And then she walked down the hall. She unfolded the paper that Dr. Stratford had assigned to her.
Please check out Psychology: 305 from the local library.
Read and report on chapters one, four, seven, and eight. Each report should be minimum of eight pages long, single spaced.
Please answer test questions 1–30 for each chapter.
Complete activities 7, 12, and 14 in chapter one, activities 1, 2, and 16 in chapter four, activities 3 and 9 in chapter seven, and activities 1–30 in chapter eight.
If these activities are not completed by the beginning of the next class, I will assume you are not ready to take your academic responsibilities seriously.
PS: Remember, we have a test.
Kinley crumpled up the note in her fist, her blood cold. Then she smoothed it out, carefully folded it up, and borrowed a piece of tape from the front office to keep on the front page of her notebook. She downloaded the textbook onto her phone, and then waited outside the classroom with Mattie until the rest of the students started to arrive.
She would not be daunted.
She was Kinley Phillips, after all.
And Kinley Phillips had made a reputation out of accomplishing the impossible.
She would do this.
Kinley followed Kip in and took a seat in the third row—not too close to the back, but not so close she looked like an Eager Edith, or whoever.
She tried not to pay attention as Tyler came in. Tried not to watch as he chose a seat in the back. Tried to pretend she couldn’t feel his eyes on her.
At least, she hoped his eyes were on her.
Sort of.
Okay, she did.
Maybe she had a small crush on Tyler Green. And yeah, maybe Tyler Green was pretty much the first guy who’d ever actually given her the time of day, and maybe that was pathetic, but she couldn’t help it. She liked it.
But when Dr. Stratford started talking, she turned off the boy-crazy part of her brain and began taking notes. She didn’t get annoyed when Dr. Stratford was rude about questions, and only got a little bothered when an attractive Asian guy named Cade was introduced to the class as “an over-privileged boy whom I was forced to admit to the class by merit of an obscenely wealthy father.”
Cade, who was sitting back in his chair, sort of lifted his hand lazily, acknowledging this. “Here.”
He did look like a rich kid, Kinley thought. Like he didn’t have to try.
“We’re aware,” Stratford said drily. “Now, we’re going to skip around a bit. Who can name Freud’s stages of psychosexual development?”
Kinley could name at least three, but she stayed still. Today, she wasn’t going to draw attention to herself. Maybe she could answer one question directly and then fly under the radar before gradually emerging as star of the class. She didn’t want to be obnoxious.
Surprisingly, Cade, the new kid, raised his hand.
“Mr. Sano? Did your private tutor provide you with the answer?”
Cade smirked. “Oral, anal, phallic, latency . . . oh, and genital.”
A couple of the kids snickered, but it was quickly stifled.
“Surprisingly correct. Would you care to expand, Mr. Sano, or is that beyond your abilities?”
Cade lifted a shoulder. “I’ll let you take it from here.”
As Dr. Stratford launched into a detailed explanation of the oral stage, Kinley felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.
She ignored it and kept taking notes.
It vibrated again.
And again.
Very slowly, without moving her eyes from Dr. Stratford, she slipped her hand into her pocket and pulled her phone into her lap.
She didn’t recognize the number, so she tapped the message.
Hey.
Do you know who this is?
Look behind you.
Kinley glanced back.
Tyler was grinning at her. He winked and gave her a small wave.
She felt her face grow hot. She smiled and turned back around.
And found Dr. Stratford staring at her.
He strode forward quickly and reached out to grab her cell phone. Then, without looking at the messages, he walked to his desk, opened the top of his paper coffee cup and dropped it in. He replaced the lid and swirled the liquid around.
Kinley’s mouth dropped open.
And then, without acknowledging that he’d done anything out of the ordinary, he moved on to anal.
Tyler
Wednesday, June 10
“Kinley! Wait up!”
Kinley spun around, her braid wrapping halfway around her neck with the motion. “I am not talking to you,” she said, lifting a finger. “You got me in trouble!”
Tyler jogged up to her, his heart beating a little funny in his chest. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t think you were going to check your phone right there in class.” He gave her his best innocent look, which was actually pretty good, considering.
Kinley folded her arms and put her weight back on one leg, which Tyler knew as the international girl-sign for I’m pissed but I’m also listening.
“Let me make it up to you.”