“I want you to break your curfew. Hard to get into real trouble when you’ve got to be home so early all the time, especially on weekends.” She lowered her voice. “Rick’s parents are out of town this weekend and he’s having a party on Saturday. It’s going to be epic. And the whole upstairs is ours if we want it; i.e. a king-sized bed….” She arched an eyebrow and I could feel the impending seduction like a wave of humidity.
Mrs. Blakely—hand on the doorknob—was finishing up with Principal Schifrin; I only had a few more seconds. First, I needed to get out of Malik’s class; I would deal with Cassandra’s intentions later. If it came down to it, I could fake a stomachache, or maybe just have very real erectile dysfunction. My God, how am I going to survive two and half more years of this?
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