The classroom was unusually quiet as Mr. Calimesa droned on about equations. Anna and Lana exchanged glances, their boredom evident. The after-school class was dragging on, and the two friends decided it was time for some harmless fun.

Anna leaned over to Lana, her voice barely a whisper. “Let's spice things up a little.”

Lana smirked. “I'm in. What's the plan?”

Moments later, both girls casually stretched their legs and propped them up on their desks, ensuring their skirts rode up just enough to make Mr. Calimesa's face turn bright red. His lecture faltered as he noticed, adjusting his glasses nervously.

“Uh, Anna, Lana,” he stammered, “feet... feet off the desk, please.”

Feigning innocence, Anna tilted her head. “Oh, sorry, Mr. Calimesa. It's just so hard to focus sitting like this.”

Lana nodded in agreement. “Yeah, the chairs are just so uncomfortable.”

Mr. Calimesa's discomfort was almost palpable. He coughed awkwardly, clearly unsure how to handle the situation. The rest of the class, sensing something was up, started giggling quietly.

“Alright, enough,” he said, trying to regain control. “Feet down, and let's get back to the lesson.”

The girls complied, but not before exchanging victorious grins. Their little stunt had livened up the room, and even Mr. Calimesa seemed to lighten up a bit by the end of the class.

As they packed up to leave, Lana whispered, “Best class ever.”

Anna chuckled. “Agreed. Same time next week?”

Anna Kovachenko

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