Over the weekend I did absolutely nothing but sleep. I couldn't help it. I felt utterly exhausted; I could barely lift my head off of my pillow. I didn't even posse the energy to ask my brother how coffee with Mr. Kurosaki went. By the time Monday rolled around I was feeling God awful. But I couldn't let on to big brother that I was feeling off. I managed to get up and out of the house before he noticed that something is wrong with me.

However, as I shut the door behind me and the cold wind nips viciously at my face, the small bits of ice and snow biting harshly into my skin, I seriously reconsider going back inside and crawling to the sanctuary of my warm and comfortable bed.

I am sick. I am as sick as a chicken on a cold Easter day in the middle of Texas.

But I need to go to school. I've already missed like ten days. I don't know how many absences will start to affect my grades, but I'm fairly certain that 10 is nowhere near a good start.

Sighing, I push myself off the door and head down the stairs. I spot a figure leaning against the steps in an aloof manner. Automatically, I cannot tear my eyes away. It's a girl of beauty, poise and grace unlike that of anyone whom I've ever seen before. She's dressed in a long military style coat, shiny black leather pants peeks out as she stands on impossibly high needle point stillettos. A silver scarf is tied loosely around her neck as a black beret tops her ebony colored hair.

Slowly I make it down the stairs, unable to look away from the beauty before me. She's captivating and she is very much aware of this fact. She smiles a grin which is not unlike that of a cat. It seems that she knows of a secret that I do not. She pushes from the stairs and makes her way towards me with grace that can only belong to nobility, however there's a seductiveness to it that assures me that she is not royalty.

I'm frozen in places as she moves closer and closer. She glides past me like as ghost through moonlight and her ruby red lips utter two words so softly, I can barely catch them.

"You're beautiful."

My eyes widens as my heart accelerates. I turn to look at her, but she's already past. Continuing her journey up the stairs. Once she's out of my sight, I release a breath that I wasn't aware I'd been holding. My body feels as if it's been through a storm. I grasp the railings tightly, trying to steady myself. I look back to where she was.

Who in the world is she?

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I make it to school in a daze, partly from sickness and from my encounter with that mysteriously beautiful woman.

'You're beautiful.' Is what she said to me. However, when she said it, it didn't sound like a compliment. It didn't even sound like an insult. It was more like she was challenging me. But why? Why would she challenge me? I felt like a dirty mouse standing next to the goddess of beauty. I couldn't compare, even if I wanted to. I was mesmerized by her. She was alluring and enchanting.

"Orihime!" I am snapped from my reverie by Tatsuki.

"Yes, Tatsuki?"

"Are you ready for today? I'm just wishing for it to already be over it already, and class hasn't even started yet." My stomach plummets to the ground as a cold fear washes over me. Is there a test today? Did I forget about a test that we have? Oh God, I am not prepared for a test. I feel terrible and I hadn't had any time to study, I'm going to fail so bad.

"Orihime, are you alright? You look pale? And sick? It's just sex ed, it's not like we're going to watch porn in class…I hope."

What?

"What?"

"Did you forget? Today in homeroom we have to listen to a lecture in sex education. There was an assembly about this Friday? What is going in in that head of yours?"

"Oh!" Relief sweeps through me, washing over my frayed nerves as I calm down and feel immeasurably better about the situation. Its only a lecture about sex. That's okay. I've already had a private tutor. In that matter. Obviously, I can't tell Tatsuki about that. In all honesty, I can't tell anyone about that.

"Well, lets get to class. We don't want to be late." I nodded in agreement, holding on tighter to my bag, hoping that the world will stop swaying around me. I probably should've just stayed at home.

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"So tell me what you know about sex?" Mr. Kurosaki asks, tossing a small red ball in the air and catching absentmindedly, while looking about the class. I decided that it would be best if I didn't say anything at all in this class. With the history between Mr. Kurosaki and I would be way too much for me to say anything and there not be some sort of tension in which I'm afraid everyone will notice. So my lips are sealed.

"Well I know it's the best thing to have ever happed since the creation of humankind." Responds Ikumi, a notorious playboy of our class. His comment earned him a coupled of chuckles from class. Mr. Kurosaki cracks a smile.

"Well, okay, that's one viewpoint. Anyone else?"

"I heard that it's better for boys than it is for girls." Kyoko states, raising her hand and speaking loudly. There are a few murmured agreements, although, personally, I have to disagree. From my experience alone.

"Well, you heard wrong." Ikumi tells her.

"Or someone wasn't doing it right." Another quips causing laughter to erupt in the class.

"How can we do it wrong? The only thing the girl has to do is just lie there; it's us men who's doing all the work."

"We're talking about thoughts on sex, not your technique, alright?" Mr. Kurosaki chuckled.

"Speaking of technique, it's not just guys ramming their di-"

"Language Myumi, be mindful that we are in school and class is in session." Mr. Krurosaki warned her.

"Sorry, it's not just guys ramming their penis," she looked to him for confirmation before continuing, "into us. Sometimes, we have to get up there and ride it."

"Whoa, okay, danger zone, children, let's get back to PG 13." Mr. Kurosaki stands.

"Please, like a girl would even be bothered to put in some effort. We do the best we can and you're still not satisfied. Then you want to complain about us and use little gadgets and gizmos to get off."

"Alright, let's talk safety and protection-"

"Oh MFG, I told you that I was tired and that I didn't feel up to it that night! It's your fault that I didn't want to participate. And yes, you got me all worked up, so I wanted to get off as well!"Myumi shouted at Ikumi

"You're just frigid. I should've known that. Everyone said that you were."

"You two, out of my class." He orders them. They leave bickering with each other about who's the worse sex partner.

"Mr. Kurosaki, I don't think it was a good idea to send them out. What if they go to the locker room and have sex. You know, I saw two people doing it in the boys locker room the night of the Halloween party. It seemed like she was enjoying it. I mean, from the sounds she was making alone."

My heart raced as I looked at Mr. Kurosaki who looked straight ahead. We should've been more careful.

"It seems like there's a lot of students that are sexually active in this school. No wonder we have to have to have this lecture. I'm surprised that more girls aren't pregnant." Tatsuki mumbles.

"Hey, that's not fair, Arisawa. Not all of us are sexually active and those that are, not all of them are stupid about it. They are careful, and they use protection."

"Still, you shouldn't be having sex-"

We direct our attention to the door as Hyoue blows in, out of uniform his eyes scanning the room and landing on me.

"What's this about sex?" He asks, strolling over to me. I bite my lip as I fight the urge bury my face in my arms and succumb to sleep. It's getting harder and harder to breathe rightly. I feel so utterly exhausted and my body aches all over. I just want to sleep.

"Nice of you to finally join us. Please, take a seat without harassing my student for once in you life." Mr. Kurosaki growls hostilely to Hyoue.

"If Orihime is bothered by me, then she has an cute little mouth with which she can use to form words and tell me to piss off herself."

"Orihime does have a cute mouth." One of the boys states.

"She has a cute everything. Excepts boobs. She has magnificent boobs."

"Oh, and her butt? It's so perfectly round and ample. You can bounce a quarter off-"

"You two, out of my class. I will see you after class."

"And I will see you after him." Hyoue threatened them darkly.

Oh God, I'm definitely not feeling well. I want to go home. I want my big brother. I can feel tears falling from my face. My body hurts so much. I don't feel well.

"Orihime are you okay?" Tatsuki asks me, her voice drowning in concern.

"You assholes, you made her cry!"

"Now you're really gonna get it." Hyoue growls.

"Ingumi, sit your ass down. Inoue," I can feel him touching me. He lifts my head back slipping his finger underneath my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "You're hot to the touch. You have a fever. Were you feeling unwell this morning?" He asks me sternly. I nod my head slowly, the movement only causing me more pain. He nods slightly.

He helps me up out of my desk, slipping his arms beneath my legs and lifting me up. It's such a relief not to have to rely on myself to stay up. I pull closer to his chest as more tears falls. Never in my life have I wanted my big brother so bad.

"Arisawa, please watch over the class while I take Miss Inoue to the nurse."

"Let me take her-"

"Inugami, now is not the time." His voice was low and it was final. I can feel the vibrations through his chest.

I feel him carry me off as I drift in and out of consciousness, silently crying for my brother.