fandomhigh | 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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"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."

That did get a little bit of a stern, concerned look. "Amber," Cal said, in a leveling voice. "You know my track record with girls and pissing them off..."

"Yah, you betcha I do," she snorted. "I guess you're just going to have to treat me nice." She was teasing of course, and she grinned just to prove that fact.

Cal rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at Amber, but it retracted back into his mouth with a grin and he shifted again, this time leaning forward on the desk a little to converse with her more closely. "Although," he said, "with the new students, I'm discovering there's a whole new batch of girls to annoy and piss off. And that got me thinking, and I realized something this week."

He paused there, letting it hand. And he may have stopped not just to try to get Amber to sweat it out a little, but also to try to anticipate her response. He sure as hell hoped that it wasn't like that last one; if it was that bad, then all of his theories were absolutely ruined.

She leaned forward as well, thinking he wanted to speak with her more privately, and she smiled, looking into his eyes when he spoke. But goddamn that was not what she expected to hear.

Amber frowned at him, whispering low, "Yah? Let me guess, did you realize how enjoyable that was going to be for you?" Damn that pricked her jealous bone and she didn't care if he saw it or not.

Looking away, she sat back, trying to ignore that intentional sting. What was he thinking when he said that?

Well, okay, Cal should have expected a response like that from Amber and, even if the whole point of what he was saying was going to fail because she couldn't wait two seconds before he got to the end, he just leaned forward a little more to make up for her turning away and finished. "No; I was realizing how much it sucks because no one else around here seems to get my sense of humor."

He made sure the next pause was barely there.

"Except you."

"Chalk one up for me," she muttered on a pout, still irritated, but slowly slowly did she allow his words to affect her, just as he wanted them to, she was sure.

Amber cut her eyes over at him and the corner of her mouth curled up, slightly. "Maybe because I'm just unique and you should remember that whenever you're out and about flirting and all that crap."

"Yeah, you know me," Cal said, low, with his own sharp pull in the corner of his mouth, "I'm a regular Casanova over here. And don't worry."

He pulled up, shifting away from the desk to lean back in his chair again. "I do."

Amber rolled her eyes. He so was not a Casanova and he knew it. She knew it. Everyone knew it.

But she grinned, because he thought of her. "Yah, well, good." Then she leaned forward, towards him, and whispered trying to catch him off guard, "Do you want to kiss me again?"

"Amber!" Cal laughed off his blush. "We're in class!"

Abstinence-only sex-ed class, at that. Oh, he did like a good bout of irony.

"And?" she asked, raising a brow.

"I'm not kissing you in class," Cal informed her loftily. "We," he reached for his piece of cardboard and lifted it, shaking it at her as one might shake a reprimanding finger, "are supposed to be making totems, missy."

"I would kiss you," she told him, her eyes wicked.

Cal, with an overblown expression of utterly ignoring Amber, picked up his marker and took it to his cardboard. "La la la, not paying attention. I'm just going to sit here and draw my armadillo."

She cracked up laughing and after a moment, leaned over and added, "And you would definitely like it. But here, I guess I better work on my porcupine if you're just going to ignore me... and my offer."

"I never said," Cal pointed out as he studiously put rings on his armadillo's tail, "that I wouldn't like it. And I also never said I wouldn't take you offer elsewhere."

Peeking over at his armadillo, she murmured, "Mhm... well, I'm looking forward to it."

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