No.

She makes you stand there for a few agonizing minutes, but lets you sit down after that. Of course, she leave the picture hanging there for everyone to look at until class is over. You quickly make your way out of the room, and go about the rest of your day, just trying not to be noticed. You make it to the end of the day in a blur, and fall into an uneasy sleep, the anxiety of what Rick has next writhing in your brain.

You wake up the next morning, still absolutely mortified by the last two days. Your tiny secret exposed to countless people, the constant sight of girls knowingly wiggling their pinkies at you, the utter humiliation of the hottest teacher in school getting a long look at your shame. It all seems like a horrible nightmare, but you know it was real. Before you can even gather the strength to get out of bed, you hear your phone vibrate. Your eye begins to twitch when you see that it's a text message from Rick.

Meet me outside the stadium at ten. I have your next assignment.

You roll your eyes, unable to imagine how things could get much worse for you. You quickly get dressed, and make your way toward HSU's giant football stadium. You stand outside, hands in your pockets, waiting for Rick. You don't have to wait very long, however. He comes bounding up to you, a smile on his face that makes you want to punch him.

"Ready for more hell week, freshie?" he says, petting you on the back.

"Not sure how it could get much worse, but sure."

"That's the spirit. For your next mission, you're going to get naked, and run through sorority row singing 'I wish I didn't have a tiny wiener' to the tune of the Oscar Meyer wiener jingle. Then you're goin-"

"No! You know what, no! Look man, I just want to play football, and this is getting out of hand. Do you know how humiliating it is to have half the girls in school see what they saw? Not to mention the stunt in Ms. Victoria's class? No man, I'm done." You look him in the eye, refusing to back down. After a minute or two, his glare softens, and he shrugs.

"Know what, you're right, dude. It's a bit much. I'm sorry. Tell you what, you went through a really nasty prank the last couple days. We'll just call it time served, huh?"

He slaps you on the back, and you give him a look of suspicion, but he doesn't notice. He is already walking away. You don't really trust him, but there isn't much you can do about it but hope he was being sincere.