Myocardium

Part 30

Do I want to go to college today? No. Is it really up to me to decide? Also no. So, what can I do about it? Absolutely nothing. Push through as always, that's all I really do.

While I'm spacing out in the back of this damned room full of apathetic people, Rafael enters the room being as enthusiastic as always by the looks of it and elegantly swings the door shut behind him. To get everyone's attention, he clears his throat, subsequentially raising his strong, jovial voice.
"So," he drops his bag onto the teacher's desk and turns his focus towards all of us, sighing,
"This week we'll be talking about the birds and the bees and why consent, communication and protection are most important during sex."

His bluntness is surprising to all of us. I don't understand how he can be so awake and lively at this time of the day, it's inhumane. Yet another foundation for my reasoning of why he surely must be an angel. With a now rather dour frown on his serious face, he turns to face the blackboard, where he writes down this three-letter word that has been tormenting me ever since Joe dared to touch me for the first time. Sex.

He spells the words in all capitals, while the girls begin giggling and exchanging thrilled glances. I don't blame them, I'm in no position to do so either. Hell, if anyone, I am not entitled to judge them for being interested in hearing Raf talk about sex. 

It's practically what I've been doing for weeks now, even though I'm still a bit on the fence about whether or not that is a good thing. I'll let you know as soon as I figure that one out. 
"As all of you know, sex describes an act of utter intimacy between two people," Raf starts his lecture, shutting everyone's chitchat down with the very first word spoken. 

Some nod in agreement, others don't. I don't. All I do is stare and listen to this man standing in the front of the room. My eyebrows furrow. The fact that he is talking about THAT topic revolts me, it makes me not want to associate with him whatsoever. In a way, he looks like a different person to me in this moment. 

"Of course, it's all about preferences and personal enjoyment, so sex can pretty much be anything the participating persons mutually want it to be," Rafael explains and is rudely heckled by a girl who raises her hand and doesn't even bother to wait another second to interrupt his words.
"So, what are your preferences?"

According to my careful, year-long observation, she's always been a bold type of person, but speaking in such a manner to someone who is essentially still our lecturer is ill-mannered and disrespectful. People are laughing, and even applaud her courage of openly making an attempt to flirt with Rafael. What in the 'high school kid' type of behaviour is this? I'm losing hope in my own generation. Silently, I watch the scene go down without letting my annoyance show whatsoever.

Raf himself can't hold back a derogatory chuckle to counter this pathetic effort in wooing him. After gathering his thoughts, he puts both of his hands flat onto the professor's desk and shrugs his shoulders in a way that makes his collarbones visible under his long-sleeved, tight, beige V-neck. A desperate sigh leaves his lungs audibly before he scolds her, directly and sternly.

"See, even if I was allowed to talk about my own sex-life, which I'm not, I would not know what in the world would make you think I'd be sharing any of it with someone other than the people I get intimate with? It's none of your business, let alone completely disrespectful and out of line for you to ask me about it. Now you better watch your mouth, or I won't hesitate to send you to Mr. Arkham for making such inappropriate comments."

Oh man, what a professional he is. The girl's face turns as red as a tomato as she endeavors to hide it behind her hands. The rest of the class, including me, seems to be amazed by him. It's something about the way he says things that makes it sound so competent, without discrediting his evident philanthropy. And even though I know that he isn't as stuck up or secretive about it as he may seem to my mates, I'm more than glad he doesn't share this with anyone and everyone, especially not with people who are, as he said, not supposed to show interest in these matters whatsoever.