To Give In

Chapter 2

Pic to the right is Asher's car

Asher POV song: Girls and Boys in School (Neon Trees)

Chapter 2

Asher

We’ve only been in school for a month, feels like years; we have 150 more days of pure academic torture…Great. Well thank god for Mr. Lewis, he makes English interesting, relatable, and he is one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met, and funny so funny, he is the reason why I decided to get my act together and take college seriously cause I want something better than community college, something better than San Mateo. I walk into my fifth period English class and take my seat, thankful that I’m at least two rows away from my demon of an ex-girlfriend, Madison O’Donnell, god in a way I’m glad she cheated on me, gave me an excuse to call it quits. I swear that girl survives on drama, guess that’s why she gets all the leads in the school’s drama production. That or she is screwing the director. Hell, I would easily believe either reason, that girl gets anything she wants just by opening her legs, like a slutty con-man. The bell rings and Mr. Lewis walks in, cup of coffee in hand, he is late as usual.

“Mornin’ kiddos,” he said as he placed the mug on his paper-strewn desk.

“Mornin’ Lewis,” we said. He smiles and takes his normal seat on top of the wooden stool, which students have autographed and doodled on over the years. Students really do love this guy, I think he holds the record for most pennants given to him by graduating seniors, and his walls are just covered with the prom photos of past students.

“So how are you all today, hungry, I know. Lunch is next so just hang in there guys. Today is going to be simple a couple notes and I’ll be sure to give you guys your seven minutes of down-time. Deal?”

“Deal!” we all shouted. He smiled his coveted Mr. Lewis smile, stood up grabbed a marker and began writing on the board.

“Okay guys, here is our next unit.” He moved away from the board, and the one word I was dreading was displayed proudly across the white board: Poetry!

Shit.

“And yes, before you ask we will be writing our own poetry and a written work will be our final assignment for the unit.”

Double shit.

“However, you will have the chance to work with a partner, if you choose to.” He said.

Okay, we are back to only one shit, no I’m not too keen on the whole poetry shit but at least now I can share the workload. First rule of project never partner with a hot girl, you will easily get distracted and most likely end up dating her without even knowing her, except the fact that I was probably paying more attention to her nice rack than the assignment. Plus your grade on the assignment will probably blow. Flashback to my junior year Physics class and the fall semester project I picked Madison, I got a D and endured seven months of agony. Lesson learned! In the end it wasn’t even worth it, there was nothing enjoyable in losing it to a girl who is way more experienced than you and begins criticizing what you are doing wrong. Like Jesus, just lie down and let me enjoy my first time, I’m pretty sure no one was criticizing your ‘skills’. So, yeah that’s why hot girls don’t make good project partners.

“If you guys are wondering why I’m doing the poetry unit now it’s because September is almost over and during October and November, you all should be working on college apps. So I’ll do the poetry unit now so there isn’t an excess of homework for you to complete when you guys should be applying to college.”

And again, I love Mr. Lewis.

“Go ahead and chat amongst yourselves for the next couple minutes while I prepare the opening PowerPoint.”