Under the Bridge

chapter forty six- "horndog"

there is a little bit of sexual content in this chapter. it's not 50 shades of grey it stops before things get ~too frisky~ and I diffuse a lot of it with humor, but I thought I should warn you lol. :) there's probably at least one eleven year old reading this.

if you don't want to read it, it starts halfway through the bottom section of text.

or sex-tion lol ;)

O L I V I A 

I DO NOT KNOW WHAT KIND OF EMOTION I AM FEELING. All I know, is that there is some kind of feelings soup going on in my stomach, and it's a flavorful blend of all sorts of confusing and interesting emotions. 

Here, outside of room 345, there is a simple note with the election results. 

On the impeachment of James Woods as NHS and subsequently class president:

The vote was 30-20 in favor of impeachment. Renee Woods will be taking the office of class president unless she is to deny the offer by 4:00 today. If so, there will be a snap election held tomorrow. James Woods will not lose his membership in the organization. 

"Fuck yeah." Liam grins, tossing an arm over my shoulder. 

I shrug, looking up at him and pulling on a weak sort of smile. "Liam?" I say, tugging him away from the door and looking up at him. 

He glances down at my eyes. "Yeah?"

"Let's not talk about the election today, if that's okay." I plead. 

Liam looks down at me in surprise but doesn't say anything. Instead, he leans down and sets a soft kiss on my lips. "Good luck in AP Chem." He says. 

Thank the lord he's got the memo. 

Except now he's reminded me of the hellish nightmare that is Advanced Placement Chemistry. I stayed up until 2 AM flipping through my textbook and searching for something I didn't know. I hear Mr. Franz doesn't ever put what he taught in class on the exams. 

I think I want to throw up. 

That's the American education system for you.

When I enter the room, I see a blur of also panicked students, and each one of them is looking over flash cards or tracing their notes with their fingers. All of us are worried. 

I take my seat in the second row and look up at his scrawled handwriting on the board. 

No calculator. 

No periodic table. 

Have fun :)

I glance down at our teacher, a balding sadist who could probably be on Criminal Minds. No calculator? No periodic table? ALL OF THE WORK WE DID IN CLASS REQUIRED A CALCULATOR AND A PERIODIC TABLE! Does he expect me to have every element's atomic mass and number memorized? That's 236 numbers and 118 symbols! 

Also, he expects me to do decimal calculations by hand? 

All of the quizzes we've taken have had a calculator and a periodic table. There was even one on the wall that I referenced from time to time. He's replaced it with a large poster of the football team. 

I think I'm going to puke. 

The bell rings, and the room falls silent. 

Now is the time I die.