Detention

"Matt, I'm concerned." Ms. Chadra sat on the corner of her desk, leaning toward Matt and giving him more than an eyeful of cleavage.

He nodded. "I'm sorry. I was distracted once more."

"You weren't just distracted yourself, which is your problem. You were distracting other students which is my problem." {if Ms. Chadra>9}She reached across and stroked his hair.{endif}

"Hey, that's not fair. I mean, I wasn't the one who kept crossing and uncrossing my legs or tying and untying the top of my dress. Any guy would have been distracted."

"Maybe so, but do you think those girls would have done that to just any guy?"

That stopped him for a second. But then again, he wasn't anything special. He was working on his body but he certainly wasn't in the same league as Jordan or Freddy. He was moderately smart, but this school was full of smart guys who'd been tutored since they were babies to get all the advantages wealth could bring. He was new, which probably meant something but whether that something was positive or negative he couldn't say. The more he thought about it, the more one thing stood out. "I guess they would have done it to just about any guy who actually paid attention to them."

She smiled. "Exactly. They're teenage girls, Matt. They crave attention. And you're giving it to them."

"But... but what am I supposed to do?"

"What you're supposed to do is pay attention in class. Then you're supposed to go to college, get a good job--"

"Yeah, I know all that. The Hill special. Go to daddy's college, get into the right fraternity, meet the right rich people, get a job as an investment banker or Hollywood agent, and fuck a raft of cute interns."

She nodded. "Cynical much, Matt?"

"Yeah, I am. There are kids in this school who don't have half the brains of the kids at Aaron Burr but they're going to be rich and successful because they had the right parents and went to the right school."

"And so you screwing all the girls here is going to make up for it?"

He considered. Was that really what he was doing? But it wasn't. She was wrong. "I haven't screwed any girls. But even if I had, I'm not like that. I don't think sex is about punishing women. I wouldn't be interested in sex if I didn't intend for it to be fun for both me and the women involved."

She nodded slowly. "I see. Well, you're going to be sitting in the front row for the rest of the semester. If you keep up your test scores, you'll do well and be on your way to those investment bank or Hollywood agent--"

"I still can't join my father's fraternity. I'll always be the assistant who does all the work while the rich guy screws the interns."

"Give yourself a chance, Matt. Sex is great. I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun with it. But it's only part of life. Make sure you get some of the rest of live in there."

"Sure, Ms. Chadra."

"Now, do you want a ride home?"