Short Stories

What's Cooking?

Skylar

"Good afternoon class. I'm just going to get right to the point," Mr. Hewitt said bluntly, going straight to his desk, putting on a slide show, and pointing to a picture of food. Correction, Spanish food. "So, you're being put into groups of three and assigned, drum roll please," the class thumped on their desks, "to a cooking assignment."

There was a murmur of boos and groans throughout the classroom.

"Come on guys! It'll be fun, and we get to eat. I'll pair you off." He picked up a list off the desk and walked to the first table. "Jones, Lopez, Waite."

Then he walked to the second table. "Harden, Avery, Hudson."

Third. "Angelo, White, Margarita."

And so on, "Navitt, Brighton, Angelo."

"Masterton, Anderson, Michaelson."

"Travers, Donovan, King." Yeah, kinda spaced out after that.

After he was done Lukas complained loudly, "Mr. Hewitt! Come on. Don't pair me with Hudson! She'll poison Ryan and me!" I scoffed.

"Oh, please. If I wanted to kill you two, I would have done it already."

"See what I mean?"

"Oh, calm down, Harden. You'll be fine."

"Sure I will. Can I get the homework for the rest of the term, so I can do it before I die?" He mumbled.

"Stop being so dramatic. What's the worst she could do?" Ryan spoke up, attempting to make eye contact with me. I rolled my eyes and looked back down at my writing.

"So now that the interruption has ceased, I'll tell you all the important stuff and you'll get together with your partners and discuss other important details. This is due next Wednesday and we'll have ourselves a little feast." Mr. Hewitt clapped, "In your groups." Man was he excited... where I was the exact opposite. I sighed, resting my head on my table. My head was pushed off the table and soon replaced by Lukas' ass.

"You've gotta be kidding me. This again?" I thought we cleared this up last time when you got detention." I groaned.

"Lukas, don't be a narrow-minded idiot. Sit down like a normal person." Mr. Hewitt commented. Ryan sat in the seat in front of me, while Lukas sat beside me.

"Yes sir," Lukas grumbled. "So what are we going to make, Hudson?"

"Why are you asking me?" I demanded.

"'Cause you're a chick... I think."

"What does that have to do with making food?!"

"It's simple. Girls know how to cook better than guys. It's natural for a girl to cook. So... you're in charge." Lukas argued.

"Why does she get to be in charge?" Ryan asked, clearly not wanting to be here.

"And what's this whole deal with the fact that you don't think I'm a girl?"

"I never said th-"

"You just did! You just said, 'because you're a chick... I think.' What the fuck does that mean?"

"Hudson! Language!" Hewitt called.

"Sorry sir." I turned back to the idiots.

"Well sorry. Now what are we making?"

"Lunch or snacks?" I asked, pulling out a piece of paper and clicking my pen on the desk.

"Uh, snacks." Ryan shrugged. I pulled out my phone.