of them tangled on the office couch.