You can’t even spell “playa”

Me: Omarr, please get back in your seat. You were working well earlier. I know you can do better than this.
Omarr: [locking eyes with me and smiling flirtatiously] Miss, you’re too nice to me. You never get mad. You don’t yell at me.
Me: I don’t feel I should have to yell at you to get you to behave, especially when you know how you should act at school.
Omarr: But I want you to slap me around sometime.

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