Pulse

Chapter 9- Tampons Are My Favorite

Chapter Nine-

I slowly look up to meet Mrs. Ledger's sharp eyes. She slowly scans my sweater before a large noise erupts in the front of the class. Dorian stands up in the front, much to my dismay, walking slowly away with a smirk on his face.

He tries to gesture something nonchalantly to me, but I don't understand his method of communication. Sign language maybe? 

His hand still in my sight, he takes a seat, and moves up three fingers, drops his long ring finger, leaving two. Then he proceeds to drop his middle, leaving only his index. Right as he drops that final finger, the white board in the front of the room comes crashing to the ground, capturing Mrs. Ledgers full attention.

I waste no time throwing the condom packet at the idiot causing this whole debacle, and replace it swiftly with the folded rubric she passed out before class had begun.

She turns back to me, eyeing me angrily, as if I had something to do with it. She seethes before jogging to the phone, and bringing it to her ear, "Yes." She barks, "Right down like an avalanche."

The classes laugh booms, everyones except mine and Dorian's. He arches an eyebrow at me, "What's so funny?"

I ignore his loaded question, "Some ass is causing a ruckus in class."

He narrows his eyes with amusement at me.

"Ruckus?"

"Yes, ruckus." I glower. 

"Ass?"

"Yes." 

He lets out a deep genuine laugh, and the sound is actually pleasant. Not some ironic smirk, or evil, condescending chuckle. His lips curl up, and his dimples fully show. His tough guy looks instantly fade away and all I can see is an innocent boy joking harmlessly.

As harmless as this whole situation can be seen.

I see Dorian still turned around, obviously awaiting another reaction from me. He without a doubt proud of his little stunt. 

Mrs. Ledger is still on the phone losing her mind, so I glance at Dory and just shake my head, "What the fuck even are you?"

The question is clearly rhetorical and I don't receive an answer.

I do however feel Lennox next to me, staring a hole into the side of my head. And I just wait on the crumpled up note that she will inevitably throw at me any second now. Sure enough, thirty seconds later I heard her crumpling up a leaf of paper and the quiet sound of it landing in front of me.

'I know something is going on between you and lover boy. spill it'

With a nod of my head I mouth back to her, "Tonight, seven pm." To which she throws her fist up in the air, whispering "Finally!"

After a few more minutes of Mrs. Badger being on the verge of a having a complete meltdown, class proceeds as usual. First order of business is to receive a big old pile of work to make up. It's not everything we've done though. Just the important assignments and material for the important tests I missed.

I  am actually lucky. Due to my excellent grades I am being treated very fairly, and I actually have a chance to pass this school year without failing or getting average grades.

Then we start a new topic and a new book, Wuthering Heights, which I already happened to read during my oh so exciting stay in rehab.

Depressing ass book if I may say so myself. Nonetheless a masterpiece.

The bell sounds, causing me to jump. Dorian is still smiling proudly to himself, and the teacher waves us out, and gather my belongings and stuff them in my bag. I half expect Dory to wait on me, but he wastes no time getting out of there.