attention and lose myself in Kate Chopin’s The Awakening . It’s not something I’d select for myself, but it’s interesting. and I like the descriptions.
Mrs. Campos rings the bell on her desk, and our heads snap to attention like well-trained dogs. “Since Brady and Fletcher were so interested in Edna, I’d like the two of you to lead the discussion on chapters one to three.”
Brady gapes at me. The book lies closed on his desk and a paper with hand-drawn comics sits on top of it.
I sigh. “How many questions should we prepare, Mrs. Campos?”
“Ten. And I expect every one of them to be well-thought out.” She hobbles around her desk and leans against it. “For Monday.”
The bell rings and she dismisses us. When we reach the hallway Brady says, “Fuck. Now I have to read that boring piece of crap.”
“It’s not that bad. I mean, there’s sex in it and stuff.”
“Like erotica?” Brady asks grinning.
I adjust my backpack on my shoulder. “Nineteenth century erotica, I guess.”
“Wonderful. I get to read about longing glances and exposed ankles. So freakin’ hot.”
With my shoulder, I push him into the wall. “Don’t underestimate sexual tension, dude.”
He rubs his shoulder in mock pain. “Like you know anything about that.”
We laugh. Because, honestly, what do I know about that?
10
I’m sitting at my desk with a pile of homework looming before me, wondering what I’m going to do this weekend other than serve a three-hour detention Saturday morning, when a paper plane skids to a perfect landing on my desk. I jerk my head toward the door, but no one’s there.
‘ Hi ’ is written in a back slanting script across a wing.
“What do you want?” I yell toward the door, assuming it’s either Brady or Reid messing with me.
Ellie peeks around the corner and holds out two bottles of soda. “Is that any way to speak to a lady? Especially one bearing gifts?”
My mouth falls open, and I don’t bother to shut it. I hadn’t expected her to ever come over again. Not after last night’s rocky start and subsequent boring-as-hell review of Government. “Sorry. What’s up?”
She fidgets with her short school skirt. I notice she’s wearing knee socks, something few girls can pull off without looking like a total Catholic school whore. But Ellie, she looks innocent and hot.
“Did you happen to find my pen? I lost it when I threw it at you.”
She came over here to find a pen? That’s hard to believe, but I play along. “Didn’t see it, but we can look.”
I peer under my desk. Nothing. When I move past her to search under the bed, I’m careful not to touch her. I pull the bed away from the wall, only to reveal a lonely sock.
As I push the bed back into place, I say, “Did you really come over for a pen?”
She offers me a bottle.
“Thanks.”
“Yes, I really lost my pen. And it was my favorite one.”
“If I see it, I’ll call you. Or give it to Sarah.”
I sit in my desk chair and stare blankly at the notes I’ve made for chapter one of The Awakening . Brady promised to do chapter two, and we’re splitting the questions for chapter three.
“What are you working on?” She snuck up on me and stands next to my shoulder.
“Lit questions. Brady and I have to lead the discussion Monday.”
“Oh. Maybe I should go?” She hesitates, like she’s unsure what to do.
“You can stay. If you want. It’s visiting hours.”
Ellie walks across the room as I turn around. When she drops onto the vinyl mattress, her short skirt flips up giving a glimpse of her pale blue panties. I wonder if her bra matches. I bet it does, she seems like the matching undergarment type.
“It is indeed. And look.”
“What?” I say with a hint of panic.
“It’s visiting hours. What did you think I said?”
“Uhhh…” She can’t read your thoughts, dumbass. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
Ellie adjusts her skirt and places both her feet
Mrs. Campos rings the bell on her desk, and our heads snap to attention like well-trained dogs. “Since Brady and Fletcher were so interested in Edna, I’d like the two of you to lead the discussion on chapters one to three.”
Brady gapes at me. The book lies closed on his desk and a paper with hand-drawn comics sits on top of it.
I sigh. “How many questions should we prepare, Mrs. Campos?”
“Ten. And I expect every one of them to be well-thought out.” She hobbles around her desk and leans against it. “For Monday.”
The bell rings and she dismisses us. When we reach the hallway Brady says, “Fuck. Now I have to read that boring piece of crap.”
“It’s not that bad. I mean, there’s sex in it and stuff.”
“Like erotica?” Brady asks grinning.
I adjust my backpack on my shoulder. “Nineteenth century erotica, I guess.”
“Wonderful. I get to read about longing glances and exposed ankles. So freakin’ hot.”
With my shoulder, I push him into the wall. “Don’t underestimate sexual tension, dude.”
He rubs his shoulder in mock pain. “Like you know anything about that.”
We laugh. Because, honestly, what do I know about that?
10
I’m sitting at my desk with a pile of homework looming before me, wondering what I’m going to do this weekend other than serve a three-hour detention Saturday morning, when a paper plane skids to a perfect landing on my desk. I jerk my head toward the door, but no one’s there.
‘ Hi ’ is written in a back slanting script across a wing.
“What do you want?” I yell toward the door, assuming it’s either Brady or Reid messing with me.
Ellie peeks around the corner and holds out two bottles of soda. “Is that any way to speak to a lady? Especially one bearing gifts?”
My mouth falls open, and I don’t bother to shut it. I hadn’t expected her to ever come over again. Not after last night’s rocky start and subsequent boring-as-hell review of Government. “Sorry. What’s up?”
She fidgets with her short school skirt. I notice she’s wearing knee socks, something few girls can pull off without looking like a total Catholic school whore. But Ellie, she looks innocent and hot.
“Did you happen to find my pen? I lost it when I threw it at you.”
She came over here to find a pen? That’s hard to believe, but I play along. “Didn’t see it, but we can look.”
I peer under my desk. Nothing. When I move past her to search under the bed, I’m careful not to touch her. I pull the bed away from the wall, only to reveal a lonely sock.
As I push the bed back into place, I say, “Did you really come over for a pen?”
She offers me a bottle.
“Thanks.”
“Yes, I really lost my pen. And it was my favorite one.”
“If I see it, I’ll call you. Or give it to Sarah.”
I sit in my desk chair and stare blankly at the notes I’ve made for chapter one of The Awakening . Brady promised to do chapter two, and we’re splitting the questions for chapter three.
“What are you working on?” She snuck up on me and stands next to my shoulder.
“Lit questions. Brady and I have to lead the discussion Monday.”
“Oh. Maybe I should go?” She hesitates, like she’s unsure what to do.
“You can stay. If you want. It’s visiting hours.”
Ellie walks across the room as I turn around. When she drops onto the vinyl mattress, her short skirt flips up giving a glimpse of her pale blue panties. I wonder if her bra matches. I bet it does, she seems like the matching undergarment type.
“It is indeed. And look.”
“What?” I say with a hint of panic.
“It’s visiting hours. What did you think I said?”
“Uhhh…” She can’t read your thoughts, dumbass. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
Ellie adjusts her skirt and places both her feet
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