Scurrying into your seat, you held onto the device as you buckled. Your mother was seated next to you, adjusting the mirror when she caught a glimpse of the device.
"Hmmm. Now... what's that?" She asked. You look at her. Then... you realized the smug grin on her face.
"An iPod. I bought it. So.... I guess this wasn't a total bust."
"Mmm hmmm." Your mother says coyly as she backs out. Safely buckled, you begin to examine the device. That's when you notice a few oddities. There were a few extra buttons on the side. Then, looking down, you read the words "Live Music Go!" on the bottom.
"Ah! Shoot! This is some off brand player! Really?" You whine as you lean back.
"Relax. You already bought it. But I bet it works just fine." Your mom says calmly. You start fidgeting with the buttons, but the little screen won't come on. Looking down, you see a thin crease that when pressed, opened a compartment clearly meant for batteries.
"Seriously? It takes batteries? This thing sucks!"
"Calm down. We get some batteries and time, you just might love it. Plus with battery life... I don't have to worry about you going deaf!!" Your mom chuckled. You rolled your eyes. Disappointed, you dropped the device on the counter at home, forgetting about it till Monday.
Monday morning, as you came down to head to school, you saw your mom had placed a battery pack next to it. Clearly, she was trying to prove her point. Rolling your eyes, you take them. During the bus ride, you are unable to do anything due the bouncy ride. You realize it must wait just a bit longer.
Later on, you are seated in your morning science class. Chemistry was certainly your least favorite. It's advanced elements only enhanced by the presence of your least favorite teacher, Ms. Pinkerton. She had yet to make an appearance yet, so now was the perfect time. As you tinkered around with batteries, you hear a faint thump.
Glancing over, you see your usual neighbor sitting next to you. Alice Harper was an odd paradox. Her parents were software developers for NASA, so she had cash to spare. She could theoretically buy friends. But her popularity was hindered by two major problems. Firstly, while she had a pretty face, with full lips, a dainty nose, and large round brown eyes with heavy lashes, she also wore big circular glasses that had thick dark frames.
Then, there was her other problem, her weight. Last you heard, Alice had gone over 200 sophomore year. The results of a lack of interest in sports and a big appetite. You could recall Alice grabbing extra helpings in the cafeteria. Glancing beside you, you could see Alice's big figure practically spilling over the sides of her desk. Her lower body was packed like sausage into a pair of tight jeans that only showed off her heavy legs. Meanwhile, her belly poured forward, creating a spare tire that hung above the waist band. Everything was kept modest by her large white t-shirt and an unzipped blue jacket.
Her chubby fingers danced along her desk as she prepared for class. Placing a notebook, open to a black sheet, before her, then putting a pencil and marker beside it. You rolled your eyes and continued to fuss with the batteries. You tried to put them in, but found difficulty as the batteries just wouldn't slide in. You tried to push them in, but found resistance. You must have grunted, as you felt a soft tap upon your shoulder.
"What are you doing there John?" You look to see Alice, seated and adjusting her glasses.
"I got this stupid music player this weekend. But I can't get the batteries to go in." You said presenting it to her. Alice looked at it curiosity. Taking it from you, she tinkered with it herself a bit.
"Ah. Here's the problem! You need these kind of batteries, not triple-As..." You watch as Alice digs in her bag, pulling out a PDA. She takes out unusual looking batteries, then slides them into your device with ease.
"Huh? Geez thanks mom. Are you sure you want me to have those?" You asked. Your chubby classmate tilts her head, unintentionally emphasizing her double chin.
"I don't mind John. I can always get more... maybe share the music a little?" You shrug, taking back the device. Clicking it on, you quickly see a long list of music, organized by artist. You get the headphones ready, one in your ear, the other in Alice's.
"You pick the first song." You say. A look crosses Alice's face, a rosy blush. Alice scrolls through, burying her cheek against her hand. You watch as she looks through, going past band after band. Then, her finger picks a classic... Queen. She quickly picks a song.
"Ohhh!!! Why don't take me home tonight!!" You hear through the ear bud. Your face scrunches a bit and you look at Alice. She blushes harder. A smile on her face. Was she... being flirty?
"I'm self aware. Don worry." She says adjusting her long hair behind her ears. You sit there awkwardly, not sure how to respond.
"Fat bottom girls!! You make the rockin world go round!!" You hear as you quickly turn away and start scrawling some quick notes. Alice wasn't hard to look at, but she wasn't exactly "high value" in terms of dating. At least that's what a young high schooler such as yourself thought. If you glanced quickly enough, you see Alice awkwardly trying to seem busy too. The red quickly fading from her cheeks.
"Uh...." you softly start, hoping to let her down easy, but before you can finish, you're interrupted by the opening of the classroom door.
"Wallace. Harper. Take those stupid things out of your ears." You look up to see Ms. Pinkerton looming in the doorway. You quickly pluck the earphones out.
"Ow!" Alice says as you accidentally tug the bud out of her ear. You scramble to pull it all together.
"What is that thing doing here? How on earth is it going to contribute to your learning experience?" Ms. Pinkerton walked into the classroom, closing the door behind her.
Ms. Pinkerton was.... unique to say the least. Despite your rocky interactions, even you have to admit she's a complete bombshell. Tall, at six foot 2, she had a well toned and tan physique. Made even more alluring by thick, wavy shoulder-length rosy blonde hair. But then there was her curves as well.
Ms. Pinkerton had every young man's dream body. Wide hips, a large butt, a toned waist, and an ample chest made Ms. Pinkerton a much discussed fantasy in both the boys locker room and the teachers lounge. It wasn't really a fantasy you shared, seeing as she seemed to have it out for you. Still, she commanded the room as she entered.
This was partly for her blunt personality, and also partly for the tight pink hoodie she was wearing, the zipper stopped at just below her bust, emphasizing the strained black fabric of the shirt and bra underneath. On her thick hips and toned legs, she wore a pair a burgundy capris and white sneakers. She stood there now, glaring at you with her hands on her hips.
"Well Mr. Wallace?" She asked again.
"No. I guess it doesn't." You say. Her eyes dart toward Alice beside you. Then back at you.
"Consider it a warning. I see it again. You're going to detention. Plus I'm confiscating it." Ms. Pinkerton wasn't kidding either. She'd taken more than a few items in her career. Quite a few from you even. Not that you didn't give her reasons.
"Yes ma'am." You hear Alice say as her head leans down.
"Sure thing Ms. P." You say as respectfully as possible. With a nod, class begins. You and your fellow students watch as Ms. Pinkerton turns around, more than a few of your male peers pleased by the sight of her behind. She starts droning on, writing on the chalkboard. You struggle to understand the terms as they fly by. You practically feel the drool starting as your mind goes black from boredom.
Eventually, Ms. Pinkerton shifts gears, turning back to face the class. As she grabs a stack of papers on her desk, she looks at Alice.
"Ms. Harper. Please pass out these papers." Ms. Pinkerton watched as Alice got up, her classmates snickering slightly as they watched her own behind bounce a little in her tight jeans. Once again, Alice's face turned red. This time from embarrassment. Standing before Ms. Pinkerton, her paltry height of four foot ten only made her look more pathetic as Ms. Pinkerton handed the papers to Alice. Alice proceeded to pass out the papers that turned out to be a rather advanced homework assignment. Too advanced for you at least. You watch as Alice finishes, and stumbles back to her desk. You feel bad as you notice the sad look behind her glasses. You glare at Ms. Pinkerton, but she doesn't notice.
"I expect these assignments to be filled out and returned tomorrow morning. Keep in mind the formulae we went over today. Also remember to keep your work organized and well documented." At those last two words, she glared at you. You knew why. You absolutely sucked at that portion of the workload. As Ms. Pinkerton finished, she turned back around. You looked up at clock, seeing another half hour of class time was ahead.
Figuring you had time, you pull out the music player....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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