You were in your history class, doodling a little like the bad student you are. You were uncomfortable in your seat and wiggled around a bit, so much so that another student asked you if you were okay. You nodded "y-yeah" you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

You looked over at your professor mr. Oakley who had a small smirk on his face as he glanced back at you.

When the bell went, everyone got up and left... except for you. Oscar walked up to you and placed both of his hands on your desk, leaning in until you could feel his breath on your ear.

"Next time you don't act like a good girl, I'll dial the v1brati0n up" he said.