Flash a Classmate (and the teacher takes the phone)

The text was from Ted. I dare you to flash a classmate, the text read, _make it look like an accident. _That mother-fucking horndog, Brandi thought, too flustered to realize that her teacher was still talking to her.

"Brandi!"

"Oh, uh...what?"

"I said, bring me that phone. You know my class rules, if you can't control yourself around you're phone, I'll help."

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry." Brandi said, rushing down to the front to hand over her phone. Ms. Trunton's eyebrows went up when she saw what Brandi was wearing, and when even further up when she looked down at where Brandi had placed her phone on the teacher's desk.

Brandi looked down as well, and her heart stopped in her chest when she saw that she'd forgotten to close her messages or turn off her screen! Ted's dare was still visible and Ms. Trunton had just read it.

"Oh, Ms. Thompson, you surprise me," Ms. Trunton said, too quietly for the other students to hear, "I didn't know you had this sort of...naughtiness in you. Well, well, well...don't let me stop you, I'm interested in seeing if you have the guts." Brandi turned beet red.

And then, louder, for the classes benefit. "You may pick up your phone after class."

Brandi turned quickly and returned to her seat. Ms. Trunton continued lecturing, but Brandi noticed she was keeping a close watch on her.

Brandi wondered if she could really go through with flashing a classmate, knowing full well that her lesbian teacher was eagerly watching to see if she would do it.