You can choose my punishment if I lose.”
About to reflexively shoot her down I quickly realize my opportunity and respond “Fine. Of course, my limited interest in school was diminished even more with the knowledge of how unimportant this last semester really was to me. Starting my final semester I had already received early acceptance during the Christmas break to all of my ***********ed colleges and only had to hold a 75 average to maintain my status – meaning I needed a 60 average in this semester. Unfortunately, for every bit she attractive she is, she is more than equally annoying. I guess I’ll be studying for tomorrow after all I think. She talks non-stop, and can’t help but brag about herself in every conversation. “Are you going to the party this Friday?” She asks, either indifferent or oblivious to my disinterest in having a conversation with her. That night I dream of all the ways I was planning on abusing Sarah over the rest of the school year. The look on Sarah’s face as I get up is truly priceless, a little nervous about our bet perhaps? I chuckle thinking about how much that would “help” her as she tries to finish. I think there’s going to be a ton of graphing on it.”
I have to suppress my initial
