"Sorry," she said when Scott called her out on the fake coughing, offering him a sheepish smile in turn. Here, she went back to reading the Dostoevsky but she had been stuck on the same sentence, not because of the translation difficulty or the Russian author's complex themes and subject matter, but because every time she went to start reading she was looking back up again.
Cess was grinning ear to ear by the time Remy had smartly spun the desk around so that it was now facing her. She lifted her hand to her chin and gave it a rub while she pondered something. Now it was her to be a jackass. Letting her hand fall away, Cessily gave her head a shake.
"What are you doing? That's wrong," she deadpanned, similar to Scott. "You're going to get us into more trouble. Here, let me fix it," she delivered straighter than straight. Lifting out of her desk, Cess closed the distance, shooing Remy out of his seat so she could adjust the desk in question.
"This way," she said. Picking it up, she flipped it end over end so that it was now laying on the floor upside down, feet sticking up in the air - a perfect 180°, just like Mr. Summers said.