her regrets

"I remember you now," I say, trying to prevent Chelsea from revealing something that may be damaging. "You were one of my best students."

"But I honestly wish I had not done well in your class. I wish I had dressed more revealingly, like Claire Miller." she says solemnly, as she moves towards the desk.

"Like Claire?" I ask. "She was at the bottom, and barely passed."

"Yes, she was at the bottom," Chelsea echoed, "... but then she gave you a blow job, and you made her pass." She starts to mop the edges of the large wet spot on the desk.

"Who told you?" I ask, somewhat embarrassed.

"She herself told me and I felt hurt." Chelsea pauses and finally continues. "Because, I... I had... I had a crush on you... There, it's out now.... I really tried to do well in your class... hoping you'd notice me... but you noticed her first."

"Well, well," Sofia interrupts, placing her arm around Chelsea. "It's not yet the end of the world, and both of you are in the same room. So what do you want to happen?"