How to Get Caught Sleeping With Your Teacher

Chapter 6 - Scylla

Third period with Miss. Dean went as slow as a class possibly could. Mostly because I was anticipating fourth period physics with Lucia. That was until I remembered that Chad was also in the class. Luckily I'd already taken out most of my bad energy at the end of dance class when a couple of us had put in our headphones and started dancing while everyone else just chatted amongst themselves. Lucia was the one who'd told me about what was going on with Chad, and I assumed she'd have more to say about the subject by now. Lucia was the queen of the grapevine, always knowing what was spinning around in the rumor mill even if it had nothing in the slightest to do with her.

I walked into room 409 and saw Mr. Grahams sitting at his computer leaning on his elbow. I also watched as Lucia loudly spat with Chad. I assumed from the look of embarrassment on Chad's face that Lucia was winning. I'd come in during the middle of the argument, but I figured I knew what it was about.

I didn't even stop to set down my bag at my desk before walking over to them. The first thing I noticed was Lucia's finger in his face, which almost made me burst out laughing. I wouldn't describe my attitude towards the ordeal as angry, like Lucia was, but rather annoyed and deeply stressed. I never really figured out why I wasn't boiling with rage, I just assumed it was repressed and would spill over at some point. Lucia on the other hand, had a temper. I remember one time she punched a kid out because they were having a heated disagreement over some political views. She got a week of OSS, but she never came close to an apology.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Lucia hissed loudly in his face. They were standing across from each other, and at this point I was standing to the left of them both, just watching the conversation idly.

"Lucia, language please." Mr. Grahams cut in, not looking up from his computer screen. Lucia obviously heard him but didn't respond.

"Well, the name on my birth certificate says Chad Michael Quents." He replied with a raise of the eyebrows.

Lucia rolled her eyes. "You are such a little bitch." She scoffed back at him. When I dated Chad, he and Lucia held a deep animosity towards each other.

"Lucia, please, I don't feel like filling out the paperwork for a detention. Watch your mouth." Mr. Grahams cut in again, this time looking over at the quarrel.

"Sorry Mr. Grahams, but Chad deserves it." Lucia turned around and said with a smile.

"That may be true, but I don't want to hear it in my room." Mr. Grahams replied before he went back to typing. "If you can't say it in church, then don't say it here."

"I don't go to church." Lucia informed him.

"And I'm an Atheist but I think we both get the point I'm trying to make." Mr. Grahams replied.

"Yes sir." Lucia responded with a smile. The bell rang, causing Mr. Grahams to stand from his desk and ask the class to sit down. Chad practically dashed away from Lucia and to his seat. Chad was a buff 6'2 lacrosse player, but somehow fear radiated off of him at the mere sight of Lucia's thin 5'8 frame. Lucia and I followed suit with the other kids standing and sat down. Mr. Grahams starting booming on about something physics related. I wasn't paying much attention, rather I was thinking about what happened with Micky yesterday. My mind engulfed itself with plentiful questions that hammered on and on like a hummingbird until the bell rang, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Lunch was anxiety inducing.

Everywhere I walked I could feel guys eyes on me. I knew it was because of what Chad told the basketball team, and they in turn showed their friends. I felt Lucia flip a few people off, even though she tried to hide it from me. I should have been angry, but I was too distracted to be angry right then about the whole thing; which was okay, because Lucia was mad enough for me. We got our lunch in unison, and sat down with our usual group. There was Davie Fredricks, a flamboyant and brutally honest dark-skinned guy who everyone presumed was gay, but he repeatedly denied it. Miles Mcallister, the guy I had a crush on before I dated Chad, also sat with us; he was a hockey player with a strong jaw and dirty blonde hair. Jada Sanchez and her cousin Lonna Sanchez were Cuban girls who grew up together in the slums and moved here in middle school. They always had each other's back. Lastly were Declan Rogers and Arianna Davenport, the school's most notorious couple who'd won the 'cutest couple' superlative two years in a row. Declan was the best pitcher our school's baseball team had ever seen, and Arianna was a notable figure in the Redmond High School theatre program.

As soon as we sat down, Davie started talking. "So I heard your ass-hat of an ex-boyfriend leaked your tit pics. Is it true?" He asked.

I sighed and Lucia shot him a look. Davie raised his eyebrows at Lucia to challenge her. Davie and Lucia fought a lot, because of their bold and conflicting personalities.

"Yes, well, no. He got his hands on a nude of someone with my skin tone and gave it to the entire basketball team and told them the picture was of me." I explained.

"Ew." Arianna said automatically, referring to the basketball team. Rightfully so, as the basketball team titled the schools most pompous, horny, and obnoxious boys that our town had to offer. Any girl with the slightest of sense knew to stay away from them. There were two or three guys on the team that weren't as bad as the others, but still not ideal dating material. There'd been a scandal about four or five years ago with the basketball team and a freshman girl that was ultimately forced to have an abortion.

"Why would he do that?" Declan asked.

"Because he's got short-man syndrome." Lucia cut in, causing me to laugh. The rest of the table then followed suit. The remainder of lunch was pretty calm, despite a few glares here and there from guys trying to undress me with their eyes. I simply ignored it and munched away at my sub sandwich and waited for fifth period.