Not an Equal

I sat in my spot in the classroom and Bag Boy shyly handed me the satchel.

I gave him a little smile and wet my lips with my tongue and with that he blushed and dashed off to make it to his next class.

Mr. Jones continued with the 'What I did during the Summer' speeches and I tried to look interested in the inane ramblings of my classmates. Hopefully we were going to get into some different topics...I can only listen to so much of this drivel.

With that class over, I drifted into World Literature. 'Aunt Carol' ignored my presence as had become her habit so I daydreamed until I was jarred from my very erotic vision of Eric Jacobson by the class bell. Yep, Bag Boy was back and escorted me..well, followed me like a little dog would, to the lunch room. Looking at him, I simply stated, "Biology, Watkins, go." and left him literally, holding the bag.