[Tangerine]

Another term was over, well the first half of it, and it was time to sit for exams when it came to most courses. Sometimes, time truly seemed to fly in college. Not really, but it felt so while scrambling to meet deadlines or preparing for exams. Kinsey unfortunately hadn't been particularly good at either so far. The tennis drills and her half-time job as a barista didn't leave her any free time, that she was willing to spend on studying.

In the classroom around her, everyone was busy answering questions. That was how exams worked after all. She, on the other hand, didn't have much to do other than glancing at other students and sitting on her campus-wide sought-after tush. The exam sheet with her name on it was taken away. For cheating, really. The phone-between-the-thighs method had failed her, as she hadn't been quick enough to close her legs in time to conceal the device.

“Perfect…” Sighing, Kinsey propped her charming face up with her hands, elbows on the table. She felt tired and defeated. Cheating wasn't nice of course. Though she would have got a big fat zero hadn't she cheated anyhow. It had yet to occur to her that his blunder could go beyond merely having a poorly graded exam.

Eventually, she raised her round bum off the chair, grabbed her backpack and exited the classroom. It was kinda embarrassing to walk through the desks as an exposed cheater, but she managed to brush it off once she was outside. She wasn't quite free, however. To get her phone back, and probably some lecturing along with it, she still had to go to the teacher’s office. After an hour or so, she did so.

After adjusting her skirt around the tops of her bare legs, and wearing a ‘no big deal’ expression, she knocked on the man's door. “May I come in?” she asked through the door she cracked, before opening it more and walking inside. On top, she wore a sporty sweatshirt that matched her boots. Her skirt wasn't awfully long. It certainly encountered gazing. Thus, teachers should have felt discouraged to look too attentively, which didn't really make the cheating go unnoticed in hindsight.

“Well I'm sorry, sir,” the nineteen-year-old blonde stated. “But not everything was written there.” in front of her, she fiddled with her hooked fingers. “Maybe I could be scored for what I did myself?” she tried her luck.