Direct And Linear Relationships

Chapter 2: Face Fall

Okay, only 20 minutes left. In 19 minutes and 58 seconds I'll be out of this class. I've managed to stay fairly quiet in physics. Gently ducking when Ms. Minatozaki called out to us to answer questions, keeping my head down so I can disappear underneath the hands that eagerly flew up to answer. Overall I had to say I was impressed by her behavior. She was definitely smart, knew what she was talking about without reading the text book, and had a firm handle on any behavior that she didn't find ideal for the classroom.

Which after Dicks incident, nobody fucked up. Nobody wanted to. She made her point.

Now though she was eager to get right back to teaching, and it was actually kind of fun. At least it would be, if I wasn't so distracted. I groaned down at my tortured state. 18 minutes and 32 seconds.

I guess I groaned too loudly because my classmates turned around in their seats to look at me.

Is there something on my face?

Shit what if she called on me?

Searching the assorted eye colors I finally found the hazel ones I'd been avoiding. They looked displeased.

Fuck, she probably called on me.

"Flip to page 42, Question 1." I heard Jennie mumble in front of me.

I swiped through the textbook until I found the question she was talking about.

Why we need Vectors:

Question 1: One day you're at a fair and are taking part in a multi-team tug of war. In the center is a ring with five ropes connected to it, and at the end of each rope is a tug-of-warm team. Once the war begins all five teams pull as hard as they can. Some pull with large forces, some with smaller forces. But which direction does the ring go? Which way does it accelerate?

Um, am I suppose to answer that? Did we actually go over all of this in class while I have been obsessively watching the clock? I made eye contact with Ms. Minatozaki again who was now patiently waiting for me to answer. She didn't seem mad anymore, I think I even saw a small smile but it flashed so quick it was hard to tell.

Okay, you got this. You must've heard something. Anything!

"Um-" I said shakily.

Strong voice. Use your strong voice

"The answer to question 1 would be..."

I did this to see if I was at least on the right problem, she nodded her head urging me to continue confirming that I was. Casually Ms. Minatozaki leaned back, placing her hands flat on the desk. I could see a hint of palef cleavage sticking out from the top of her blouse. Saliva pooled in my mouth and my cock throbbed hard.

Did I just leak on myself? Gah!

I'm a fucking wreck.

Reminder, loose boxers tomorrow.

How in the fuck am I suppose to answer a question when she puts her body in this position. Not that she probably noticed. I mean she just seemed like the type of woman who did everything naturally sexy.

Hearing Sinb's scoff from the front of the room brought me back to reality.

Ugh, that bitch.

I looked away from the cleavage trying to regain my thoughts. I don't know what's worse, the top of her breasts, or the intense staring contest. Both seem to have me captivated.

Focus!

I can do this. Think back.

I rummaged through my brain of things I thought I heard and finally the answer popped in my head. Was it right? Who knows, but I'll be damned if I just sit here in silence like a fucking boob.