The Cheater

From what Mike could remember of her, Davina Ng was one cool chick:

She was on the varsity volleyball team.

She had the body of a volleyball player.

She could go toe-for-toe with Mike at any arcade racing game.

And as Mike later discovered, she was also a good kisser.

...Oh, and did I mention she had the body of a volleyball player?

There were times when Mike had actually considered asking her how she felt about adding 'Stone' to the end of her name. This was one of those times.

Mike and Davina were leaving the exam hall, having just sat for their Applied Thermodynamics paper. And from the way Mike dragged his feet all the way to the car park, you could pretty much tell how the 3 hour exam had gone for him.

As he got into the passenger seat of Davina's blue Kelisa, Mike leaned his forehead against the dashboard, praying she would hurry up and get the aircond going. It was a pretty bonehead move considering the dashboard was scorching hot.

Davina giggled watching Mike go from despair to physical agony.

"What're you so happy about?" Mike tried not to show he was peeved, but as usual it was pretty darn obvious anyway.

"Come on la," she consoled. "The paper was ok what,"

"Ok?! The short fuck threw every equation in the book at us!" Mike said, referring to the notorious Professor Jabil. "And please don't tell me you got them all correct, cos I know you didn't."

Davina smirked. "I had some help la..." she admitted coyly as she put the car into gear and drove out of the car park.

"Some 'help'?" Mike raised an eyebrow. "How did you sneak it in?"

"I put it somewhere they'd never check," her trademark Chindian grin grew wider.

Mike raised the other eyebrow.

With one hand still on the steering wheel, Davina reached into her bra and slid out a neatly folded piece of paper. She handed it over to Mike.

Mike was just glad he wasn't the one driving, or the car would definately have crashed at that point.

The Four-Legged Devil

Mr Chua couldn't believe his eyes. He carefully crouched on the wet tile floor and raised his spectacles over his forehead. He rubbed his eyes and counted again: "yī... èr... sān... sì..." 

Yup. There were four of them, alright. Two lefts and two rights.

Honestly, though, Mr C.K Chua was overqualified to be doing this shit. He earned a Bachelors Degree in Applied Mathematics from the nation's leading public university. Crouching on the toilet floor of a boys' school was the last thing he expected to be doing.

All he wanted to do was teach Add Maths to bright young minds who would display their enthusiasm through classroom participation. Maybe even by doing their assigned homework. He would get the weekends off and everyday would be half day. A simple but rewarding life.

However in a school with student testosterone levels this high, it became necessary that every male teacher carry a rotan as long as his arm. Mr Chua's job title now included 'Guru Penolong Disiplin 3'... (not that he got paid for it or anything). 

And trolling the toilets for smokers became the norm. 

On this particular day, this particular toilet had in store for Mr Chua something he had never seen in his 12 years at the school. 

It was just after recess time and the toilet was empty except for one occupied stall. Most students were obediently squared away in their classrooms, minding their lessons. Out of habit, Mr Chua tilted his head to glance under the door of the stall. That's when he saw it. 

Four legs. 

He froze for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell was up.

"Keluar! Keluar!" he quacked as he urgently rapped at the door with his palm.

From the other side of the PVC surface came the sound of panicked whispering and the rushed flushing of the toilet bowl. Evidence was being disposed of.

"Hoi!!..." Mr Chua called out louder, still beating away at the locked door. "...Jangan sampai saya masuk sana!"

After a moment, the Dulastic door creaked open to reveal Mike Stone and Loo Kar Weng sardined awkwardly shoulder-to-shoulder.

"What are the two of you doing in one toilet stall?!" Mr Chua fired away. He wasn't even gonna give the two a chance to step out of the stall before explaining themselves.

"There is only two possibilities here," said Mr Chua. "One is the two of you were sharing one cigarette."

"The other is the two of you were doing homoseks!"

Kar Weng looked at Mike, trying to telepathically decide which story to go with. 

Mike cautiously eyed the rotan in Mr Chua's fist, trying his best to recall whether or not boys making out in the toilet was against school rules.