fandomhigh | Sex Ed, Wednesday, Period 2, Class #3

Once everyone was seated, Edward addressed the class. "I know that some questions you have may be difficult to ask in person. For that reason, we now have a question box." He gestured at a wooden suggestion box sitting on a side table. "If you have a question, drop it in there and I will address it during the next class. And no, you do not have to sign your name. Also, Chuck, I'd like to talk to you after class."

"Today we are discussing Gender, Identity and Sexuality," Edward said. "We will be spending the majority of this semester learning about healthy behavior, but it is important we discuss abnormalities so you can recognize them when you see them." He discussed sex chromosomal abnormalities and then launched into a lecture about homosexuality, including what causes it and ways it can be cured. He also explained how dangerous homosexuality can be, and how friends and loved ones must be encouraged to choose heterosexuality for their own safety.

"For today's discussion, let's talk about choice. Write down at least three things that you choose to be and at least three things that you are and cannot be changed. Then share these with your group. Do you agree with everyone's list?"

"For example, Kevin has blond hair. Would you say that Kevin is blond or that he chooses to be blond?"

Group 1
Gwen Cooper
Angela Montenegro
Molly Carpenter
Triela

Group 2
Meg Powers
Amber Atkins
Joan Girardi
Toshiko Sato

Group 3
Warren Peace
Marco
Kevin Archer
Toby Moraitis

Group 4
Jenny Sparks
Claire Fisher
Cal Stephanides
Temari

Group 5
Blair Waldorf
Kaylee Frye
Chuck Bass
Eric van der Woodsen

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Cal stared at his paper as if it was about to stab him. Make a list of what you choose to be and what you can't choose to be, and here he was, sitting there in a class of people who would probably, without even thinking, jot down male or female as something they just were.

He suddenly, out of a bout of frustration and trying to keep himself seeming more angry than simply about to cry like a girl, he reached out and grabbed the paper crumpled it up, and threw it. It went about a foot before dropping to the floor from the pathetic lob and Cal declared, "This assignment is stupid."

...And then got out another sheet of paper. Greek. He wrote down Greek. That was something he didn't choose to be. He could also put down a product of incest that lead him into complications with ever being comfortable with his sexuality, too, but he didn't.

Skinny, he couldn't help that one, either, even when he tried.

"Stupid."

No, that wasn't his next item.

"Not a fan of the teacher, Sparkles?" Temari asked, watching his dramatics out of the corner of her eye.

"This assignment is stupid," Cal reiterated, making a face at his paper. "You can work around a detail a hundred way about shit like this."

"Stupid," he added again, for good measure. "How 'bout you? Do you put down whether you choose or not choose to be a bitch, Fanbutt?"

"I've been very nice about your little girlfriend running around calling me that to everyone, Cal. Don't make me regret that."

"Oh, I was just talking about in general," Cal said, but the fact that she'd used his actual name brought his tone down a few pegs from snark. He looked at her for a moment before, taking in a breath, he rolled his eyes away, trying to get a wrangle on his emotions. He really couldn't even concern himself with the fact that she'd used his actual name because everything else in his head wouldn't even allow something like that to manifest, crowding it out with need to stop himself from getting misty eyed.

He sighed, eyes shifting again down toward the paper. "Don't you think it's a stupid assignment, though? What you can and can't choose to be?"

"With his examples?" Temari inhaled deeply, eyes shut for a moment. "It's more acceptable here than back home, but then most relationships are hidden no matter what gender the partner is. It's a non-issue if you ask me. As long as the job is done, who they fuck is immaterial."

Cal blinked at Temari for a moment and, with another surge of panic twisting up his stomach, realized that there was probably a whole section of the lecture that he, in all his dread, had completely failed to register. Not like he could really say anything, because that presented the threat of having to explain himself, so he'd just have to piece it together from what Temari said. Someone with as much confidence as Fanbutt was far less likely to have drowned everything out from internal flailing.

No matter what gender the partner is. Homosexuality, then. He...supposed that made sense considering the start of the lecture and gender identity, but what Temari said after that quirked Cal's eyebrow. "'Who they fuck is immaterial,'" he repeated. "Like I'm going to believe you really believe that, Fanbutt. Hey, it doesn't matter what gender they are, but if they're too skinny, forget about it, you shouldn't date 'em."

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"I said she wasn't good enough for you. I'm not stopping whatever you and your pre-teen boyfriend do, am I?"

"No," Cal agreed, "but you're still judging it. You're not interfering, but it does matter."

"Of course I am," Temari replied. "No one is entirely judgmental no matter how much they pretend to be."

Cal took a moment to consider his unfinished list and jotted down judgmental under the things he doesn't choose to be. Greek, skinny, judgmental. Not a bad collection, one he could work with well enough, as if he really planned on working with this lame assignment anyway.

"Good that we're clear on that, then," he muttered.

"Are you honestly that upset over this?" Temari asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"If I'm upset about anything," Cal said, "it's this stupid assignment." This stupid class, his stupid mutation. "I couldn't care less about the Amber thing, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you forget about it, Fanbutt."

Temari just hummed thoughtfully, giving him a carefully once over.

"Of course."

Try as he might to just act like he didn't notice the once-over, Cal sucked in a slightly annoyed breath and looked up at Temari, expectantly. If she had something to say, she should just say it, because it's not like she'd let that stop her before, and if she didn't have anything to say, then she shouldn't be looking him over like that.

Temari just looked down at her very sparse notes on the lecture, adding something to it instead of acknowledging him.

Cal just rolled his eyes and returned to trying to think of safe things to list that he chose to be. He really didn't get what the hell was Fanbutt's problem, but if she was going to be like this about it, he wasn't going to worry about it.

Or, at least, he was going to pretend like he wasn't worrying about it. That it didn't matter.

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