The Day Before Last Wednesday

Chapter 2 - 4th Period

Chapter 2- 4th Period

                  4th Period has to be my favorite class, not only is it an even number. Not only is the teacher the easiest, most interesting teacher on the planet that pretty much grades us on whether or not we know our own names. But in this class are the hottest girls in my grade. No joke its wall to wall babe! And with a boy to girl ratio of 1 to 5, this class is like my personal heaven! And it’s here, in Home Ec, where the path of the impossible became possible.

                   Because you see, unlike most people our age, I enjoy cooking and I’m really good at it.

                   Yes, underneath this manly exterior beats the heart of a chef. Many believe that it is a woman’s place in the kitchen. But my Dad’s side of the family says otherwise. Yellow food coloring isn’t needed to make macaroni yellow and vinegar doesn’t go in everything.

                   But anyway it was there in 4th period, the day before last Wednesday…Tuesday. I was spinning around on a stool to see how much speed I could pick up. It was a pretty scientifical event. The stool was pretty old so there wasn’t much resistance. As everyone filed into class they didn’t seem to care that I was working on breaking records.

                  “Mr. Silver, why don’t you give it a rest,” Ms. Cherri said when she walked in the room. It’s how she greeted the class. I bet she even does it when I’m even absent.

                  “Aye, aye Chef!” I said as I hopped off the chair. There was a bit of a stumble, but I stuck the landing.

****Story Within a Story Pause****

                  “I want to be a pirate. I was born during the wrong time,” I said pausing my own story this time. We were all outside after school where the bus rider kids wait. Tory and I are bad ass bikers (bicycles), while Howard is stuck on his feet. Axel and Abel were drivers, they’re lucky enough to have a grandmother that buys useful and wanted things for Christmas, unlike mine. That damn Snuggie is still in its box. 

                   “A pirate? I thought you wanted to be a ninja,” Tory laughed.

                  “That was a boy’s dream,” I informed her. I’m a man, if she didn’t notice.

                  “You couldn’t be a ninja anyway. You’re not Asian,” Axel said.

                  “You don’t have to be Asian to be a ninja. Sure it doesn’t seem as legit, but still. A pirate is prefect for me. I’d be Captain Jon Silver!”

                  “Isn’t there a Captain John Silver that make crappy fish sticks?” Howard always finds a way to crap on a man’s dreams.

                   “Hey, remember that South Park episode? Fish sticks,” Abel chimed in and we all started laughing.

                   “You guys are so immature,” Tory rolled her eyes.

                   “Anyway…”

****Story Within a Story Resume!****

                   “Jon, you’re pretty smart, right?” That’s a question I like to hear, to which the answer is yes. I’m a straight A, B…C student who has mastered the art of the power naps during class. But the question did catch me off guard and to hear it come from Jasmine Fuller did even more so.

                  “Ah, huh?” I so elegantly put. Playing hard to get was another art form I’ve mastered.

                  Jasmine sat down in my partners chair beside me. My partner was clearly distraught, but pretended to be oblivious to the salutation while happily talking to her friend across the room.

                  “Jon?”

                  “Jasmine,” I said with a raised brow.

                  “You’re silly,” she laughed and pushed my shoulder.

                    That was all it took. I knew what path I was going down, this girl was in love with me. I’ve seen more romantic comedies than I care for. I know all the signs. Jasmine Fuller was in love with me!

                   That…

                   Or she wanted something.

****Story Within a Story Pause****

                  “That’s right you better not!” I said eyeballing them all.

****Story Within a Story Resume****

                  “So you have Mr. Jacobs for math, right?” I nodded, keeping it smooth and casual. She smiled as she went on, “do you understand everything that he’s saying?”

                 “Less talking, more whisking Mr. Silver.”

                  “Aye Chef!” I picked up a whisk and started whisking the air in an empty bowl. “I understand it for the most part.” I was being extremely modest. I was cursed with math God genes, I’m so awesome I only use pen.

                  “Really? Would you help me study for the up coming test?” Jasmine was in two math class levels below me, helping her would be a walk in the park.

                  “Sure, when you wanna do this?”

                  “Well the test is tomorrow, so this afternoon. And since it would be less inconvenient for you, at your place.” An Invitation from the Gods! She was so in love with me.

                 “Okay,” I said all nonchalant.

****Story within a Story Pause****

                “And that’s how it’s done,” I clapped my hands. That was easier to explain than I thought.

                “You had her over to your house to ‘study’? Were you guys in your room?”

                “Tory, the air quotes weren’t necessary. Other girls want some of this, so if you want some say so, put a ring on it.” Yeah, I like that song what of it! Love that woman.

                 “I’ll put a ring around your neck,” she said as she wrapped her hands around my neck.

                 “So violent,” Howard said shaking his head.

                 “It’s just the jealousy talking,” I reassured and Tory started shaking me. 

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So it’s been 4 months since the last “Chapter”, how many more til the next?

Well not too many I’ve already started writing it, so it should surface some time in October.

I don’t care for the word “babe” but I used it. “Scientifical” isn’t a word? I don’t care I used it too. That damn Snuggie really is still in its box.