Detention.

Beth arrived at the detention room shortly after the last bell. She grabbed the roll sheet from the desk. Schiff said it's only one student, that shouldn't be too- She cut off as she read the name. Billy Preston.
Beth rolled her eyes. Billy was.... an issue. He had been held back as a freshman due to grades and also disciplinary issues. He was a senior now, and she wondered if he was going to graduate even now, considering everything she'd heard about his current shenanigans. She didn't have Billy as a student, currently. But she had had him last semester. He had turned 18 just before classes adjourned for Christmas. She wondered if he would just drop out if he couldn't graduate this year.
Beth glanced at the clock. It was 2:42. Detention students were required to report by 2:45, 15 minutes after last bell. If Billy skipped, he would probably get a Saturday detention, or even suspension. On the bright side, at least I'll get to go home after marking him delinquent.
Just as the clock was about to tick over to 2:45, Beth stood and went to the door. Wasting my damn... The door opened as she reached for the handle, and she stepped back to avoid getting struck by it. Billy Preston sauntered in, that aggravating smirk plastered on his face. He seemed to be in no rush.
"Well... hello, Miss Wilson. Didn't think you had detention duty on Fridays."
"Just...sit down and be quiet, Mr. Preston." The way his eyes moved up and down her body {if Shame < 30
}gave her a warm flush she did not entirely dislike, despite his insolence. {elseif Shame < 70
}made her want to slap his face. Insolent little prick. {else
}filled her with disgust, and a little bit of...something else, which made her even more disgusted.{endif} Billy was tall, at least 4 inches taller than Beth herself. His blond hair was unkempt, but at least it looked clean. His clothes were well worn, and cheap, but they had no holes or frayed cuffs. His backpack had seen better days, and Beth tried to ignore the smell of weed on him.
Beth directed Billy to a desk, then walked to the front of the room and sat at the proctor's desk. When she turned, she could see that Billy was watching her. {if Dat Ass = 1
}Staring at my ass. {endif
}{if Shame > 70
}Gross. {elseif Shame > 50
}Perverted little shit.{elseif Shame > 30
}Typical.
{else
}Go ahead, get an eyeful. That's all you're getting. {endif
}
"Homework, Mr. Preston. I'm sure you have plenty." Beth pulled out her own work and tried to ignore him.
"I don't have anything I can do here, without a computer." He said flatly. "I'm sad that I don't have you....as a teacher this semester. You were always my favorite." Beth did not like his little pause there{if Shame < 30
}, but she couldn't deny the pleasure she felt at the implication. {else}.{endif
}
"That's very flattering, Billy. No talking."