"Welcome to Sex Ed," Mr. Mustang announced to his group of teenage students. Giggles were heard, pokes felt, and glances exchanged as he spoke.
"Sex isn't just what you all see it as," Mustang continued, "it is the making of children, exchange of love and intimacy, but finally, pleasure." A grin spread across the pervy teacher's face, making the kids groan.
Winry Rockbell looked over at her arch nemesis, Edward Elric, who was, of course, like all d-bag teenage football players, dicking around. Just get me out of here, she thought, searching the room for any friendly faces. She found two of them, and right as she did, the intercom crackled on, announcing in a tired and wheezy voice the names of her friends and half of the rest of the class.
Once the students' names were read, they solemnly got up, waved good-bye to any friends they were leaving, and walked out the door.
All who were left were the preppy, rich girls, Winry, her arch nemesis, and some other popular, slick looking guys, who Winry also didn't like.
There goes my fun semester, Winry thought sadly.
"Okay," stated Mustang, slicking back his black hair. "Now that most of my students have been moved to Gym, I can get to know each of you even more…intimately."
The preppy girls squeaked in excitement.
"Pair up with someone who will be your partner for all of this semester, and get to know them. Find 5 facts about them, which you will present to the class, and be civil, please."
Winry looked around the room, fearing the worst. The preps had already paired up, and the same went for the other guys, so all that was left was Edward. He seemed to realize this at the same time she did and shot Winry an evil smirk.
"Hey there Monkeywench," he said, smiling once again. Considering the fact that Winry was the first and only girl to enroll in Auto Shop classes, she had been given this nickname. And by whom? Edward Elric, of course.
Winry's answer was less than polite. "Shove off, dick." Edward put his hands up in defense.
"Mustang said we need to be civil, and I am, but you aren't. So, other than you being in Shop, what else can I find out about you?" he said, leaning closer to Winry with every word he spoke. She glared daggers at him, crossed her arms over her chest, and refused to speak.
"Time's up. Now, who'll go first…you," Mustang said, looking and pointing at Winry and Edward.
They both stood up and walked to the front of the classroom. Winry started.
"This is Edward Elric, Captain of the football team, hockey team, and soccer team. He will probably be Homecoming King and go to college and party his ass off. That good enough?" Mustang nodded in response and gestured to Edward to take his turn.
He cleared his throat and began. "This is Monkeywench, I mean, Winry Rockbell, who is enrolled in Auto Shop, has a dog with an amputated leg, of which she reconstructed with metal. Also, she lives with her grandmother, her parents passed away years ago, and she is a lesbian."
"What?!" Winry shrieked, whirling on Edward, shock written across her face.
"Aren't you?" he asked. He seriously thought I liked chicks?! She thought.
"No, you dick!" she shouted. The class was completely quiet, and entertained, as they watched the scene unfold in front of them.
"But…you are in Shop and dress like one," he stated, gesturing to her clothes. She wore grease-stained, ripped jeans and a cut off that showed most of her stomach.
"I wear this because I have no money, asshole!" she shrieked. If he knew all that other stuff about me, which he shouldn't know, why didn't he know the last part?! She mentally yelled.
A smile lit up Edward's face. "Good. I was right then," he said, all the while inching closer to Winry. "I've waited so long for this moment."
"What the hell are you…?" Winry started, but was stopped when Edward cupped her face and brought his lips to hers.
All the hate she thought she had felt for years melted away into what she had really been feeling; passion, love, and longing.
When her heart had felt like it was on fire, it wasn't out of hate, but jealousy. Her head hurt not because he frustrated her, but because she felt dizzy and different around him.
She dissolved into the kiss, enveloping herself in his embrace, and sweet scent.
Mustang cleared his throat and said, "Excuse me, Miss Ho. Please stop selling your wares where no one wants them."
Winry was surprised when Edward broke the kiss off and glared at their teacher.
"Shut. The Hell. Up," he growled. Edward screwed his arm back and punched Mustang, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"Don't talk bad 'bout my girlfriend," he said fiercely as he grabbed Winry's hand and dragged her out of the room, closing the door behind them on a bewildered Mustang and cheering class.
Edward turned Winry around to face him and smiled.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"I go wherever you do," she replied as she went on tiptoes to kiss her used-to-be arch nemesis.
"So now you don't hate me?" he asked, breaking away for confirmation.
Winry smiled at him, all of her new-found love in her eyes, and said simply, "I never could have."
