Dear Teacher,
I am thankful to see you back, Teacher. Maybe now I can pretend to learn something I already know. But I can't quite focus when I see that glistening piece of jewelry on your smallest finger. My first thought is: you're a virgin? That has got to be a purity ring. It looks quite nice on you, Teacher. I never even took you as someone to be so holy. Your stubble, existing lip ring, and hidden tattoos distracted me from this ring. I guess I should not judge a book by its cover. That may be considered my first English lesson.

Ashton dropped the note on the floor next to Luke's desk. As always, he did not wish to risk getting caught. Therefore, he was quiet, letting it fall as he exited. The note slipped down the outside of his pant leg, fluttering as it dropped. He then smirked, pushing his black glasses further up the bridge of his nose and exiting the classroom.