In-school suspension had not been the barrel of monkeys Steve had secretly been hoping for. It had been, in fact, exactly the amount of fun that the opposite of a barrel full of monkeys would be. He had finished his classwork for the day with no problems and let his mind wander. During these interludes, the supervising teacher - Mr. Weez, would unfailingly be walking by and not-so-subtly cough, jarring Steve from his reverie.
He was walking out to Gar's car when he heard someone calling his name. He turned and saw Natalie Rose scampering to catch up with him.
"Hey, Natalie."
"Hey, Steve - listen, I really have to thank you for taking the rap for me."
"No, it would have been your third strike here. It's cool. I got a lot of work done today anyway."
"Yeah, but this is probably the first time you've gotten in trouble - you didn't even get an in-school for that fight a few weeks ago."
"Well, it wasn't much of a fight - more of a beating, you know."
"Yeah, that's what I heard. Anyways...thanks." And with that, she tiptoed up and kissed him on the cheek. That, coupled with the feeling of her boobs touching his arm, was thanks enough. Okay - moreso the boob thing, he admitted to himself.
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