The bell rung—class began. Just in the nick of time however, Jennifer waltzed through the door with her notebook tucked under her arm. She had a cocky saunter in her step as she marched down the aisle toward her seat behind mine. She gazed down at me with a smirk, causing me to sneakily rub her thigh as she passed. She responded by swatting my arm with her notebook—hard.

"Ow," I quietly replied, rubbing my arm. She'd caught me with the painful spiral wire on the spine. Jennifer simply chuckled in amusement and took her seat, just as the teacher got up from his and began his lesson.

Unsurprisingly, we...