EXTRA CREDITS

Have you ever fantasized about a professor? Not in that dreamy, soft-focus movie way—but in the real way. The dirty, sweaty, inappropriate way. The kind that could ruin your GPA, your reputation, and maybe even your life. Lexie Monroe had. And unfortunately for her, it wasn’t just a fantasy anymore. "Five, six, seven, eight!" Lexie twirled into the routine with perfect precision, her thick hips swinging in rhythm as her pear-shaped body moved like it was born for this. At 5'5", with toned thighs, a tiny waist, and curves that stopped traffic, she was the kind of girl who turned heads without trying. Ponytail high, lip gloss shimmering, she bounced with confidence that bordered on arrogance. She *was* the star of the squad, after all. It was late afternoon on the university field, and the cheerleading team was deep into practice under the dying sun. Music blasted from the portable speaker while the other girls tried to match Lexie's energy. But nobody could. She had the it-factor, the magic, the don't-give-a-s**t sparkle that made her stand out even among beautiful girls. So when the principal himself marched out onto the field, the entire squad paused, panting, sweating, and blinking. "Lexie Monroe," he called, his voice stiff and authoritative. "Come with me." Now." Lexie rolled her eyes. "Ugh." What now?" The principal's office smelled like old carpet and disappointment. Lexie slouched in the stiff leather chair across from Principal Simmons, still in her cheer skirt and cropped top, sweat glistening on her skin. Her white sneakers were grass-stained, and she hadn't even had time to grab her water bottle. "Lexie," Simmons said, hands folded on his mahogany desk, "we have a serious issue." "If this is about me yelling at Becky during practice, she totally deserved—" "It’s not about Becky. It’s your grades." Lexie froze. "My what now?" "You are currently failing Media Ethics, Intro to Communication Theory, and barely scraping by in the rest. If this continues, you will be academically dismissed." Her stomach dropped. "But… my parents… they paid a lot of money for me to be here. Like, a *lot* lot." Principal Simmons sighed. "This isn't a matter of tuition. This is about academic performance. And unless your next exam in Professor Wolfe's class shows drastic improvement, you're out." Lexie narrowed her eyes, leaned forward, and uncrossed her legs slowly. "There has to be some way we can work this out. I'm sure we can find a... mutual benefit." Simmons' face hardened. "Miss Monroe. If you ever attempt to bribe me again—with money *or* your body—you will be expelled immediately. Are we clear?" Lexie smirked, but her cheeks burned. "Crystal." The Sigma Pearls Sorority House was a glittery, pink explosion of estrogen and bad decisions. Lexie pushed through the double doors, her ponytail now sagging, and mood worse than her GPA. Upstairs, she heard moaning. "Tiff!" she called out. No answer. She swung open her bedroom door to find her best friend Tiffany—a bleach-blonde Barbie in a hot pink bra and matching thong—straddling a very naked guy on *Lexie's* bed. "Oh my God, really?" Lexie groaned. Tiffany squealed, tossed her hair, and shoved the guy off her. "Oopsie" Babe, you gotta go. Lexie and I have girl time." The guy smirked, pulled up his jeans, and winked at Lexie. "Nice seeing you again, Lex." She rolled her eyes. "Whatever." When the door slammed shut, Tiffany bounced back onto the bed, chewing gum like a cow on c***k. "Sooo what's up, slut? You look like someone peed in your protein shake." Lexie flopped beside her. "I'm failing Media Ethics. Simmons said "if I don’t pass the next exam, I'll get kicked out." Tiffany gasped dramatically. "Nooo! What about the winter showcase? Who else is going to do the triple-flip split slut drop?" Lexie groaned. "Not the point, Tiff. I might actually get *expelled*." "Okay, calm your t**s. We’ll fix this. First things first: retail therapy. New shoes. Maybe something with rhinestones." Lexie laughed despite herself. "How are you *so* dumb and still manage to survive this school?" "Easy," Tiffany said with a wink. "I screw smart guys." They both cracked up. "Fine," Lexie said. "Let’s go shopping tomorrow. But I really need to figure out how to not fail Wolfe’s class." Tiffany sat up straight. "Wait… Professor Wolfe? The tall, scary-hot guy who looks like he kills people for fun?" Lexie nodded. "Yup." Tiffany grinned. "Girl." Seduce *him*." Lexie wrinkled her nose. "I don’t think it’s right to cheat on my boyfriend." Tiffany rolled her eyes. "Please. "You banged that hot guy at summer camp, remember?" Lexie’s face flushed. "We were on a break, okay? And that guy was *so* hot." "Exactly," Tiffany said with a snort. So channel that energy and make Wolfe your next project. Think of it as... *extra credit*." Lexie bit her lip. That night, Lexie was in bed in a tank top and tiny sleep shorts, scrolling through her phone, when she heard the window slide open. She didn’t even look up. "You’re late." A warm chuckle answered her. "You missed me. Admit it." Brayden climbed through the window like a pro. Six feet of muscles, tattoos, and douchebag swagger, her on-and-off boyfriend of three months. His messy dark hair and sharp jaw made girls melt. Lexie melted too. She just didn’t like admitting it. "I was busy failing school," she said. "Then let me help you feel better." He crawled into bed with her, their mouths meeting in a slow, hot kiss. His hands were already under her shirt, thumbs brushing the curve of her waist. Lexie let herself get lost in the moment. Until his phone buzzed. Brayden tensed. Lexie pulled back. "Who is it?" He didn’t answer. He just checked the screen, swore under his breath, and stood up. "I gotta go." "Seriously? You just got here." "I know. I’ll make it up to you. I promise." He kissed her forehead and climbed out the window without looking back. Lexie stared at the ceiling, something tight curling in her chest. It was going to be a long semester. And tomorrow, she had a plan.