Setting: After school, Roden is just about to leave his classroom when the principal stops by


Principal: -ish standing at the doorway of Roden's classroom- Roden!
Roden: -jumps because he's packing up at his desk and looks at the principal- Yes?
Principal: -walks in- So I heard you are seeing a student.
Roden: I see a student every day. Nothing new here.
Principal: -rolls eyes- You know what I mean.
Roden: Obviously, I don't.
Principal: I mean dating, Roden. Are you dating a student?
Roden: Depends. Are you dating a certain teacher?
Principal: -mouth drops open- How'd-- -shakes her head- Never you mind. -changes subject back to original topic- Roden, it's against the rules to date a student. You should know that.
Roden: -grins from her previous reaction, but lets it fade- Indeed, I do.
Principal: And? Are you dating a student?
Roden: If I say yes, will it bother you to let me pack up and leave?
Principal: So, is that a yes you are?
Roden: I never said yes. I said, "If I said yes."
Principal: But, if it was a no, you wouldn't have said that.
Roden: -looks at principal, not really shure what to say-
Principal: Roden, who's the student? You are obviously lying to me.
Roden: What student?!
Principal: Roden, for God's sake, you know what student! Who is the student you are dating?
Roden: Why should I tell you? That's basically intruding a person's private life.
Principal: You're intruding mine. How do you know who I'm dating?
Roden: It's called gossip among teachers. Ever heard of it? And how do you know that I'm dating a student?
Principal: Another student reported that they saw you kiss a student before leaving.
Roden: And you believe this student? Students are very capable of lying... I've had plenty of lies to me about homework, so shouldn't it be the same for false reports?
Principal: Goddamnit Roden, no it's not the same and you should know that.
Roden: Maybe I know that.
Principal: Good. Just who is the student?!
Roden: The student who reported? I don't know.
Principal: -sighs- No. The student you are seeing.
Roden: Seeing as in dating?
Principal: Yes, Roden, yes. Now who is that fucking student you are dating?
Roden: Tsk, tsk. Swearing in school. And I ain't fucking no student. He won't let me until I start eating regularly again.
Principal: He? Your gay?
Roden: Yup. I like it in the ass. You should try it. Not in that woman hole of yours.
Principal: Roden! Enough fooling around. Who is the student?
Roden: Nah. Don't feel like telling you. I don't want you even more crept out that you already are.
Principal: Roden, I'm not crept out. I have gay friends.
Roden: Shure, you do.
Principal: -puts hand on head and shakes the head- Roden. Just tell me who the student is and I'll leave you alone. I won't even get you in trouble. Just tell me.
Roden: Really? I don't see how you can get me in trouble. You are the principal. I'd just get fired.
Principal: I won't fire you! Just tell me! What's so hard in telling me?
Roden: Iunno. Maybe because I don't want to?
Principal: You're impossible. You know that.
Roden: No. Not really. I'm not impossible. If I was, I'd prolly be dead.
Principal: Roden, enough. And just tell me.
Roden: Nah. I'm going to keep you guessing. -stands up and grabs schoolwork he is bringing home- I've got my boy waiting. See you tomorrow morning. -walks around the principal and leaves the room- Lock my door when you leave, please. Bye. -walks down the hall-
Principal: -just stands there slightly confused, and then leaves his classroom and locks the door-