On Friday morning, Piper got Trigonometry. She loved math and everything that came with it but today in particular, she for some reason didn't seem to interested in shapes or complicated variables where she had to find the maximum point in the first cycle for the equation: y - 3= 4sin (px/2) using quadrants and slopes.
She had finished her quiz early and stared out the window where she watched birds fly freely above the sky, as she wondered about what it would feel like to just fly through time herself. For the other half of the forty five minutes period, she listened to Ms. Joyce rant about how SAT scores are important to get in a good college considering most of them were seniors with the exception of a few overachiever juniors.
Come to give it a thought, Piper realized that she hasn't really been applying to any colleges and it was already the second trimester of senior year and before she knew it, she will be graduating. Truth is she doesn't know what she's going to do after high school. But she figured things will sort itself out when the time came. After all, she does have a perfect academic record.
When the bell rang, it was finally like breathing again for Piper. She needed the next three periods to fly by because AP World History was the only thing on her mind for some odd reasons. There was something about a certain dark, raven hair woman that intrigued her and an hour with her sounds like it's going to be the highlight of her day.
With three minutes to spare, Piper raced down the hallways of the second floor up to the fourth floor where her locker was located. As she was putting her combination to open her locker, she felt arms being wrapped around her waist and lips being pressed in the back of her neck.
Piper chuckled.
"What are you doing tonight, beautiful?" Her boyfriend whispered in her ears. His hands moving up inappropriately close to her breasts.
Piper giggled as she continued to maintain her task of grabbing her oceanography/zoology binder. "I got to make a SPECIAL delivery tonight but then I'm completely free." She replied.
"Well then that's perfect." Larry bit her neck non-too-gently causing Piper to wince. "Eight o'clock. My lair. I've got great plans for us."
"Great." Piper faked an exciting tone and turned to kiss Larry's lips before dismissing him to head to next period.
Piper hated Larry's house… especially when his parents were around. For some reasons, Larry's dad— the big time attorney doesn't seem to think anybody's good enough for his son and if word got out that she's a drug dealer, she's sure that would more than convince him that she's indeed not the perfect match for his Jewish son. His mother on the other hand, well she can be annoying but comparing to Big Larry, she's tolerable and Piper likes the peanut butter/chocolate cookies she makes. Piper knows that Larry is wrong for her— well it's the other way around really. They share nothing in common. Larry's family is Jewish and hers are dead and she's a WASP. She loves to get batshit drunk on tequila whenever Piper Mode kicks in or to honor the dead memory where as though Larry's family honor the dead by sitting Shiva for seven days being miserable in a house while there's a whole world out there to see and celebrate. She enjoys poetry and raw novels but Larry likes Gothic fiction. She believes in past life and reincarnation, Larry believes in ghosts. She's a democrat, Larry and his family are republicans. Point is, she's wrong for Larry on so many different levels. She's damaged good and a fucking pimp/drug dealer and Larry knows it but he still likes her and the sex is okay between them. After making him chase after her for two years, she figured she'd give it a real shot. He's nice and everything but truthfully… he's so not Piper Elizabeth Chapman's type.
She likes older people with experience both out in the real world and in the bedroom. She's often intrigued by a little bit of mystery mixed with fire, and trouble. Kinda like her new obsession that's Alex Vause. She doesn't even know Alex that well, but something about those green eyes of hers and her ridiculously sexy fucking smirk and signature eyebrow raise gives Piper the chills. Piper can tell that her teacher has done some crazy shit during her twenty-six years of life. And you know what they say about people with thin eyebrows; they're fucking batshit insane.
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It was just after first lunch and Piper was heading up for an hour of History with a smile on her face. History has always been her favorite subject but now, it's become even more interesting because the person teaching it, well let's just say Piper loved to poke around her and watch her squirm.
As she was heading up, she bumped into Poussey on the stairs. Poussey is one of her best and favorite minions— she hates the term employees but minions sounded fancier to Piper. Anyways, she likes Poussey because there's something about the young teenager that people liked. She was chilled, funny, easily got along with everyone and she knew her way around town and many college campuses so therefore, Piper liked her. She brought in the income and kept business in shape for Piper.
"Hey Taylor Swift." Poussey teased. "What's up girl?"
Piper shook her head. Why do people think she looks like Taylor Swift?
"Not Taylor Swift," Piper said with authority. "Boss. I'm your boss."
"Sure." Poussey chuckled. "We're hanging out by the river court tonight. Just having a few beers, cracking jokes and fucking around. You should stop by."
Piper thought that sounded fun but apparently Larry had great plans for them tonight so she knew she wasn't going to drink beer and dance by the river court with her minions.
"I have some stuff tonight," Piper said. "But save me a beer just in case."
Poussey nodded. "Okay. Imma holla at you later though."
"Do that."
…
The bell rung and Piper was late.
She barely made it on time to AP World History. When she cut around the corner of the third floor on building C— Piper found that Alex was waiting in the hallway.
"You're late again." She said.
Piper smiled. "And yet you're still waiting." She replied. "Door's not closed yet but should you choose to keep me after school for being three seconds late— well you're the teacher."
Piper walked through the door but stopped next to Alex and looked at her from head to toe. She looked sharp as usual but today, Piper made a new discovery. She spotted Alex's tattoos and smiled as she inhaled the aroma of the brunette's hair. Alex smelled like strawberry and fresh air. Clean.
The woman was sexy and attractive as fuck and she had tattoos to add up to the mix. Cool tattoos.
Piper liked that. She's a tattoo person. She had a few meaningful ones herself.
"Those are some cool tattoos you have." She whispered in Alex's ears, her hot breath hitting the neck of the raven haired vixen. "And by the way, you smell nice too."
Alex stood outside for a few more seconds after Piper walked in the class. She needed to collect herself to do her job no matter how much she hated it these days. She's normally the one that flirts and make girls feel uncomfortable. But in this particular situation, she can simply keep put and deal with the innocent yet torturous flirting because should she choose to flirt back and play Piper's game, she can get into a lot of trouble.
And she's familiar with that enough to know how it can affect her.
She ran her fingers through her hair and took a deep breath. She looked at her watch on her wrist and fixed her blouse.
Time to go teach…
She walked in the classroom and walked straight to the white board. Picking up the black maker, she wrote the words "RENAISSANCE" and "HUMANISM" on the board.
She then turned to face her classroom full of students and fixed her glasses. "Take out a piece of paper." She instructed. "And in your own words, tell me what you think those words mean."
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Well this is it. Thanks for reviewing for the first chapter. I'm hoping this chapter was at least okay? So leave your reviews and let me know what you thought. I know things are moving kind of slow but I want Piper to kind of enjoy feeling in control before Alex takes over and be the badass, sarcastic asshole she can be.