"Home Ec.?" Chad laughed, snickering into his hand. "It was the only thing left with an opening," explained Troy. "Yeah, okay then." "Come on it might be cool I hear there's nothing but girls in that class." "True, but they're all either fat or have a disgusting face." Troy shrugged, "Pass it." The two guys were practicing hoops in the Bolton's driveway, since there was an upcoming game that Saturday.
"It's the only way they'll let me graduate this year, I already have my dad riding my ass about it." Just pick someone in the class that will do all the work, and is alright at it, and pair up with them for the rest of the year." "What if the girl doesn't want to be my partner?" The two guys couldn't control it, they cracked up, shoving each other playfully.
Mr. Bolton then pulled into the driveway. "Guys, it's almost midnight time to get in the sack." "Barely out of his car, and he starts," whispered Troy to his friend. "Troy, five minutes." "I'll see you tomorrow man." " Kay see ya." Troy watched Chad walk out of the driveway. and sighed.
Morning came too soon, and Troy was throwing on clothes that he was pretty sure didn't match. He caught his dad right before he was out the door. "Troy, I know this isn't what you want son, but you still need to try as hard as you can so you can keep –" "My basketball scholarship, I know dad." Mr. Bolton nodded as he went out the door. Troy had Home Ec. Third period, and he was still too tired to pay attention. So he just sat in the back of the room, tilting his chair back. Soon the class was piling in, and Troy rolled his eyes.
Chad had been right all the girls in the class were either fat or ugly. Except one girl. She was the new girl, he knew that from his friends that teased her constantly. They said she was a frigid ice bitch. But seeing her this close, she didn't look it. He put his chair back on the ground, and gulped. She sat at the opposite end of the table of him, two of her friends joining her.
Mrs. Bailey soon came into the room, and spotted Troy immediately. "Well, ladies I think we have a young man in our midst." The whole class turned around to look at him, before going on with the lesson. All they had to do was make a few pancakes. Troy dropped most of his batter. The concoction stuck to the pan, and he charred the remaining batch. Mrs. Bailey looked at him with pity.
"Mr. Bolton, I don't want you to fail this year, that's why I took you in at the very last minute. But if you keep this up there's no way you can graduate." She patted him on the shoulder, with sympathy. "I really did try." "I know you did, that's why I'm not going to mark this assignment. You're supposed to be given partners, but one girl was out sick today. So I'll give her to Miss Walkins, and you can be paired with Miss Montez."
At the sound of her name she looked up, "Yes, Mrs. Bailey?" "I was just telling Mr. Bolton that you would be his partner and tutor him in the culinary arts." Gabriella took a step back, a look of distain on her face. "NO!!!" Echoed through the hallways.