Our story starts in a classroom much like any other. This classroom is decked in the school colors of blue and white. The walls have many posters with quotes pertaining to science such as "The limits of the possible can only be defined by going beyond them into the impossible," and "The chance of the bread falling with the butter side down is directly proportional to the value of the carpet," and "It is inexcusable for scientists to torture animals; let them make their experiments on lawyers and politicians".
It was a moderate sized class of about 30 people. The teacher, Mr. Murphy, was lecturing on a topic vaguely about something to do with chemicals and their interactions with people, while the seniors went all about their own business not paying any attention to his lecture. Inside we can see the typical cliques going about their business; cheerleaders, preps, jocks, emos, hicks, and even more than a few nerds. The stenciled label on the door reads "Intro to science 101."
This college prep class just happens to be the one that most students need for their final science credit to graduate. This is normally not a place for odd things to happen, but this is Mr. Murphy's class after all. We shall focus on the start of it all, one girl named Jordan. An average girl of all respects; with brown hair of decent length, blue eyes, just a tic this side of cute. She awaits the end of class in a spaghetti string top that holds, quite nicely, an average rack, an almost trendy belt, long black pants that fit well enough, and a pair of well-worn but taken care of white and black sketchers. So now that you know what the catalyst looks like, let us see what unfolds in the small town of Kudzu.
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Jordan looked over her shoulder at the clock.
"Man, how much longer do I have to endure this..." she thought as she saw the clock's hands still too far away from 3 o'clock. "Why do we still have a face clock?" She added in annoyance.
She had been feeling a bit odd lately, and she could not nail down what was making her feel that way. It was just that she had a sense of ... Well, she couldn't really pin it on anything. It wasn't puberty as that had happened long ago.
"What a horrible time to be a girl." she thought, "Too many hormones running around changing your mood every 5 seconds."
Glancing down away from the clock, she saw the deary walls of the classroom that she hated so much. Biology was such a waste of time. She hated her teacher and her dad for making her stay in this class. Well... not really hated her dad, but as close as an 18 year old can get. She had wanted to drop this class in favor of the more popular classes like fine arts or humanities. Neither the teacher nor her dad would sign off on her request form, stating that
"Boring is not a reason to drop the class."
The teacher's monotonous tone droned on, just like in his class now, on the abundance of reasons why biology was imperative and how back in the day he had no choices on classes. Her dad, while normally agreeable on most of her descisions, said that this one class he would not budge on. Man that was sucky. She leaned forward and put her head in her hands.
Well, that put her in a mood, and it reminded her of the reasons for feeling like this class is just another prison. Picking her head up and looking around, she noticed Matt behind her with a far off look in his eyes. She was about to ask him how he felt about this stupid class when she noticed where his eyes were looking. She turned red with a mix of emotions, both of rage and of vulnerability. She realized that her thong was sticking out above her lower than normal pants and that Matt had a full view of the display. She sat unable to act as both scenarios played in her mind, one of her laying the hardest slap across his face, and the other surprisingly of her doing nothing and letting him look. She was surprised to find that she liked being looked at like that.
Matt was quite handsome with short expensively cut brown hair, well trimmed eyebrows, deep brown eyes, short even nose, full lips, and an angular chin. He wasn't particularly well built but his face more than made up for it. He was known as "The Playboy" for both his good looks and for doing most of the willing girls in school. Most girls liked him simply because he was good looking, however Jordan didn't like him simply because he was a jerk and did things like this all the time. Still, even though she didn't like him, the thought of a guy looking at her like this was making her blush.
"What the hell am I thinking!" she thought as she abruptly put that thought in a stranglehold.
Without thinking, she quickly slapped him across the face. A very loud "Crack" resounded across the class and hung in the air. At just that moment Mr. Murphy had stopped talking, making this loud sharp sound now all the more audible as everyone in the class jerked around to see what just happened.
Matt sat there with a shocked look and a sheepish "No way, I just got caught." look on his face. With a dazed and awkward smile starting to spread, he rubbed his face where Jordan's hand print was clearly visible. The outline of her hand slowly coalesced in the same color that her face was now turning. As reality crept into Jordan's mind, she realized everyone was staring at her and she was now standing facing Matt. She hadn't even felt herself stand or turn around and now she immediately regretted her reaction. She sputtered something she hoped was an apology as she stumbled backward.
Not thinking, nor caring where she went, as long as it was not here, she ran from the classroom. She hoped the hallway was empty. She didn't really care where she ran, just as long as no one was there to see her. She found a restroom down the stairs just down the hall from the gym and ran in. Locking herself in a stall, she tried to calm down from the panic she was in. Her face was on fire and her breathing ragged from both running and half hyperventilating on the way there. Realizing she would need to calm down and think things through, she fluffed air into her shirt and tried to get her breathing under control.
"God, I am on fire she thought..." That fire stoked by the fuel of oxygen and the thought of someone looking at her that way. She felt a warming sensation spread further down and attempted to redouble her efforts at cooling herself.
Suddenly she heard the door to the restroom push open. Pulling her sketchers up out of view, she tried to silence her heavy breathing as much as she could. Two cheerleaders walked in chatting each other up. Jordan breathed a sigh of relief. Thankful it wasn't a teacher coming to take her to detention or one of her friends that she would have to explain herself to. It was too soon for them to find out anyhow and these two sounded like they knew nothing of what just happened to Jordan. Looking through the crack in the door to the stall, she watched the cheerleaders as they walked to the mirror. Comparing themselves in the reflection, the two cheerleaders both went on about how they wished they had the features of the other.
"I wish I had your rack Fel." Rebecca said with a look that lingered just a whole number and a fraction too long.
"Well, I wish I had your legs, abs, and Ass! Becca!" Felicity said appreciating the compliment.
