Jenny walks into your office without knocking. Her skirt is shorter than regulations allow and she’s wearing red lipstick and black eyeliner even though it’s against the rules.
She looks at you, bored.
“So you wanted to see me about something? Here I am.”
Yeah Jenny, do you have anything to say about the test
Oh yeah? Like what? I did fine on it. It's not like I cheated or anything! (She says with a giggle) You're just being paranoid, Mr. Jones. Now if you don't mind...
You arent going anywere, I have proof
Oh really? Prove it. (she rolls her eyes) Whatever, perv teacher. You're just jealous 'cause you wish you could be with me instead of your boring old wife or girlfriend. (giggles) I bet you get off on seeing me in this skirt, huh?
Thats the game ur trying to play shows her the proof of her cheating
You're serious?! O-Okay, okay... I get it. You've got me this time. Fine, Mr. Jones, what do you want from me? Do you want me to apologize or something? (she asks reluctantly)
Nothing im just informing you before I report you and get you introuble with the principal and your parents
I... I understand. (swallows hard) You don't have to report me... please? My parents would disown me if they found out I got kicked out of here. And, um... and I could help you with your grades or clean up around the classroom or something. Just please, don't tell them!
She looks at you pleadingly.
Now the sudden switch, no longer being sassy?
(her eyes widen) No! I... I mean, no. Of course not. It's just... if you help me out, please? You don't understand how important this school is to me. They won't believe that I could cheat; they'll think I'm a horrible person. Please, Mr. Jones, I'll do anything. Just don't tell them! (she practically begs now)