“They’re sitting on either side of me, forming a Kevin sandwich with their pretty faces and beautiful breasts. As they lean over our shared table in a way that reminds me how truly feminine they are, I worry that my hard-on won’t wear off before class ends. But then I realize what a wonderful problem that is to have, and offer a silent prayer of thanks to Brandon. While she waits for everyone to calm down—which always takes up the first ten minutes of every English class—Ms. Kowalski glares ...at our unlikely trio. If she were a guy I’d say she’s just jealous of me, but instead I assume this is all related to the Graduation Rituals. I never realized how much it would bug her. And I certainly never guessed she’d call my mom. I don’t think that Ms. K and I are best buddies anymore. For most of class Ms. K monologues on everything from Sylvia Plath to split infinitives, and the room gets progressively quieter. Eventually she runs out of steam, sits down, and rummages through her notes.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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