Eager. Incredibly eager.

Once Caitlin is gone, I message Dave again, but he just sends back a message that says, "Busy". He's being a dick, so I decide to get back at him. I send Caitlin a message asking if she's finished grading the tests we took last week. When she writes back that she's working on them now, I tell her to give Dave a badly failing grade, then make up some excuse about giving him the wrong grade and change it back after he complains. That should be worth a laugh.

The next day, I'm just a tiny bit worried. Brooke hasn't messaged me again since Saturday. That seems a little odd because I thought she was so all over me over text. Maybe she's too embarrassed to talk to me after sending that nude or maybe she's fighting back against the training that I put her through.

Brooke is waiting for me at the door to the lecture hall.

"Hi, Greg!" she says as I walk through the door. She puts her hand delicately on my arm to stop me before I can go any farther, but doesn't pull it away when I stop. "Can, um, can I ask you something?!"

She is agitated as hell, and that just makes me calmer. "Sure, Brooke, what's up?"

"Would you like to go out with me?!" she blurts out a little too loud.

I act like I'm thinking about it. "Hmm. When did you have in mind?"

"After class. We can get dinner. My treat! I know a really fancy restaurant, and I don't mind paying at all!"

I shrug. "Okay, sure, why not?"

"Great!" she smiles, which I'll admit feels really good because she has a great smile. Then she turns and says, "I'll see you after class!"

"Wait, class is about to begin."

"Yes, yes, I know, but... I have to go! Be back in a few minutes!" She runs out of the room.

I go to my row and sit down between Phil and Dave, whose mouths are both hanging open.

"Dude," says Phil. "Did Brooke just ask you out?"

"Yeah, she fucking did!" I high five both him and Dave.

Dave says, "Okay, that's incredible, but why did she run out of the room afterwards? Class is about to begin, but she's not ditching, her stuff is in her seat."

"I think she needed to use the bathroom all of a sudden." This is certainly true, but not for normal bathroom reasons. I'm pretty sure that she's in there rubbing one out while thinking about me.

Caitlin walks in with a stack of papers in her hand. "Good evening, everyone. I have your tests here. Who would like to hand them back?"

One of the guys down front volunteers and takes the papers. He goes row by row, handing them back. When he comes to our row, Dave takes his paper and freaks out.

"What the fuck?" he says. "How the hell did I get a 19? I studied my ass off for this test! This wrecks my whole grade for the semester!"

"Damn, Dave," I say, doing a great job of holding back laughter. "It was multiple choice, even if you guessed randomly, you still should have gotten a 25. Did you fall and hit your head that morning?"

"You should talk to the teacher after class," says Phil.

While Dave hangs his head and groans, Brooke comes back in and tries to avoid looking at me while she finds her seat. Good idea, otherwise she might see me and think about me too much, then she'd have to go right back to her hiding spot and finger herself again.

Caitlin gives her lecture. She really has improved since I told her to be more enthusiastic. You're welcome, classmates! As soon as class finishes, Dave pops up and heads down to her podium. That's good, he suffered for the whole class, she can tell him his real grade now. Then I'll go over and tell him that I'm the one who did this to him. That will be hilarious!

Wait, that might not be good. How will I explain how I got a teacher to fail a student for a prank? Maybe I shouldn't tell him. Fuck it, it's still funny even if I don't tell him.

I head over to Brooke and say, "You ready for our date?"

This gorgeous girl with a killer body smiles at me like she's a 12 year-old with a crush on an older boy. "Yes! Let's go right now!"

I head out with her, and as we're leaving, I glance over at Dave. He's smiling and breathing hard in a way that tells me he just found out his 19 was actually a 91. Then he turns towards me, smiles maliciously, and flips me the bird.

Huh. How did he know it was me?