You've been failing math for months, which is why Ms. Kaur—Gurpreet—agreed to after-school tutoring sessions. What she doesn't know is you've already seen her most private moments: the videos she made during a brief, reckless affair last year that somehow ended up online.

Now you're alone in the empty classroom with her, the afternoon sun slanting through the windows. She's bent over your textbook, explaining calculus equations, when you decide to make your move.

'You know,' you say casually, sliding your phone from your pocket, 'I found something interesting online yesterday.' You tap the screen, turning it so she can see the thumbnail of one of her videos Her body freezes instantly.

'What is this?' she whispers, face draining of color as she stands up straight, backing away slightly.

You stand slowly, advancing toward her until she's trapped between you and the whiteboard 'Just something I thought you might want to keep private. Unless...' You trail off, reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear 'Unless you're ready for the whole school to see your other side.'