Chemistry_(3)

“Marie Curie said that scientists believe in things, not people,” croaked Mrs. Carter (my chemistry teacher) from the front of the classroom.

It was a wonder that Mrs. Carter was still teaching. She was the oldest teacher I had ever had the misfortune to know. She was a small, frail woman, with skin that sagged and wrinkled like old leather. However, she made up for any shortcomings in stature with a bitter personality and vindictive punishments. She was well into her seventies and had been teaching at my high school since it had opened in 1974. One of my coaches, who had attended our high school when he was a teenager, said that Mrs. Carter had taught him Chemistry.

“Science is the key to the future and it is vital that you young people grasp every aspect of it. Too often youth today are absorbed in things like reality TV and social media. The problem is that you lack focus!” hissed Mrs. Carter, as she waived a ruler around maniacally.

Oh, I was focused all right, but not on Chemistry. How could I be when the hottest girl in school was a few feet away? Jennifer Thompson seemed too gorgeous to be in high school. Her long, golden-blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and halfway down her back. She had perfect skin, soft pink lips, and striking green eyes that had a captivating power. She fidgeted in her seat, obviously not too interested in Chemistry either, and arched her shoulders back in an effort to stretch them. This pushed her large, C-cup breasts forward into her light blue blouse. The blouse seemed as if it would burst at any moment!

Jennifer was an all-around great girl. Aside from having a gorgeous face and the figure a model would envy, she was one of the kindest people I knew. We were both 17 years old and juniors. She was the head cheerleader at our school and a member of the honor roll, as was I. Needless to say we shared many advanced classes, including Chemistry. The only saving grace of Mrs. Carter’s Chemistry class was that Jennifer was my lab partner.

I found my eyes drawn to her perfect ass and long, tan legs. She was wearing some tight, short-shorts that displayed this feature even more. Jennifer was tall, roughly 5 foot 8 inches, and my mouth was watering as I surveyed her legs, which seemed to go on forever.
Jennifer turned her head and her eyes met mine. I was a little on the shy side and started blushing. Jennifer just flashed a beautiful smile with her straight, white teeth. We were good friends and talked quite a bit, but I was still nervous around someone as beautiful as her. My cock had been growing harder by the second and I crossed my legs in a feeble effort to conceal it. Jennifer’s eyes held me in some kind of trance, until the loud THWACK of a ruler across my desk brought me back to reality.

“Busy daydreaming, I see. You know Chris, if you paid half as much attention to Chemistry as you did to your little girlfriend, you’d win a damn Nobel Prize! I may just have to let Coach Douglas know about your lack of discipline,” barked Mrs. Carter.

I shot her one of those “I want to kill you” type of glares, at that remark. Basketball was the sport I loved and I was great at it. I’d been on the varsity team since I was a freshman and was always committed. I was around 6 foot 2 inches and was always committed. Basketball came to me naturally and I had already received several scholarship offers. Coach Douglas, the varsity coach, had talked regularly with me about being a leader and about making a run for the state championship.

The problem was that Mrs. Carter used whatever was important you as a threat. If you were the class genius, she threatened to fail you. If you were a jock, she threatened to report you to your coach. She used the same tactic for a variety of students, like artists, cheerleaders, goth kids, and numerous others.

“Well? What do you have to say for yourself, Chris?” demanded Mrs. Carter.

“Sorry. It won’t happen again.” I murmured. I had long since realized that arguing with Mrs. Carter was a waste of time.

“I’m sure it won’t.” said Mrs. Carter, in a patronizing tone.

Mrs. Carter went back to front of the room and resumed her lecture. I just sulked in my desk, with a bitter expression on my face. I turned for a second and caught Jennifer looking at me. She looked sympathetic and offered me her most reassuring smile. Suddenly, I felt quite a bit better.

The rest of Chemistry was uneventful and the bell couldn’t have rung fast enough. Chemistry was my last class of the day, and it being Friday, the bell signaled the beginning of a fun weekend. I grabbed my stuff quickly and out of that classroom like a shot, eager to go have some fun. I knew my friend, Todd, had some beers and I was trying to convince him to throw a party while his parents were on a vacation.

I hustled out into the main corridor and began heading toward the doors that opened up to the student parking lot, where old Ford F-150 truck was parked.