Vintage Rules

It turned out Miss Riplinger was fun, just as Sydney said, but she was mostly flirty. She strutted around like a peacock on the prowl. The guys ate it up. The way she leaned over them, her V-neck top exposing cleavage. The girls giggled like they thought it was funny, but I got the feeling it actually irritated them.

When I first went in, Miss Riplinger introduced me and had me take the only seat available, which was in the back. Then she continued with whatever she'd been saying before I interrupted. I spent the remainder of class playing catch up. Luckily the book they were discussing was Wuthering Heights. I read the story more than once, so I had that going for me.

She asked us to pair up with a partner and answer some questions on a worksheet she passed out. The girl in front of me turned. Her hair was a honey brown and cropped short so that it curled around her ears. She had dark hazel eyes and a friendly face. "Want to do this together?"

"Sure," I replied, grateful.

"I'm Abby