"By cheating, of course, just like you always do." I sniffled once like I always did when I wanted to show that I was better than him.

A smirk showed on his face as he picked up his highlighter. "Just remember who's helping you ace this final, Elly."

"I haven't aced it yet."

"But you're going to.” Kent started highlighting things again.

I grabbed his highlighter and stuck it under my thigh. "I need to catch up. Hold on a minute."

Kent's hand rested on his notebook as his eyebrow raised. His eyes shifted to where I sat and the leg his highlighter was under. His eyes closed as he got some more coffee.

"Fine, fine."

I wrote slower now that I was in control, a small smile of victory on my lips now. Kent took a sip of coffee and then smiled at my antics. I started to hum, waiting to see how long it would be until Kent said something about my new, much slower study approach.

He let me write like that for a few minutes before he spoke up. "You know, today is the last day we have to cram stuff."

"Mmmhmm. I'm well aware." I didn't look up from my turtle-slow pencil.

The muscles of his jaw tightened. The fingers of his hand thumped on the table. His hand hesitated.

I noted his body language and had hidden enough things from him over our lifetime that I knew he was about to reach for it. I grabbed the highlighter and sat on it, only the very end of it visible under the crotch of my sweatpants. I smirked, no way was he going to go for the vag.

Kent watched me shift around and stared at my crotch. "You think it's safe there?" The muscles of his jaw tightened.

I paused in my writing and studied his face, narrowing my eyes. My own jaw clenched. I grabbed the highlighter out, turned my back to him, shoved it up my shirt and under my bra, safely nuzzling it against my right breast. He'd have to touch it to get the marker back.

"There. I think Jen would be pretty upset if I told her you groped my breast." I smiled smugly.

His lip twitched which happened when he got agitated. "That's nice. Using the girlfriend against me. You know what. I don't think you will." His hand moved from the table as he went for the highlighter.

I grabbed him by the wrist and held him back, two inches from my boobs and looked him in the eye. "You really think that's wise?"

I knew I shouldn't stare him down this way and have the undertone of what happened last night be out in the open but he was playing with fire. My fire. And I didn't appreciate it. Sure, I’d kind of started it but he should be backing off, not trying to grope me.