You would think that children, specifically teenagers, enjoy talking about sex. Generally they like bragging about it to friends and whatever gender they're into, but when it comes to talking about it to teachers, it's a different story.
"In order for you to have sex and not get pregnant, you wear condoms." Mr Leo says. "It's all about protection."
I sigh as the tall yet chubby man hands out small silver packets around the classroom. I sit in the front of the class so I'm the first to get one. Then it goes to the people in the back, such as the wild children who constantly need these.
"No thanks, this doesn't fit my size." A deep Australian voice says from the back of the room.
"Luke, I'm not dealing with your shit today." Mr Leo responds, going back to the front of the room. "I honestly hate this job. You children make my head throb."
"A girl makes my d-" The same voice says again. Mr Leo interrupts him with a stern glare. Luke shrugs before whispering something to one of his many best friends, Michael Clifford. Michael laughs before silencing himself.
"Don't have sex. You will get pregnant, and die. Don't have sex in the missionary position, don't have sex standing up, just... don't have sex at all." Mr Leo says.
"Isn't that from Mean Girls?" I ask.
"That's a detention for you, Ms. Robins." Mr Leo responds, collecting a pink slip from behind the desk.
"What? How do I get detention for that when Luke ha-"
"Don't bring me into this, tiny." Luke interrupts.
"You know what, I'm feeling quite generous today." Mr Leo says, smiling. I silently thank god. "Double detention. Luke and Stacy."
"Sir, I didn't do anything!" Luke whines. I turn around in my chair, looking at the blonde giraffe.
"Suck it up Hemmings." I state bluntly.
"You could suck me up, possibly during detention?" He smirks. I gag as Mr Leo groans loudly.
"Could you two just shut up? Maybe you'd get along better - in a non-sexual way - if you two spent detention together for two hours tomorrow, yeah?"
"But tomorrow's Friday, sir." Mr Leo lifts a brow at me. "We have writing club."
"Awe, poor Stacy. Too bad I'm a heartless teacher who's wife is in love with Johnny Depp and Channing Tatum and tend to take my anger out on children." Right before I could complain once more, the bell rings, signaling the end of this god forsaken class.
As I gather my books and papers for the next class from my locker, someone bumps into me which causes my books to fall onto the floor.
"That was for detention, tiny." Luke says, continuing to walk down the hall.