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Sex Ed, Wednesday, Period 2, Class #1

When the students entered, they found that on each of the desks was an 8.5" x 11" piece of white cardboard, a printed list and colored markers. A young, pale man with tousled bronze hair and a beige shirt stood at the front of the room.

"Welcome," Edward said, once the students were seated. "This is Sex Ed. I am Edward Cullen. I know that I look young, but I am older than I appear and I have a graduate degree in medicine." Two, actually, but he knew that would sound unlikely for a human as young as he supposedly was. "You may call me Mr. Cullen, though. Dr. Cullen is my father." He smiled, though he did not expose his teeth. "I would like to have two teaching assistants for this class. If you are interested, talk to me after class or in my office.

"This semester, we will deal with a number of delicate subjects. Know right now that the number one requirement for this class is respect. You must show respect for me as well as respect for your fellow students. There will be no crude remarks, vulgar language or snide comments. We must establish an environment of trust.

"I know how much pressure there can be to relax your values in exchange for a bit of fun. I want you to be there for your fellow classmates and provide a support system. There is plenty of fun to be had without giving in to base urges. One day, each of you will find your soulmate. Do you want to give the most important person in your life a gift that is tarnished and worn or do you want to give them a gift that is fresh and new?

"If you see any of the people here," he gestured around the room with one pale hand, "in a situation which may lead to regret, please step in. We are stronger together than we are separately."

"To begin, we will create a totem 'pole' that represents us together. I would like each of you to choose your totem animal from the list on your desk. Draw that animal on the cardboard in front of you. Then post your totem over there." He gestured to a board on one side of the classroom. "When everyone is finished, you will introduce yourselves and explain why you chose the animal you did."

[OCD ~~coming~~ up.]

[Reminder: Edward is telepathic.]

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Amber looked over at Cal, frowning lightly. "Psst," she hissed, trying to get his attention.

Cal glanced over at Amber with a small smile, one that slightly faded when he saw the expression on her own face; his head ducked a little, an unbidden blush starting to surface. He still couldn't get over it: he figured there was a good chance they'd have a class together, but he definitely didn't expect it to be sex ed. He didn't even expect to be in this class, but there must have been a paperwork error and, of course, he was too lazy to want to deal with fixing it.

He held up a finger, telling her to wait, just one moment, and then he shifted in his seat, lifting his hips so he could pull something out of his back pocket. It was a note, neatly folded into a football and compressed a bit from sitting on it, and he tossed it over.

"How was your trip home? I didn't get much of a chance this weekend to write anything for you, so this is all you get. :P"

Amber's gaze shifted, turned curious. The smile was nice, the blush was... why was he blushing? For crying out loud, there was nothing between them anymore that would warrant blushing. Was there?

Catching the paper football, she unfolded it, read it and grinned a little. Then she looked back at him. "I'm not writing. My weekend was fine, all things considered, and you suck," she teased. "But what I want to know, what I heard on the radio, is why you bugged Mr. Tennant for another part in the play?"

"You suck, too," Cal countered, but soon frowned a little at the question. "And I bugged him about it because I didn't want to play the part he wanted me to. I told him I didn't want to play that part; I don't even get why he even wanted me to. I'm, you know, Guy Who Dies in the First Act material, not Male Lead material."

She smirked at the sucking comment. "It doesn't have anything to do with you facing off with me through the entirety of the play does it? Or did you even know that Mr. Tennant chose me to play Beatrice?"

"...you're..." Cal stared a bit, a few moments before he remembered to blink and shook his head. Aw, man. No wonder she asked about it the way she did. He took a moment to rub his forehead. "No, I had no idea. I asked him who you were playing when I went in the first time, but he wouldn't tell me. I mean, I can't say I'm surprised, but...uh, yeah, no, trust me. Nothing to do with you at all. I'm not a main role kind of guy!"

He still wasn't sure he was comfortable with his other choice, either, but at least he wasn't so much the focal main guy.

Staring at him as she was, she tried to determine whether or not he was telling the truth. He seemed genuinely surprised. But... "You wonder that I can play a lead role like Beatrice?" She lifted her chin a notch, feeling a rise of insecurity prick her. She had been rather sensetive lately.

"If not Benedick, then who are you playing?" And who was Mr. Tennant going to pick now? Amber frowned, greatly so.

"What?" Cal frowned back at her. "I didn't say that, did I?" Did he? "And I went for Don Pedro instead. It's still kinda big, but...I liked that part better."

"No, but you seemed surprised," she replied. "Mr. Tennant must really like you if you get to pick and choose who you want to play. I didn't get the same afforded to me when I told him I didn't like Tamora. In fact, I didn't even pick Beatrice, he just gave me the part."

She paused.

"It wouldn't hurt to step outside of your little comfort zone, Cal."

"Well, no, I mean..." Cal just shook his head. "Trust me," he said, leveling a glance at Amber, "I'm not in the least bit surprised he casted you as he did. What surprised me is that he wanted to cast me as he did without telling me that he casted you as h-- Nevermind. Besides, he probably hates me and let me switch just to shut me up, and..."

He held up his half finished totem, "I'm an armadillo. I'm very set in my ways about my comfort zones. You know that. And my comfort is more important to me than his play." He shrugged, setting the picture down and leaning back in his chair. "What's so wrong about that?"

"As what? His love interest? The woman he marries?" She snickered. "Whatever, I get it." At least she thought she did.

"I know that. Believe me," Amber replied with a lift of her brows. "There's nothing wrong with it. I never said there was. Just sometimes it's kind of cool when you step out a little, going beyond what you'd normally do. You might find you actually like it."

At first, Cal just looked at Amber as she said that, steadily, into her own eyes for a long moment as he tried to decide whether to just let his eyes say it or to supliment it with a little something else. It might not seem like it to anyone else, but he did a lot of thinking, and this was something he'd, of course, been thinking about a lot. A faint smirk appeared, as well as a blush, and he dropped his eyes, dropped his head a bit.

"Hey," he said, quietly, "I step out of my box sometimes, here. You of all people know that." He lifted his eyes, though not his head, peeking through his hair at her and her reaction.

Try as she might to look away from that intense gaze of his, she couldn't. It had her shifting slightly in her chair, especially at the light smirk accompanied with the blush.

So she did know it; that he stepped outside of his box. She knew it firsthand and she felt oddly satisfied that he so readily, and easily, put her in her place without jumping down her throat about it. Amber could overlook certain issues, instances, when she felt like it. This moment, that look from him, had her feeling ashamed of herself and she lowered her own eyes, even as her shoulders stooped a little.

She bit her lip and nodded.

That...was not the reaction Cal had been expecting. In fact, it was the complete opposite and, with a heavy swallow, his expression dropped off his face and his blush probably spread and deepened. She almost looked as though...well, the timing of it was bad with her going off for the weekend, but did she regret it, then?

"I mean," he supplied, as quickly as he could, "the play's just not as big a thing for me as it is for you. But I open up with other stuff okay."

"Yah, I know it," she managed, now curious as to what he thought of it. Of that. Probably it didn't matter at all anymore. Not like he mentioned it or anything. Not like he dwelled on it or wouldn't mind doing it again.

"Why are you even in it then if it isn't such a thing for you?" There, safe ground, right? Forget everything else because she was positive he didn't reflect at all.

Cal shrugged a shoulder, picking at the edge of his cardboard. "I still like it," he told her, "even if it's not a big thing. It's something to do." He hesitated with the next part; if she'd reacted the way she did to his earlier comment, maybe she wouldn't appreciate this next one, but that didn't make any sense. Wasn't she the one always getting upset with him for 'forgetting' that she liked him? And then he goes and says something to that accord, and she just shuts up and looks mad.

And here he thought he was finally getting it all figured out.

"You do it, too, so there's that as well."

She raised her brows. There might be some misunderstanding going on here. Or slight misinterpretation on Amber's part. But whatever it was, she was surprised to hear him voice the last out loud.

Amber smiled, almost rather shyly. "Well, I'm glad for that. If it wasn't for the play I'd almost never see you. Except for now in this particular class." And wasn't that just something.

Cal snorted a little at that, giving her a grin, emboldened by her own smile, and he shook his head. "No," he said. "You would. I'd always be coming over to knock on your door to turn your damn music down."

"Which won't be happening so much anymore anyway as my roommate has come back," she replied with a twist of her lips. "I'm not alone anymore, Cal."

Cal's shoulders shifted down a little, but he hoped that it was the only sign of how crestfallen he was at that news that showed. "You're not?"

Amber shook her head, watching him. "No. Triela has come back and once again taken over her side of the room."

"Oh." Cal settled back in his chair a little more, and didn't say anything at first. Eventually, though, after a short moment, he asked Amber, "You glad to have her back?"

She thought about how to answer that without making herself out to sound like a total bitch. Ultimately there was no other way. "No. I imagine you won't come over, or even less than you do now."

...even less? Cal remembered a time when it seemed like he practically spent more time in Amber's room than he did hers, but then there were cabins, and that sort of threw a wrench in how much they were hanging out, it seemed. It was all the play then. And that one night afterwards in his alcove...

Cal wet his lips a little and gave his head a light shake. "Why wouldn't I want to come over? I mean, so long as your roommate...Triela, right?...I mean, if she doesn't mind me hanging out every once in a while..."

Amber shrugged. "I don't know. I just figured you the more alone type of person. But it's cool. You can come over whenever you want. Triela's nice, if you don't piss her off. She kills for a living you know."

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