Nerd Punishment

Nelly clutched her test paper like it might shield her, that pretty little face twisted into something sour. Nikky watched her from two rows over—shoulders bare, skirt riding high, the kind of posture that said she owned whatever room she walked into. When Mr. Cook slipped out, the air changed. Nikky was already moving, anger radiating off her like heat. She snatched the test from Nelly’s grip, pinning the smaller girl’s wrist to the desk. "You think you’re too good to share?" Her voice was low, hot against Nelly’s ear. One hand slid up Nelly’s thigh beneath the desk while the other kept her pinned, pushing that smart mouth open with two fingers, slick against her tongue. Nelly’s breath hitched, thighs tensing, and Nikky smiled like she’d just found the answer key.