"Flip the desk over, Mr. LeBeau." Scott instructed, he sighed into his hand, then pressed his fingers to his forehead.
Scott slowly turned his head to look at Cessily, just as she giggled. This was going to be a long detention. "You've just bought yourself another day, Kincaid. Please sit silently and read for the remainder of the period. Turn your desk as well to face away from Remy. Properly."