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More snickers ensued. Straightening up, I said boldly, "Yes, sir, Mr. Nagy. That would be
correct, sir." A number of people in the class laughed outright.
"Thank you for that confirmation, Miss Hathaway. Now, where was I? Ah yes, the other
speaker then asks, 'How was it?' The response is, 'Good,' punctuated with a smiley face to
confirm said adjective. Well. I suppose kudos are in order for the mysterious J, hmmm? 'So,
like, how far did you guys go?' Uh, ladies," said Mr. Nagy, "I do hope this doesn't surpass a PG
rating. 'Not very. We got caught.' And again, we are shown the severity of the situation, this
time through the use of a not-smiling face. 'What happened?' 'Dimitri showed up. He threw
Jesse out and then bitched me out.'“
The class lost it, both from hearing Mr. Nagy say "bitched" and from finally getting some
participants named.
"Why, Mr. Zeklos, are you the aforementioned J? The one who earned a smiley face from the
sloppy writer?" Jesse's face turned beet red, but he didn't look entirely displeased at having his
exploits made known in front of his friends. He'd kept what had happened a secret thus far—
including the blood talk—because I suspected Dimitri had scared the hell out of him. "Well,
while I applaud a good misadventure as much as the next teacher whose time is utterly wasted,
do remind your 'friends' in the future that my class is not a chat room." He tossed the paper
back on to Lissa's desk. "Miss Hathaway, it seems there's no feasible way to punish you, since
you're already maxed out on penalties around here. Ergo, you, Miss Dragomir, will serve two
detentions instead of one on behalf of your friend. Stay here when the bell rings, please."
After class, Jesse found me, an uneasy look on his face. "Hey, um, about that note…you know I
didn't have anything to do with that. If Belikov finds out about it…you'll tell him? I mean,
you'll let him know I didn't—”
"Yeah, yeah," I interrupted him. "Don't worry, you're safe.”