Hard no

"Fuck no," said Kana. "I fucking earn my grades. I'm not going to let people start rumors that I sucked my grades out of a teacher's dick."

Alana was stunned and didn't really understand. "But-"

Kana raised up her hand and shut the other girl down. "Just stop. It's a fun fantasy, but a shit reality."

Alana let it go. Kana seemed to be annoyed by the question ruining her fantasy, but she quickly focused on flipping through her book for a last minute review. By the time Mr Winters handed out the tests, Kana was all business. By the time the bell rang, Kana seemed to be in a better mood again. She walked up to the teacher's desk and handed her test over with a slight smile, the twirled away fast enough to make her cheerleader skirt flip up a little in a way that drew attention to her terrific legs. Mr Winters didn't look, but Alana felt that his head twitched a little as if he was making an effort not to look.

Their next class was English with Mr Visser. Unlike calculus class, nobody was hot for teacher in English glass. He was old, overweight, and a little gassy. Unfortunately, he seemed much more interested in the students than Mr Winters ever was. He definitely stared at Kana's legs as she walked in.

Alana hadn't had this class before she'd wished to be around Kana all the time, but it wasn't hard to catch up. The teacher was slow, boring, and never asked questions. At the end of the class he handed back the students' essays, including one that Alana didn't remember writing. She'd apparently gotten an 'A' on it, so that was good.

Kana seemed less pleased about her grade. In fact, she looked like she was about to explode. Mr Visser droned on about being disappointed by the grades until the bell rang, then everyone ran out of the room. Everyone except Kana, who walked up to his desk and slammed her paper on it.

"What is this?!"

Instead of being offended by her attitude, Mr Visser looked at the essay with a smile and said, "It's a B+. Definitely not up to your usual standards."

Kana put her hands on her hips. "That is not a B+ essay! I had sources, logic, and no mistakes! I worked harder than anyone else, and I deserve an A+!"

Mr Visser looked past the steaming cheerleader at Alana. "Miss Alana, I think you should get to your next class."

Alana looked at Kana, who nodded to her. She started packing up their books, then said, "I wish they'd both think I'd left and not notice that I'm still here."

The bald teacher walked to the door and closed it. "There, now that she's left, we can discuss your grade." As he talked, he walked to the other side of the room and closed the blinds. "I've definitely noticed you in my class. A girl as pretty as you who also studies hard? That's very impressive!"

Kana rolled her eyes. "It's impressive enough for an A+!"

Mr Visser closed the blinds on the last window and walked up to Kana, getting very close. "No, I'm afraid that it's too late to change that grade. However, I can see that you're a very, very determined girl. Perhaps we can arrange some... extra credit?" He ran a finger along the skin of her exposed shoulder.

Kana looked upset, but wasn't saying anything. Alana didn't like seeing her stripped of her confidence like this.