Chapter 5
If there was one thing I hated about my high school, besides the people and the teachers and pretty much everything, it had to be that every grade had one day of sex-ed.
From freshmen to seniors, there was that one day where someone came in to give a lesson.
Come on, stop at freshmen. They didn't have to come in for us juniors and seniors. I was eighteen. I did not want yet another boring lesson on the safeties of sex. It was simple. Use a condom, listen to consent, don't ignore when someone says no.
I normally skipped, but this time, they handed out letters that had to be signed by the parents and if they weren't by a certain date, the school called your parents.
I did not want to listen to the same boring lecture.
All the grades were separated, and the seniors had to go to the small auditorium. I was still tempted to skip, but the teacher was leading us there.
I was just going to fall asleep during the lecture and hope the person talking didn't notice.
Unfortunately, my bad luck came once again. The onyl row available was the front row and my class was the last to show up.
Great.
The only bright side was the Princes were in my class, so I got to sit down beside Orchid.
"This sucks," Orchid said to me. "I don't want to listen to the same thing over and over again, and I'm pretty sure seventeen and eighteen year olds don't need a lesson on sex."
"My thoughts exactly," I said.
"Nolan definitely doesn't need the lesson," Alan said. "Right, Nolan? Get it? Because you've done the dirty before?"
"Did you really have to say that out loud?" Nolan asked.
"Yes. I'm your brother. It's what we do."
"I can see that."
When the lecture began, I just tuned the speaker out and stared off into space. I wasn't the only one. After all, this was our fourth time having this lecture.
Boring as hell.
Nolan was the only person on his phone in the front row, so the speaker soon noticed and walked over and cleared her throat, causing Nolan to look up at her. "Mind telling me why you're on your phone?" she asked.
"It's just....the lecture isn't really applying to me," Nolan said.
The speaker, whose name I didn't know because she was irrelevant, raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" she asked. "You're human, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Then it should apply to you. What would happen if you ended up getting a girl pregnant because you're not listening to the lecture? You could completely ignore the consensual rule as well."
"Uh, not really," Nolan said. "I have a boyfriend and I'm, like, ninety-nine percent sure he can't get pregnant. The lecture is only about a man and woman's relationship, not man and man or woman and woman. It's not applying to me at all."
"We get it, you're gay," an obnoxious douche, Felix, said, which caused a lot of people to laugh. "You don't have to keep reminding us."
"Yeah, and we get that you're a fucking asshole," I shot back. "You don't have to keep reminding us."
"Atticus, watch your language," the vice-principal warned. "And Nolan, please go see Mrs. Goth."
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