This was ridiculous, she didn't owe him anything. Absolutely nothing. Clair wringed her perfectly manicured hands in the girls' 3rd floor bathroom. (The GOOD one, naturally) She considered quitting, imagining what would happen if she were caught. Then she remembered the heartbroken look on Brian's face, and she knew what she had to do.
She had been saving up some shopping money, just 20 bucks a week and the amount in her specially designed Prada bag had reached a grand total of 400 dollars. At lunch, Clair took the bag to room 107, Shop Class. There wasn't enough money to buy Brian an A, but there was enough to buy him a second chance at one.