I've got my A in biology, no sense getting an A in slutology too

I answer as quietly as I can. “I’m sorry Mr. Perkins, I’m not comfortable doing that.”

Perkins sighs and says, “I don’t blame you. It’s a lot to ask. Thank you for at least considering it. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

I grab my bag and leave the classroom. The halls are empty and I stand outside the entrance waiting on Eric and Lewis to pick me up.

The problem with it being quiet and having nothing to do is your mind wanders. Mine wandered. Would it really have been so bad? One quickie and then I can skip a class carte blanche for the rest of the school year?

Then again, doing that with someone I don’t know is not all that appealing either.