Home Ec
"What's up Tara?" Ron asked, only half turning his head toward her.
"You can't turn in your trig homework." She answered, leaning her head close to, but not over, his shoulder.
"What?" He nearly shouted, drawing the attention of Ms. Purcell. He fully turned in his seat and asked in a whisper. "Why not?"
She whispered back, "Bonnie told Mr. B that Kim did it for you, did she?"
"Well, yeah." He paused, "She gave it to me just after you left."
'You wish she'd give it to you.'
'Shut up.'
"Break it up you two." Ms. Purcell called from the front of the room.
"Sorry, Ms. Purcell." Ron and Tara said in unison, both of them blushing slightly.
"Good. Now today we'll be working on, Chocolate Dream Crepes." An excited murmur spread through the room; the crepes were a class favorite. "You'll be working with a partner on this, which I'll be assigning you. Gail, Susan pair up. Julie, Amy you're together. Gloria, you're with Wendy. Samantha, why don't you and Andrea pair up. So, I guess that leaves…Ron and Tara." Ms. Purcell pointed a finger at the pair, "I expect you two to work, not talk. Ok. Now, let's get cooking."
Ms. Purcell had her hands full helping the class; the Chocolate Dream Crepes weren't an easy confection to make. Well, actually she didn't have to help everyone in the class…Ron didn't need, or really want, any help from her. He and Tara were well ahead of the other groups by the time Ms. Purcell checked in on them. "You're doing excellent as always Ron."
"Thanks, Ms. Purcell." Ron may not have liked her much, but he was still respectful of her.
Photographic
"Okay, hold it." Bonnie clicked the shutter-control on her camera, "Good! One more shot and we're done."
"It's about time." Josh said as he posed naked, but half covered, on a bed. "You know I wouldn't do this for just anyone Bonnie."
"Yeah, yeah. Just arch your back a little more." Josh adjusted his pose. "I said your back Josh! These are for class, not me."
Josh stood up and began walking over to her, the sheet that had previously covered his manhood trailing along behind him on the floor. "You love it, you know you do." Bonnie's thumb reflexively pressed down on the shutter-control, capturing a short series of 'standing nude' photos on film.
"Oh…Josh." Bonnie felt herself being drawn, as if by some unseen force, toward him.
"Here's your robe!" Josh stumbled back a step as the heavy terrycloth robe landed with a slight thump on his head, drooping down over his chest.
"Possible!" Bonnie turned, scowling at Kim. "This room is taken."
"Yeah, by me." Kim tapped her chest with a finger, before jerking her thumb toward the door. "You and the 'Angry Inch' can go get it on somewhere else."
Josh pulled on the robe and took Bonnie by the shoulder, guiding her out of the room. "Kim's right Bonnie, let's go."
Kim smirked silently as she began to set up her subject, Rufus with Cuddle Buddies. "Do a good job Rufus and I'll make sure Ron gets you a Naco after school."
Rufus gave her a big thumbs up, "Naco!"
Sir, No Sir!
Ron hurried through the halls between classes. He had to get to Trigonometry fast, before it was too late.
"Hey KP, I brought you a crepe." He placed the (only partially melted) chocolate covered, ice cream filled, desert on her desk.
"And I brought you a Rufus." She teased as she handed him back.
"Buddy!" Ron and Rufus exchanged a happy greeting before Rufus scampered down to his favorite pocket.
Kim picked up the fork and took a bite, "Mmm…this is sooo good." She missed having the chance to sample Ron's creations on a daily basis; but, he took serious her threat about him trying to fatten her up. He only brought her samples when they were something special…and this certainly qualified.
"Eyes front!"
Kim and Ron, along with most of the other students in class, snapped back in their seats. Mr. Barkin was at the head of the class. "What's he doing here?" Kim asked quietly.
Ron leaned over to her and whispered, "Play it cool."
Mr. Barkin strode toward Ron's desk, "It would seem that we have a couple of cheaters," his eyes darting back and forth between Kim and Ron, "In class today." He paused briefly at Kim's to confiscate the crepe. "Stoppable! Homework. On your desk. Now!"
Ron opened his Trig notebook and pulled a single sheet of paper out laying it flat on his desk. "There you go Mr. B."
"What are you trying to pull?" Mr. Barkin asked, seeing that Ron had only done the first of the twenty-one assigned problems. "Where's the rest of it?"
"That's all I got done." Ron answered flatly.
Mr. Barkin looked over to Bonnie, and then back to Ron. "Empty your pockets."
"My pockets?" Ron asked.
"Pronto mister!" Barkin snapped.
Ron stood up and began the arduous task of emptying his pockets onto his desk. Starting with his back pocket, a Wallet. The left front, some loose change and gum. The left cargo, some Diablo sauce and a half eaten burrito. 'How'd that get in there?' The right cargo, Rufus. He stuck a hand in the torn right front pocket, knowing that it couldn't hold anything - it didn't have a bottom- before drawing it out empty. "Is that everything Stoppable?"
"Yep." Ron answered, giving Rufus a dirty look for snacking on his burrito.
"He's lying Mr. B." Bonnie said from her seat. "I saw him put it in there earlier…check them for yourself."
"I'm not putting my hands on him, state law." Mr. Barkin stepped back with his hands raised to just under shoulder height.
"I'll do it myself then." Bonnie stood up, pushed her way past Mr. Barkin and began to check Ron's pockets.
Seeing Bonnie putting her hands all over Ron, the loser, drew giggles from the class. Ron's comment to her as she checked his right front pocket incited loud, raucous laughter. "That's not homework you're holding on to now, Bonnie."
'What a day to go free-balling.' The little voice gleefully noted.
'You said it.' Ron silently agreed.
Bonnie withdrew her hand hastily, with a disgusted look on her face…disgusted but surprised. Ron was no 'Angry Inch.'
"It seems that I was given some false information Stoppable." Mr. Barkin paused and turned to Bonnie. "Rockwaller, you've got detention for a week." She didn't seem to hear him though. "Possible. It would appear that you got lucky this time." He leaned down to her, his face mere inches from hers. "…I take a very dim view of cheaters."
Kim shrank back into her seat, confirming the accusation more than denying it, stammering out her response. "Y-Yes sir. Mr. Barkin. Sir."
"Stoppable, I suggest you familiarize yourself with the school's official tutoring program. Unless we can have a volunteer from the class." Mr. Barkin gave a causal glance about the room. Only one student raised her hand. He let out a slight huff, "Get real Rockwaller…"
