boyfriend’s number eighteen on it—though Audrey suspected that was to advertise to any onlookers that she was, in fact, eighteen, and she could totally be fucked legally if you just asked nicely enough. The jersey had, of course, been modified so that it had a substantially deep neckline. Collected on her desk was a loose green hoodie that she wasn't wearing.
It was an outfit that completely shattered the school’s dress code, but Cindy, of course, got away with it somehow. Probably by strategically putting on her green hoodie whenever she sensed an assistant principal swinging around.
And, probably also because, despite all her other shortcomings, Cindy really was a hell of a cheerleader. She had led the team into the state championships and won for the past three years running.
As Cindy sat in her chair, doing absolutely no homework at all, she had pulled out a bright red cherry lollypop, sucking and slurping on it loudly.
Ugh, though Audrey.
Could she be more obviously a slut?
Trying to focus on her homework—not a single problem done, still—and not the clock that spelled out her impending doom, Audrey sighed and tapped her pencil on the desk.
“Psst,” said Cindy, from across the aisle.
“Seriously?” whispered Audrey. “’Psst?’ Did you just ‘psst’ at me?”
“It got your attention, didn’t it? Listen, I have to—”
“Ladies,” Mr. Strong interrupted, looking up from his crossword. “Are you seriously talking again, when you’re being punished already for having spoken too much?”
Cindy leaned forward in her desk, her bountiful cleavage shown off in her tiny, tight pink jersey. “Gosh, Mr. Strong. We’re both really sorry. We should have asked first—”
“Incorrect. You should not have said anything at all. This is study hall, not conversation time.”
Cindy pouted. “But we are studying! We have the same English class, and we have a project due next week. We were trying to be prepared.”
Say what you will about Cindy—Audrey certainly did—but the girl had a knack for knowing how to get out of trouble.
“Right,” said Audrey, getting the idea. “We really just need to figure out what gerunds are, and like also, how to dangle modifiers, and all that jazz.”
Mr. Strong twitched. He obviously wasn’t comfortable with the idea.
“Very well. For ten minutes, you may confer. But the best work, and the brunt of it, will be done on your own.”
“Ten minutes?” Audrey exclaimed. “Sir, I must protest—”
“You can do so all you like. In your head. For now, you have nine minutes and forty-five seconds remaining.” He paused, considering. “Keep your voices down.”
A few moments passed, and then, feeling the impulse to capitalize, Audrey spoke up again, “Thank you, Sir.”
Mr. Strong smiled and gave her a slight nod, returning to his militant crossword work.
“’Thank you, Sir,’” Cindy mocked.
“Shut up. You started it. Why are you doing all of this anyway?”
“I have to get out of here,” Cindy said.
Audrey's interest was suddenly piqued. “What do you mean?”
“You know my boyfriend, right? Galen?”
Audrey did. He was commonly thought of as the biggest stud in school. As the star running back for the football team, it was easy to see why. Audrey, though, usually preferred quieter, more serious men.
“Sure.”
“Well, he thinks I’ve been cheating on him. And we were going to meet up today, and I was gonna give him an extra special blowjee to make it all up to him. But if I’m late, he’ll think I’m cheating on him again.”
“So? Just tell him you got detention.”
“That’s what I’ve been telling him when—”
She stopped, her gorgeous face a bit surprised at herself.
“When what?” Audrey puzzled for a moment, and then, “Oh. You mean you have been cheating on him.”
Cindy’s lovely face turned blazing red. “ Shut up !” she hissed.
Audrey shrugged. “Look, I don’t care, all right? Cheat on him,
It was an outfit that completely shattered the school’s dress code, but Cindy, of course, got away with it somehow. Probably by strategically putting on her green hoodie whenever she sensed an assistant principal swinging around.
And, probably also because, despite all her other shortcomings, Cindy really was a hell of a cheerleader. She had led the team into the state championships and won for the past three years running.
As Cindy sat in her chair, doing absolutely no homework at all, she had pulled out a bright red cherry lollypop, sucking and slurping on it loudly.
Ugh, though Audrey.
Could she be more obviously a slut?
Trying to focus on her homework—not a single problem done, still—and not the clock that spelled out her impending doom, Audrey sighed and tapped her pencil on the desk.
“Psst,” said Cindy, from across the aisle.
“Seriously?” whispered Audrey. “’Psst?’ Did you just ‘psst’ at me?”
“It got your attention, didn’t it? Listen, I have to—”
“Ladies,” Mr. Strong interrupted, looking up from his crossword. “Are you seriously talking again, when you’re being punished already for having spoken too much?”
Cindy leaned forward in her desk, her bountiful cleavage shown off in her tiny, tight pink jersey. “Gosh, Mr. Strong. We’re both really sorry. We should have asked first—”
“Incorrect. You should not have said anything at all. This is study hall, not conversation time.”
Cindy pouted. “But we are studying! We have the same English class, and we have a project due next week. We were trying to be prepared.”
Say what you will about Cindy—Audrey certainly did—but the girl had a knack for knowing how to get out of trouble.
“Right,” said Audrey, getting the idea. “We really just need to figure out what gerunds are, and like also, how to dangle modifiers, and all that jazz.”
Mr. Strong twitched. He obviously wasn’t comfortable with the idea.
“Very well. For ten minutes, you may confer. But the best work, and the brunt of it, will be done on your own.”
“Ten minutes?” Audrey exclaimed. “Sir, I must protest—”
“You can do so all you like. In your head. For now, you have nine minutes and forty-five seconds remaining.” He paused, considering. “Keep your voices down.”
A few moments passed, and then, feeling the impulse to capitalize, Audrey spoke up again, “Thank you, Sir.”
Mr. Strong smiled and gave her a slight nod, returning to his militant crossword work.
“’Thank you, Sir,’” Cindy mocked.
“Shut up. You started it. Why are you doing all of this anyway?”
“I have to get out of here,” Cindy said.
Audrey's interest was suddenly piqued. “What do you mean?”
“You know my boyfriend, right? Galen?”
Audrey did. He was commonly thought of as the biggest stud in school. As the star running back for the football team, it was easy to see why. Audrey, though, usually preferred quieter, more serious men.
“Sure.”
“Well, he thinks I’ve been cheating on him. And we were going to meet up today, and I was gonna give him an extra special blowjee to make it all up to him. But if I’m late, he’ll think I’m cheating on him again.”
“So? Just tell him you got detention.”
“That’s what I’ve been telling him when—”
She stopped, her gorgeous face a bit surprised at herself.
“When what?” Audrey puzzled for a moment, and then, “Oh. You mean you have been cheating on him.”
Cindy’s lovely face turned blazing red. “ Shut up !” she hissed.
Audrey shrugged. “Look, I don’t care, all right? Cheat on him,
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