Chapter 1

There is a myth universally acknowledged that guys think about sex every seven seconds. Whether or not that’s true, I have no clue. But as for me, it’s about every minute.

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I had been watching Jordan for a while. He sat across the room from me, by the windows. I don’t know why I was watching him; I guess it was just something to do. His head was propped up on a fist, his eyes closed. The ass hole was asleep. I looked back up at Ken; he was writing problems on the overhead.

God this class sucks ass.

Me and algebra, we aren’t friends. No matter how hard I try, I can never get it. Ken was writing some kind of linear equation on the board. Immediately my mind went into overdrive:

The class was gone; all that was left was me and Ken. He turned his back, spotting me, staring at him intently. Throwing the pen from his hand, he walked toward me, no stalked toward me, hunger in his eyes. Hunger for…me. I stood from my desk, meeting him. Pushing me against the wall, he tore my shirt open, running his hands down my chest, kissing my neck, taking my virginity. “Take me now!” I screamed, pulling his shirt off, rubbing his defined abs.

“Katie, please come show us how to work this problem.”

Images of being pinned to the wall while Ken kissed me breathless were quickly gone with thoughts of trying to figure out how to do the damn problem.

Ken you ass hole.

“Sure, Mr. Andrews.”

I approached the board, taking the dry-erase pen he handed me. I stood at the board, trying to figure out what the hell I was going to write.

I don’t know what to do.

I wrote down some random number, adding a square root sign along with a negative and smiled, looking at Ken. He frowned.

“Can you show us how you came to that answer?”

“I’m afraid not, Mr. Andrews. It’s a secret.”

Ken shook his head, walking back to the board.

“You can go back to you seat, Katie.”

I turned around and walked back down the aisle. I glanced at the clock. 2:25 pm. Just five minutes left until the weekend. Thank God.

The bell rang, class spilling out the door as fast as they could, running down the halls to their lockers. The weekend couldn’t have come faster. Jessica was having us over to her house for the night and I wanted to get home so I could pack some clothes. I spotted her in the hall, talking to Brad, a senior, also her boyfriend. As I passed them, I could hear them talking but couldn’t make it out. I winked at her, knowing it was probably about sex or lack of it. I got to my locker; Maddie was standing next to it trying to get hers’ open.

“How was algebra? Boring?”

“Yeah, although I made it appealing by thinking of me and Ken doing it in the middle of class.”

“You know it’s kinda weird how you fantasize about Mr. Andrews the way you do. He is, like, what, 10 years older than you.”

“It’s their fault for putting a hot, 26-year old in a class full of sexually charged 16-year olds. I say let me have my fun. I’m still a damn virgin and don’t have the guts to lose it. I figure using my mind to make up sexual encounters is a better alternative to getting pregnant or contracting gonorrhea.”

“I guess I can see your rationalization.”

“Yeah, it’s not too hard.”

I smiled at her as she laughed. Maddie is so understanding.

We got our stuff out and headed to the parking lot. Megan was standing by the car waiting for me.

“Hurry up, Katie. I got to get home; I gotta get to work.”

Throwing my stuff into the trunk, I slammed it shut. I climbed into the passenger seat as Megan started the car. She backed out, almost hitting a sophomore boy as she pulled out like a maniac. Taking the highway, we sped home.

When we got home I ran to my room. I grabbed some pj’s, pair of pants and a t-shirt. I love the weekend; I don’t have to wear my stupid school uniform. That’s one thing about going to a private Catholic school, you have to wear uniforms, which by the way are incredibly ugly and not flattering at all. Mom walked into my room and sat down on the bed.

“Hey there, sweetie. How was school?”

“It was alright,” I said as I threw my clothes into a backpack and grabbed a pair of flip flops.

“Did you learn anything interesting?”

My mom always wants to know how my lessons are, which is stupid because I can hardly remember what they were about.

“Mom, I learn something interesting everyday.”

She smiled at me, and then her face got serious. “Kaitlin, Mr. Andrews called me today.”

Oh shit.

“Yeah, what did he want?” I asked her, trying to sound like I didn’t care.

“He mentioned that you are having some problems in Algebra.”

I turned to look at her.

“Mom, you know that I have always hated math. It’s not like it’s something new.”

She nodded then sighed. “Yes, Dad and I know that, but the thing is, he said that your grade is falling and he doesn’t want to see you do worse than he knows you can do. He offered to become your tutor.”

My heart sank into my stomach.

“That could be a good idea. You know I am always up for more help.”

She smiled. “That’s what I told him and he said that you two will start tutoring on Monday.”

I turned around and smiled to myself. Could this actually be happening? I turned back to look at her. “That’s great. Hey, can I take the car tonight to Jessica’s?”

“I don’t see why not. Megan’s going out with Brian so he will probably be driving. Sure.”

I ran and hugged her. “Thanks, Mom.”

She kissed my cheek.

“You’re welcome sweet heart. Are you leaving soon?”

“Yeah, I told Liz that I would pick her up if I could get the car.”

“Okay, you guys be careful. No drinking and driving.”

“Mom, you know I don’t like to drink.”

“I know, but your friends do. Just be careful.”

“I will. Thanks, Mom.”

I kissed her and walked out of the room. Stopping at Megan’s room I knocked. She answered, her hair wrapped up in a towel and her face looking as if she had just scrubbed the top layer of it off.

“Hey, can I get the car keys?”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to Jessica’s. I have to pick up Liz.”

“Here you go,” she picked them up off her dresser and handed them to me. "Be careful.”

“God, I will. Have fun on your date.”

“You know I will,” she added with a wink.

I walked downstairs to the garage, threw my bag in the trunk and then started up the car. I put a CD in and then pulled out, heading over to Liz’s house.