Davenport,
came in and sat behind his desk. He was the punishment man, the one that
no one wanted to be sent in to see.
"Hello, Alan," he said gravely. Alan hadn't ever been personally called
before Mr. Davenport, but Billy got into some spot of precognitive
trouble from time to time, rushing out of class to stop some disaster at
home or somewhere else in the school. Mr. Davenport knew that Alan was a
straight arrow, not someone he'd ever need to personally take an
interest in.
He crouched down next to Darren, hitching up his slacks. "You must be
David," he said, ducking down low to meet Davey's downcast gaze.
Davey punched the sofa.
"I'm Mr. Davenport," he said, and extended a hand with a big class ring
on it and a smaller wedding band.
Davey kicked him in the nose, and the vice principal toppled over
backward, whacking his head on the sharp corner of his desk. He tumbled
over onto his side and clutched his head. "Mother*fucker*!" he gasped,
and Davey giggled maniacally.
Alan grabbed Davey's wrist and bent his arm behind his back, shoving him
across his knee. He swatted the little boy on the ass as hard as he
could, three times. "Don't you ever --" Alan began.
The vice principal sat up, still clutching his head. "That's enough!" he
said, catching Alan's arm.
"Sorry," Alan said. "And David's sorry, too, right?" He glared at David.
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