Then again, it does mean no more biology for all the rest of my days...

I text Lewis. "Take your time, Perkins is grading my test." I reenter the building and walk to Mr. Perkins' classroom.

I can't believe I'm going to do this. Does this make me a slut if I just sleep with a random person?

I take a deep breath, open the door and walk in. Mr. Perkins is leaning on his desk and looks over in surprise. He says, "What can we do for you?"

I say "I thought about what you said, and I'm in."

He says, "Well, there is a slight complication." He gestures to the back row.

I look over. Garrett is not alone. In addition to Garrett is Lucas, the fourth year senior, and Seth, who is in his second senior year. Perkins motions me over to his desk.

I ask “So does this mean what I think it means?”

He nods and says, “It would be unfair to help Garrett out and leave the other two out. I know one was a big ask, but three? I wouldn’t dream of asking you to do that.”

I almost feel sorry for Perkins. I am also becoming intrigued at what the experience would be like.

I ask Mr. Perkins, “So if I’m putting in three times the effort on my part, what’s my payoff?”

He says, “Let me make a quick phone call. Don’t go anywhere.”

He walks out of the room with his cell phone. I lean on the desk with my arms crossed under my breasts. The boys stare at me dumbfounded. It isn’t like they haven’t seen a girl before. The irony is they have no clue what could possibly happen next.

Perkins returns a few minutes later and motions for me to come out in the hallway.

“So here’s the deal. Principal Jackson wants to see them gone. I told him I have a student who is willing to help me with a science lab that I can use in place of their exam grade. The last hurdle to them graduating and leaving Littletown High forever is secured.”

“Okay, so I’m the student who is POTENTIALLY willing to help you with this so-called lab. Again, where is my benefit?” Thank God my mom put me on the pill when I turned fifteen. Something tells me Perkins doesn’t keep condoms stocked.

“He has agreed to let that student take the rest of the school year off with no attendance penalty.”

“He can do that?” I am dubious.

“He looked at your other class grades. You could skip your finals except for biology and still pass. As for this class, the lab grade would substitute for your final exam, and you would still graduate.”

The idea of starting my summer three weeks early has some appeal. The question is am I willing to turn into the senior class slut to get there?