The Fiction We Live
Session Six: "Crawl"
One Week Later:
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"For the next week we will be discussing, sex. As I'm sure you all read the class syllabus at the beginning of the semester, there's no need for me to repeat the assignment." Ms. Kisei said to the class. When nothing was said, she turned her back to them as she proceeded to write the word SEX across the white board. "Let's begin by gong around the class. Yoh, what is sex to you?" she asked a dread locked student.
"What is sex to me? A word," he replied before resting his head on the desk.
"Not good enough—let me rephrase, when you think of the word sex, what's the first thing that comes into mind, besides porn stars?" she rearticulated herself.
"Sex…Sex is best when done in the back seat of a car," his response was received by chuckling students.
"Thank-you for your…insight Yoh. Hiroki, what about you?" she directed her attention to the lethargic looking student.
" sex—sex is the cause of children. Because as we were all told by our parents, children aren't planned they just happen," he said with his usual droopy expression
"Thank-you Hiroki…for that original axiom. Let's ask an Immanuel Academy Student—Ms. Tachkawa, what about you?"
"Well…I believe that abstinence is the only way to go otherwise when you do get married and have sex, it won't be anything special." She answered optimistically. He response only made Yamato laugh which in turn caused her to glare at him.
"Thank-you for volunteering Yamato,"
"You've got to be kidding me…" he muttered as he thought of an intelligible response. 'I don't know…err, well I know someone—I won't mention who, but sex just seems to be her escape from reality. She's just too stupid to see that it's only a momentary thing. She's—"
"Excuse me Yamato, but I disagree," Mimi cut him off. "I may not know your friend personally but I'm almost certain that sex isn't her escape. Maybe you haven't taken the time to hear her problems out—"
"She doesn't have any problems. She is the problem. She thinks that if she throws enough money and shows enough skin, she'll get everything her way."
"Maybe that's what she thinks she has to please you."
"She doesn't have to do anything for me. All I want her to do is admit that she likes me!"
"You're impossible! Perhaps if you stopped to notice you'd see that there's someone in the way.!"
"What a guy who calls herself her boyfriend yet does nothing a boyfriend should do? Is that what's in her way?"
"OKAY! Thank-you…both of you, this isn't about your loves lives. Now class, did you see that? WE started out talking about sex, and it suddenly evolved into life. And in the end it was a soap opera gone horribly wrong for the protagonist. That was the sort of passion I want to read in your papers!" Mrs. Kisei said most enthusiastically.
"…Ok so if you want that kind of stuff in our reports…does it have to be about them? I mean not everyone has sex at school," Yoh asked causing Mimi to blush.
"No it doesn't have to be about Yamato or Mimi. And you Yoh, shouldn't repeat rumors; it can earn you detention."
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"So Mimi, what are you doing later on tonight?" Yamato asked in a hushed voice.
"Nothing why do you ask?" she replied as she made her way toward the parking lot
"I just wanted to talk to you that's all," he answered as he put his arm around her.
"Just talk? Or were you expecting me to show some skin and throw some money around?" she shrugged his arm off as she continued towards her car.
"Oh that's right, you're all about abstinence now. Secondary virginity for you all" he mocked as they approached her Porsche.
"You know if you wanted some you would've used some different words. What do you want Matt?" she questioned him with a defeated tone.
"Like I said, I want to talk to you" He said
"Fine get in," she told him while unlocking her car.
"Thanks," he said as he situated himself.
"What is it?" she inquired him.
"I'm sorry," he sighed. Confusion flashed across her face upon hearing his statement.
"What are you sorry for?" she asked
"For Friday…For yelling at you, and uh…kind of chocking you—I'm sorry" he apologized looking away from her.
"You're sorry?"
"I'm only gong to say it so many times so don't push it."
"…I wasn't expecting that…I'm the one who shoul—"
"You shouldn't do anything if you don't want to,"
"I'm sorry for shoving you"
"No you aren't you're just saying that because you feel bad for not saying anything"
"…You should've quit while you were ahead. But I'm willing to ignore it."
"So does that mean we're on again?"
"I guess you can say that"
"…So since I'm already in here…you wouldn't mind hitching me a ride home?"
"Sure," she said turning the key. "Do you know what tomorrow is?"
"…No—why?"
"Guess,"
"Uh, it's the day Jessica Alba finds her way into my bed?"
"Over my dead body,"
"Jealous much?"
"Of course not, it's just gross. I mean she's six years older than you." She said refusing to look at him.
"I'll take that as a yes," He said with a smirk.
"Too bad she doesn't even know you exist," She reminded him.
"Way burst my bubble…So what is tomorrow?" he asked .
"Tomorrow I turn 18 which means—"
"You'll be legal? I won't be having sex with a minor? You won't have to leech off of your parents?"
"Ha ha, very funny. And no—I don't stop getting money from my parents until I get married…but tomorrow my parents are sending me off to Musha Cay!"
"Mushy Clay? How err…uh exciting?"
"Do you know what Musha Cay is?"
"Not really, but it doesn't sound like it would taste good though."
"Musha Cay is only one of the most exclusive private islands in the world. My parents paid 50 grand for a two-day stay. Just me on a private island with 30 people running around doing anything I ask."
"So it's not mushy clay. So does that mean I'll see you on Monday?"
"I was thinking…I mean I convinced Michael that I would be spending the weekend with my grandparents in Spain…So naturally he wouldn't have any objections of you coming along with me."
"Private island or a sex talk from a sex-less middle aged woman?" He pondered as he put his arm around her. "I think I'm gonna go with the sex-less middle aged woman.
"You can't be serious."
"Just joking, I'd gladly go with you—but you just have to promise that you'll be able to keep your hands off of me."
"whatever."
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