"I fucked the janitor."

"I fucked the janitor," you whisper, as Mr. Weinberg continues the lesson to the class.

"What? Are you serious." Candice looks at you as if you were a psychopath.

You pull the strings.

"He didn't even see it coming. I snuck up behind him while he was cleaning Mrs. Marsh's class, and then we fucked...right on her desk."

"Are you serious? Mrs. Marsh's desk? Oh my god, Melissa, I can't believe it. You are so bad."

"Mmmmm...I know...I love being bad."

"What was he like?" She asks, curious.

"Super rough." you smile, "He taught me a lesson."

"I can't let you be my friend anymore," Candice jokes, shaking her head, "You're a bad influence."

"Yep," You smile, "I'm gonna have his baby. I hope it's a boy."

She punches your arm and takes offense, "Don't even joke about that Melissa, 'cause it will happen. Would you seriously want that?"

You just laugh and rub your stomach gently, but she's a little offended now, so you turn to pay attention to the class lessons.

Time slows down a lot. History is boring. And, you're not finished rattling the school cage. As the bell rings, you quickly rise from your seat. It's time to make an influence on someone's life, you decide.