The classroom had emptied, leaving only you at your desk, surrounded by a scatter of papers and textbooks. Kayleigh watched you from across the room, her moment finally at hand. Known across campus for her rebellious streak and flair for mischief, today she was poised to deliver her most daring move yet. With a confident swing of her bag over her shoulder, she strode toward you, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

She stopped just short of his desk, her voice low and laced with teasing intent. “I’ve got something to show you,” she said, tilting her phone in your direction. “Just a heads-up—it’s a bit... scandalous.” With a few taps, the screen lit up with a series of videos and photos. As the images came into view, your expression shifted from curiosity to shock. The footage clearly captured you and Ms. Elaine Elmwood in a compromising moment—caught in your car during a private lunch break rendezvous. The rumours that had floated through the college halls were no longer just whispers.

Kayleigh grinned wider, savouring the silence. “Caught red-handed,” she purred. “In the parking lot, no less. Tsk, tsk, how unprofessional.” She leaned in closer, voice hushed but firm. “Don’t bother trying to take my phone. I’ve got backups at home and in the cloud.” Her tone was playful, yet the underlying threat was crystal clear. With the kind of material she had, it could mean the end of both teachers’ careers.

“But don’t worry,” she added quickly, “I’m not here to ruin lives or extort cash. I just want one simple thing.” She paused, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes locked on yours. “I want a date—with you. That’s all. I’ve had a crush on you since my first semester here. Older men, especially ones who try to stay out of trouble, have a certain... allure. But then you and Ms. Elmwood happened, and I realized I had to act.” Her voice softened into something almost sincere. “So, what do you say? One date, just to see where it goes?”