Science Affair (A Teacher/student Story)

The End of Summer

               "I don't want to go back to school. It feels like we had three days of summer," I tell Jessica. She nods her head and sparks the lighter to the bowl. We are on the roof of an abandoned train station smoking a bowl as our last adventure of the summer. Tomorrow, we begin our first day of senior year.
              Jessica exhales and coughs, "But we don't have to go back at all once we graduate." She passes me the pipe while I look up at the stars. I inhale the sweet smoke and hold it in my lungs until I can't hold it anymore. Exhaling, the stream of smoke flies free into the night sky. She's right. We just have to push through this last year and then we have our lives.
             "We should probably go home," I suggest to her, "maybe attempt to sleep?" She nods with the pipe in her mouth, then bangs the bowl against her palm to clear it. We start our way out of the train station, but I stop just before we reach the fence and turn around.
             The train station is all run down. The windows have no glass, tiny liquor bottles litter the ground, and there isn't a spot on the building where graffiti isn't present. This is my last summer as a high school student.         
             "Let's go!," Jessica yells from the car. I pause to let the moment linger just a little bit longer, and then get in the passenger seat. Jessica rolls down the windows, opens the sunroof, and turns the radio up. Music with obscene language blares through the speakers as we drive away. Then it hits us: munchies. We had been smoking up on the roof a good three hours rambling on about school.
             We talk back and forth, mostly restaurant names. I suggest McDonald's, she says Taco Bell. I then say Panda Express and we both scream yes. We drive down Ember Street and go inside Panda Express. Its nine at night on a Wednesday. The man behind the counter greets us and asks what we would like. Jessica and I turn to each other and smile. Her deep brown eyes sit in a pool of red and look as though she had put clear lip gloss over them. We order two sides of rice, broccoli beef, General Tso's chicken,six crab ragoons, and two large Cokes.
             "This is better than sex," I tell Jessica with my mouth full. She laughs and a few grains of rice escape her mouth landing on the table.
             "Better than what?," a deep voice asks from behind us. We giggle and I turn around to give a smartass comeback, but stop myself short before the words can come out of my mouth. Behind us stood Mr. Yeager, one of the teachers in the science department at our school. I feel the heat rise in my cheeks. "Are you girls sick? Your eyes are both very red."
             I brush off the comment, "Good evening, Mr. Yeager. How are you on this fine night?" His rust c colored hair is messy and he's got light stubble on his jawline. Either this weed is really good or Mr. Yeager is what's making me feel hot. Mr. Yeager's gray sweat pants fit a little tighter across his front and backside. There's a reason why lots of girls in school say he has the best ass.
             "I'm fine, just getting a little late dinner," he says holding up a to-go bag with multiple boxes in it. "You should be at home sleeping and preparing for the quiz I'm giving in the morning."
             Jessica gasps, "You wouldn't!"
             "Oh,but I will." I crumple up a napkin and throw it at his head. Both Jessica and Mr. Yeager laugh.
             "Go home, old man," I giggle. I playfully pat him on the chest. His chest was a lot stronger and more defined than it looked. He waved and walked out the door. "He's such an ass," I mutter.
             "A hot piece of ass at that," Jessica replies. We have a laugh and polish off the rest of our food. We refill our cups and head out to the car. The music blasts through the speakers as we drive and we sing at the top of our lungs:
Raindrops, droptops
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot
Cookin' up dope in the crock pot
We came from nothin' to something nigga
            We finished the song and listened to five more songs before we pulled in to my driveway. I wave bye to Jessica as I pull my house keys out of my pocket. My mom's bedroom light is still on and the kitchen light too. Please don't yell, please don't yell, please don't yell, i mentally think to myself. My mom and siblings are all sitting at the table eating pizza and having soda. Whew. It's only 9:45, but wow that's a late dinner.
             "Did you eat already?," my mom asks me. I nod my head because I'm busy playing with my brother's hands. He's one and absolutely adores me. "Take a shower and be ready for tomorrow."
             "Alright," I say to her and pat Braxton on the head. I walk into my room and lean in to look in my rat's cage. Mary Jane pops out of her little blue house and comes to the edge where my hand is. I open the little door and take her out of the cage. She's always so squirmy, but she's super friendly.
             Shower, retainers, lotion, and sleeping pill, I think to myself. I start taking my clothes off in the bathroom and turn the shower on. I step in and let the hot water run down my back. I think about all the clothes in my closet and try to mentally pick my outfit out for tomorrow. I massage shampoo into my hair. It smells like coconut, my favorite scent. I wash my body, shave my legs, and rinse off. After I've dried my body I slip on an oversized tee and underwear to settle in to my bed. I pull my covers up to my chin and close my eyes.
             "Madison, stay after class," Mr. Yeager says. I stand in front of him and he places a hand on my shoulder. "You're such a beautiful young woman." I blush and pulls me in. I feel his lips press against mine and-

(A/N: How is it so far? Let me know what you think! Who should play the role of Mr. Yeager? He's redheaded, in good shape, and late 30s.)