[Just his luck. Caught redhanded spray painting at the back of the school and now he's got to pay for it with detention. Lea sighs, bag slung over his shoulder, an after pushing open the door to the room he's meant to stay in he huffs and slumps down in a desk farthest away from the teacher's desk. Now to wait for miss whatever her name is to tell him to write lines or whatever it is they do now.]
[Oh please. She knows he has a rap sheet longer than his last essay. That she's been keeping track of. And will be using to torment him with. Don't mind her.
She walks into the classroom in jeans and a shirt that sort of hides her body a little bit.]
What did you get caught doing? Reading dirty magazines?
[Hey, hey, not cool! Lea instinctively makes a grab for his pants but they've already been tugged down, thanks a lot. At least he still has his underwear on... which he's making sure to keep a hold of now!]
I can totally get you in trouble for that, you know!
[Oh, come on. Who even tipped her off that he was doing that? He thought he was being pretty damn thorough and clean, too. He stares at the picture... then looks away with a grumble.]
Whatever.
[And going to pick up his pants and try to tug those back up now, yup.]
[Ok. He's a growing teenager and all, so when she does that she's bound to feel something going on down there. But he swallows to try and control himself.]
[Okay, so she wasn't exactly the best girl in the world, but she certainly didn't need prison! The officer had brought her to the station to be questioned. And he was going to do it on his very own. She sat there, in the chair in nothing but jeans and a t-shirt, with her jacket off, and on the chair. She tapped her foot lightly.]
Officer, why am I here? I didn't do anything too illegal.
[She was a flirt. Her hands still handcuffed and her body still moving towards him. Please... this man? He wouldn't last a hot second against her. She shook her head, forcing her hair back.]
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