A/N: Have fun!

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01 - The theory

UCLA, 2014

The class is silent.

Today, Erwin Sikowitz gives his pupils their end-of-year work, consisting to dissert on the place of sex in the relationship between men and women at societal level.

He always feels a sense of superiority, almost sadism, walking through the ranks to distribute corrected copies. In general, the verdicts are not surprising: there are always those resigned dunces who see, with no eyebrows and no surprise, the sheet marked with an E or an F falling on their desk.

And then there are those serious students, like Victoria Vega & Jadelle West. Always in the front row, with an assiduity without fault and whose copies are a pleasure to correct. The kind of future executives who will go far, both because they have the discipline and intelligence that befits the great careers, and because their beauty will put all the employers to their knees.

Who would not dream of a young collaborator combining grace and spirit at this point?

These two talented pupils, who have followed her course of Sociology of Sex with interest throughout the year, are real workaholics, permanent subscribers to excellence. In particular Jadelle, she can boast to have only A's on her record, varying between A + or A- depending on whether her duty was perfect or «only» admirable.

She lives only for her academic results. Her one and only friend, Victoria, is less relentless, but her results are more than honorable. She seems to be the only one to understand and to respect the frenzy that pushes Jadelle to excel beyond of the bearable, under the frequent jeers of her jealous classmates and eager to break the little intellectual of the class.

Tori welcomes her B+ with a broad smile, and the professor takes advantage of his passage to her desk to take a look at her cleavage. The life of teacher has its good sides, especially removing its ethics scruples aside from the sight of young breasts. It is with an eye vaguely dragging on the chest of her neighbor that Erwin attributes to Jadelle a B+ equally deserved.

But a howl draws off him to his discreet voyeurism. Her face twitched with black anger, Jadelle could not believe her eyes.

"B+! THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE! I DO NOT B+!" Jadelle shouted.

Little used to what the pretty student disturbs the class, he tempers her.

"Come on, come on Jadelle. What's wrong?"
"I DO NOT HAVE B+! IT CAN NOT POSSIBLE AND I HAVE TO A A! You forgot points, that's for sure I had to have an A+! You know I must have an A+!" she said, feverishly deciphering his annotations in red on her leaf.
"Excuse me, Jadelle, but I've read your work carefully, and that's good work. I'd be glad if only some other students of this class had passed the C-."
"NO! I AM NOT THE OTHER STUDENTS! I need an A, Give me the A that I deserve, I DESERVE IT!"

Jadelle, usually so beautiful with that pale face draped with hair in the darkness of the devil, is literally hysterical. Erwin tries another strategy by taking the part to explain his position.

"Jade, your work is interesting and well written, but I think that the theory that you develop there is controversial. For you, coitus is a way for woman, physically inferior to man and long considered a citizen from second zone through history, to enslave the male through pleasure. You add that woman is the only mistress of procreation, which will give her systematically the last word. Somewhere you are confined to the maxim «Mom or whore», and you have an almost Marxist vision of sexuality, summarized as a means of domination of man by woman."
"That's right! My theory is necessarily good! I've demonstrated it! I need of that A, I have to have an A!" Jadelle expresses herself with trembling, almost angry sobs.

Stunned by the aplomb of the young lady, Erwin decided not to poison the situation by entering the debate. He seems to be facing at a real psychopath, certain of her perfection and resolved to succeed. On top of that, the class begins to stir around this crisis scene, and it prefers to defuse the beginning that is heard.

"We'll talk about it again if you do not mind" Erwin contentedly responded soberly "STOP! Since this control was not brilliant we're going ..."
"GIVE ME A A IMMEDIATELY!"

Jadelle got up from her chair and looked him straight in the eye. These magnificent green-blue eyes, imbued with uncontrollable rage.

"SIT BACK NOW JADELY OR I SET YOU A F, AND WE WILL TALK IN DETENTION!" he loses his composure.

Too frightened to see a mere hour of punishment tainting her irreproachable record, Jadelle slowly finds her place in her chair. Victoria starts to whisper in her ear, no doubt to calm her. Erwin stays a moment to gaze her, taking the look to impress her. She does not lower her eyes while her neighbor speaks to her discreetly.

Without proceeding with this incident, he tries to resume his class. The advantage is that this sparkle has totally stunned the entire class, and he admits that the rest of the session takes place in a quiet environment that many teachers would like to know.

It would have been perfect if Jadelle & Victoria did not look at him both with an aggressive and vindictive air all along.


Less than an hour later,

The bell rings to signify the end of the hour, while the pupils slip by stuffing their belongings in their bags. Erwin approaches Jadelle to try to make this story clear, and he begins to explain at her.

"Listen, you are a brilliant young lady, but it must also admit its mistakes. I'm not going to give you points you do not deserve just because you're making a crisis in the middle of the class! And then, finally, a B ... this is a very good grade, your friend Victoria also had a B and she is probably very satisfied, right Vi ..."

It is hardly lost, scarcely have they both filled their saddlebags as they leaves like the wind by turning a deaf ear. Only Victoria throws him a final displeased look, as if he had betrayed them by becoming the only teacher to have put less than an A to the incredible Jadelle West.

In truth, the day being over, he is not offended any more, taking this attitude for a caprice lives forgotten adolescent. He goes to his office to pick up his satchel and his few things while waiting for the class to empty.

Erwin takes a look at the messages on his pearphone, he puts the chairs back in order that some have not folded under their table. Then, after turning off the neon lights, he goes out into the deserted corridor and turns to close behind him. While looking for the keys of the room at the bottom of his pocket, he felt a violent shock behind the skull.

In a fraction of a second, the ground seems to shrink under him. An excruciating pain seems to paralyze all his muscles, his vision is blurred, his brain seems to implode ...

Then nothingness.

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A/N: So, I hope you liked it!