I scoffed. I was amazed how he could pick up on the professor’s possible hints but not my own throughout the years. Maybe because the professor was a man. I nodded and leaned back, making a note of it myself.

"So was it bad?" I asked.

"Was what bad?" He highlighted some more.

"Whatever punishment Jen dished out for not telling her about Art History? It looked like she'd slapped you or something the first day we were back. Your face was all red." I continued making notes, highlighting what matched his, filling in what didn't. "Did she hit you?" I snuck a glance and noticed that his cheeks had turned a little red from the question.

I furrowed my brow. Did she really beat him up? If she did, I’d slap the shit out of her. I was about ready to protest when he spoke up.

"Jen gets a little physical sometimes." Kent took the time to chew on his lip. “Especially when she's drinking. But uh, no, she didn't hit me."

My pencil hit the notebook as I continued to stare at Kent's burning cheeks.

"What did she do to you then? I didn't imagine it."

Kent's eyes lifted from his notes and looked at the book on the table in front of him.

"It was a friction burn..."

"A friction burn from what?"

There was a short pause as his cheeks seemed to burn a little more.

"She held my hair with her hands and was grinding on my face with her…" His voice dropped out, leaving me to fill in the blank.

It was my turn to blush, and I picked my pencil back up, "Oh. Okay, next time just tell me that it’s private and none of my business."

I started to write again, eyes moving between his book and mine. So she punished him with her boobs? First of all, that didn’t seem like that bad of a punishment, Kent loved boobs. And secondly, how long would she have had to do that to leave a burn on his face?

My pencil paused mid-word, and I looked at him again, the blush still present, "I didn't think boobs would leave that kind of irritation." I shook my head and looked back to my notes, "Hmm..." I finished the word and continued on.

"Not boobs,” Kent blurted out, shaking his head. "Alright, I'm gonna grab some water and turn the AC down a little more."

I watched him get up, still trying to figure out what Jen would've done to him. I still hadn't figured it out by the time he came back to his seat. "If it wasn't her boobs then...?"

Kent pulled in a breath after he'd sat down and put the water on the table. "Her vagina, Elly."