You And Me

Chapter 4

"Alright guys," Skander says. "What's the difference between being hungry and horny?"

I'm in my kitchen because we moved to my house. I stick my head out of the kitchen.

"Where you put the cucumber." I say.

Everyone gasps and Skander starts laughing his ass off.

"Wait." Noah walks into the kitchen. "Have you actually used food?"

I laugh. "No." I laugh.

"Are you lying?" he asks.

I turn to him and lean in and whisper, "That time in my Volvo was my first orgasm. I've never masturbated."

I put my coffee spoon in the dishwasher and walk out of the kitchen.

"Wait." he follows me. "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"No you're not. You've got to be kidding."
I laugh. "I'm not. Noah, I thought I told you that." I look at him, confused.

"Well, you did, but I thought you were kidding! How do you live?"

I shrug.

"It doesn't bother me."

He frowns.

"How is that even possible?" he mutters. I laugh.

"I don't know." I laugh. "Do you?"

"Hell yeah!"

I laugh again. "A lot?"

He nods.

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A week later later, the holidays are over, and Noah is back to work. He's an English teacher. I just got off work. I hate my job. I work at a convenience store and a restaurant just to get by. It's so hard because I want to be a teacher, and I went to college for teaching, but I'm just not getting hired anywhere. I step out of the shower to rid of the smell of the restaurant and I wrap myself in a towel when my phone starts ringing.

I look down at the I.D.

Noah.

I press answer.

"Hey." I say.

"Hey."

I look at the clock. It's 2:00.

He's still got thirty minutes until he gets out.

"Don't you still have students?" I ask.

"Yeah, I do."

"So shouldn't you be...teaching?" I hesitate.

"Well...I think I need your help with something."

I frown. "Alright. What is it?"

"Well..." he hesitates. "Principal Clark just came into my room and asked for help."

"With what?"
"Well I keep bugging him about how you've been wanting a job, and uh, Ms. Young just quit."

"So..." I trail off.

I want to hear him say it.

"How about you come in around three and he can talk to you, okay?"

"Okay." I say.

"He wants me to warn you that she quit because the kids are horrible to her." he says.

"Okay."

"You don't care?" he asks.
"Not really. Are you going to be there?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'll be there at three."