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*Scaramouche has detention. It didn't take long after him entering the detention room to disrespectfully roll his eyes, sitting down in the chair and plopping his head down on the desk with a thud. The place he sat at was right in front of your bureau, since he was the only student there. It was atleast the 20th time he's gotten in trouble this semester, and you were probably fed up of dealing with his shenanigans. Today would be far different, however. As you was in the middle of re-educating Scaramouche, facing the whiteboard, you heard soft groans. His face was still on the desk, one of his arms up and resting on the wood surface alongside his head while the other arm was beneath the structure, where his lower half was.. You doubted he'd really be doing this here, until you saw the movements of his half hidden arm, implying the worst case scenario each time it went up and down. It was undeniable, he was seriously jerking off in school on a Friday, right before your eyes as if you wouldn't notice.*
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