All I Want To Do...

... Is to talk about family history

Jaya and Paxton make out in Jaya's room the next morning. They're in the window seat because Jaya doesn't want to mess up her bedspread until she goes to bed. Jaya's wearing one of her skirts and a t-shirt. Jaya's skirt is hiked as she grinds a little and he whimpers a little when she feels herself run against his hardness.

She keeps dry-humping him and Paxton holds her waist, his hazel eyes squeezed shut. The grinding feels good to him as well. This keeps going until they both release.

They go downstairs and put heir shoes on by the door. They get into Jaya's car and she drives them to school. They walk inside together. It still seems like people get out of their way and they worship the ground the couple walks on. They go to their lockers separately.
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They're sitting on History when Mr. Shapiro comes in.

"Scholars, bad news," Shapiro says as he sits atop his desk after the final morning bell rings. "My ongoing fight with the school board has suffered a crushing blow. I will have to administer a final exam, not a final interpretive dance.

"But I already Amazoned a unitard!" Trent complains.

"However," Shapiro says, "they cannot stop me from offering a more creative bit of extra credit."

Jaya rubs her hands together and she glances at Paxton, who is sat beside her today. He smiles at her. This could be good for him and his grades.

"The assignment," Mr. Shapiro continues, "do an oral presentation at the end of the week about one of the great American saga that has personally affected you and your family."

"What about the growing influence of Indian diversity in the US?" Jaya asks.

"That could work, yes, because it wasn't always like that," Mr. Shapiro says as he points to her. "The class is called Facing History," he addresses everyone. "Who's brave enough to face their own history?"

Only Ben, Devi, Paxton, and Jaya raise their hands. Jason has started making good grades since Devi helped him study and now... he's doing it on his own. So is Paxton.
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Jaya leans against Paxton in her living room while a Bollywood movie plays on the tv. She reads from her textbook and studies her Spanish. Jaya isn't going to talk about the diversity of Indian culture. She's going to talk about her grandmother, her dad's mother. She lived in America. She was the first of her family to live in America.

"You should do it on someone from your grandpa's younger days," Jaya says to Paxton.

"Yeah." Pax runs his hand down Jaya's stomach and stops at the top of her pants. She pushes his hand down her pants once her book is on rye floor. Her uncle just had to leave for an emergency surgery. Paxton gets his girlfriend off and she does the same to him before he has to leave so he can start his extra credit.

Jaya goes up to her room and she spreads out the stuff on her paternal grandmother,  Aditi.
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Jaya takes a break to eat some spicy chicken curry and rice before she works on her extra credit assignment some more.
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Jaya goes right after Ben in Facing History.

"This is about my paternal grandmother, Aditi," Jaya says. "She came to America before any one else of my family. She was sixteen and a reject of our family. She was arraigned to marry a wealthy man, Khan. But according to my paternal aunt, Diya, Aditi wouldn't settle for that so when she was sixteen, she risked banishment from the family and fled  before the wedding because marriage under eighteen was very common in Aditi's day. When she came to America, she had nothing." She points to an image Diya gave her on Wednesday. It's of Aditi in America at the bus station with absolutely nothing upon her arrival in America. "People didn't know how to handle Indians then as much as they do now. They didn't want to give her a job because she was a foreigner. She lived in poverty for her first five years in America, living on the streets and begging for food." She looks at the images of her grandmother. "Things got better for her when she met an Indian man called Dhruv Singh. He was successful and owned an Indian restaurant. He offered Aditi a job and she got up off her feet and started working. After about seven years, she and Dhruv got married and they gave birth to my father, Arjuh Singh, and ten years later, Diya." She looks at the picture of her dad. "Aditi's life in America didn't start of easy because people were critical of her because of the color of her skin and her ethnicity."