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Cheaters Never Prosper

Note this is not my own work, it's just a story I love. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Blake? I looked up at James Anderson with a hint of anger flaring in my eyes causing him to look down at his feet and take a step back from my desk. He was a smart k** but apparently math was more his thing as he was failing my twelfth grade English class. The boy was slight and pale skinned with fine, delicate features. He often wore a hoodie to conceal his long, blond hair and androgynous body. I'd watched him since he came into high school and seen how badly he got teased and bullied by the alpha males and their pack though I found it hard to be sympathetic after what he'd tried to pull on me. I had been a bit of a troublemaker when I was young so I knew enough of the tricks k**s used and had my own countermeasures in place, like test answer keys with wrong answer hidden in my desk. And James' test perfectly matched the false test. I knew he was under pressure from his parents to do perfectly to get into some Ivy League school his f****y all went to and he was close to failing my class. But I hadn't expected cheating from the likes of him and that he hadn't even bothered to try to answer one question different from the false answer key was a slap in the face. "Do you think me an idiot," I growled. I found most teens were used to teachers being polite and disinterested so any anger or enthusiasm threw their young minds. "I expect better from the likes of you, James." I pulled out his test ...

... and slammed it down on top of my desk, making him jump. He looked down at the paper and his eyes widened as he saw the big, red 'F' across the page. The play of confusion and emotion over his face was precious and it was hard not to laugh as I sat there. "I... I don't understand," he stammered. "I don't understand how you could be so arrogant that you'd put every false answer down from my decoy test key without trying to hide things. Did you think I wouldn't be suspicious if you did get a hundred percent after nearly failing every one, you arrogant little shit?" His eyes were wide with realization as he glanced up at me before letting his gaze drop back to the table. "I didn't... I don't... please Mr. Blake." He wanted to deny it but he was trapped by his own conceit. "I didn't think you stupid." I had to resist smiling at that one and the boy's obvious fear, all his intelligence just thrown out the window as he stood in the spotlight. I slowly stood up and walked around my desk, letting my shoes slap loudly on the tile floor, pausing to close the open door to the classroom, the sound of c***dren slamming their locker and heading for their buses silenced finally. It left us in the quiet hush of the room which I could see was wearing on the young man. "Now, I've not taken this to the principal yet," I started, emphasizing the yet part. "But this is a serious matter, I hope you understand the gravity of the situation, James. If this goes onto your record, you get expelled, you'll ...