“I’ll cheat. I’ll pull something off the Internet.” She had her face glued to her iPhone. Now that they were alone, she was turning into the person he thought she would be: unresponsive, bored.
“You can’t cheat,” he said, glancing over at her. “You can’t do that.” He tried to look away, but he couldn’t.
She crossed her legs, the skirt slipping up her thigh. “Sure I can. There are tons of essays and stuff online.” Her finger slid across the screen of her iPhone.
“Teachers aren’t that stupid.” Sean wondered what she was looking at. Her tank top clung to her. He kept picturing himself sliding his finger down along the groove between her breasts, cupping them.
“I’ll, like, change the words around and stuff.” She puffed out her lips and blew air up her face, fluttering her bangs along her e
