The girl shivered and asked doubtfully, "A thousand times? Can you even do that?"
"We'll know once we try." The boy's lips curled into a smile that grew wider and wider, until his face twisted into a menacing grin.
Holly Winslow woke with a start to pitch-black darkness. Her mind went blank for a moment before she realized it had been a dream.
'I actually had *that* kind of... dream? And a thousand times?'
'So lewd.'
'It's all that jerk Mortimer Quincy's fault.'
Fuming, she grabbed her phone and blocked Scholar Quincy, then pulled the covers over her head to go back to sleep.
...
After the social night, even more boys than before started coming by Class 8 to catch a glimpse of Holly Winslow. She received more love letters, and some boys even sent her chocolates.
Some boys even cornered her at lunchtime, insisting she eat with them and refusing to let her leave.
