Monday, April 9th, 2012.

"Alright, Class!" Mrs. Jones stood at the front of her classroom. She clapped her hands immediately after the bell rung to silence her students. "Today we begin lesson five." She stifled a chuckle. "Also known as the reproductive unit." Exclamations of disgust and anger filled the air. Mrs. Jones loved that. She enjoyed seeing her children's reactions to every little unit. Especially this one. It may have been her third decade of teaching, but she still got a kick out of it.

"Oh my God, Sex-ed?!" Vivien whispered to her adjacent tablemate, Blair. "This is what personal health means? I never would've signed up!"

The redhead laughed. "I invented Sex-ed, ya know." She laughed again, Vivien glaring at her. "Okay then, Blair..."

Mrs. Jones clapped once again. A hush fell over the adolescents. "Now, now! You're all in highschool! No whispers or snickering! This is a serious unit!" She looked down in embarrassment. "Also...I want correct terms used in this classroom. So...no wieners..."

More snorts and giggles entered the room. The instructor clapped a third time. "ENOUGH. We have a guest speaker today." Mrs. Jones glided across the room to the door and left it ajar. "Please welcome, Ms. Marissa Quinn."

In the room strolled a thin pastey girl; Her figure resembled that of a hourglass. She didn't look a day over 25. Pink blush sat on her cheeks and pink eyeshadow accompanied her eyelids. Her lips were a rosy hue. Her hair was in a simple ponytail and it reflected a light brown color. The woman's bust was exaggerated by her tight halter top, and her smile lit up the entire room. "Hello, everyone!" She beamed and many male admirers replied with a modest "Good Morning." Personal Health class just got really interesting. Ms. Quinn trotted with a graceful gait (a switch in her step) to where Mrs. Jones stood. Her clearly-shaven legs in view, Daevon whistled in approval. Courtney, a girl who sat beside him, glared at him as if she were able to shoot daggers out of her retinas. As the final clomp of Marissa's stilettho heels ceased, all eyes were directed at her.

The visitor cleared her throat. "Now, you may be wondering why I look like this." She made a hand guesture towards herself. "I mean, this is a sex-ed class! I'm a prevention teacher! Why would I wear something so arousing?"

"BECAUSE IT'S SEXY!" A whoop was heard from the back. Many boys joined in on the cheers. Mrs. Jones clapped her hands. "Jalique!" She scolded. "Please continue, Ms. Quinn."
"No, this is fine." Ms. Quinn reassured the instructor. She sighed sadly. "In fact, I predicted this. But that's not right! Being attracted to me and even having a few dirty thoughts about me is excusable..."

"It is?!" Courtney blurted out.

"...But making plans or striving to have sex with me is not. You barely know me. Sex is for married couples. You should wait. And, if you can't control yourself, please please PLEASE USE PROTECTION!"

"Now I'm told..." grumbled someone from the back of the room.

"You see..." The speaker scratched her head uncomfortably. "Intercourse is a...err...complex process..."

"Not really. All I have to do is stick my--"

"JALIQUE."

"Please, no jokes." Ms. Quinn swallowed hard. "I made a mistake when I was in highschool. 9th grade, just like you. I thought I was invincible, nothing could happen to me. I slept with my boyfriend unprotected at a party...and contracted Syphilis."
The room was now deafiningly silent.

"Yes, that STD was cured, but my life was ruined. The boy left me, I had to take many antibiotics, my friends called me a slut, and people never wanted to date me out of fear they'd contract something if they got too close. Plus I could've gotten pregnant. My baby would've been diseased. Came into this world already doomed."

Ms. Quinn took in a deep breath and sighed once again. The students could tell this was difficult for her to share, but now that she had, they couldn't take their eyes off her.
"Erm, sorry for rambling. While I'm on the subject of children, lets dicuss a cause being introduced to the Older Siblings Foundation. It's called Project Parenthood. It's a project to aid misfofunate kids and show couples in highschool like you how it's like raising a child for a month."

Reggie rose his hand shyly.

"Yes sir, you in the blue."

"What if you are single?" He asked bashful as ever.

"Doesn't really matter. Your partners are who you're sitting next to."

"WHAT?! WHYYYY!?" The group of pupils screeched all at once.

"I thought you told them, Janice!" Marissa said, nudging Mrs. Jones in the ribcage. "Did you atleast remember to tell them that this assignment makes up 60% of their final grade?"
Groans arose from various areas of the room. Mrs. Jones giggled. There was that reaction again. "Of coure not. I'll pass out the registration papers!"

Vivien's hand shot up in the air like a bullet. "Oh my God, Ms. Quinn?"

"Yes, you in the green."

"I-I'm sitting next to BLAIR..." She said blushing.

Blair cringed. "You got a problem wit dat?!"

Garrett rose from his seat behind the females. "And I'm next to Sam..." He frowned. "I don't have to be the mom, do I?"

Ms. Quinn blinked at them. "Hm. Well switch. Blair with Sam...and you two with each other."

Vivien blushed harder and let out a cry of "OMG!" Garrett sat back down. "Oh...okay."

~~~

After class, all of the couples met up to dicuss what just happened in health class. Some were excited, but most were upset about their partnerships. Blair was with Sam, Victoria was with Justin, Andrea and Tucker, Erin and Darius, Celeste and Abel, Kayla and Dillon, Sarah and Jalique, Courtney and Daevon, Delainie and Cameron, and Corie was paired up with Reggie.

"What do we do Ms. Quinn?" Said a group of girls in unison as the others exited the room. In this group were Maddy, Lisa, Chanterria, Savannah and Holley. "There are no more boys to pair up with..." Chanterria nodded. "And I'd love to be with these girls except you know, the fact that I'm straight gets in the way..."
"You guys can be our junior counslers! Just cooperate and you'll ace the class," Marissa replied.

"Awesome." Savannah said, grinning.

~~~

"Isn't this great, Justin?" Victoria squealed in glee. "I can't wait to see our kid." Justin embraced her. "Same here..." He responded, monotonously. She looked up at his face, greeted by a dismayed expression. "What's wrong?" She questioned. "Don't you want to be with me?" He nodded without hesitation. "Of course, course. Just that I have no idea how your parents will react to this...us staying together...raising a kid." She nodded back in agreement. "Ah. Well.." She grabbed his hand. "Let's not think about that for now, alright?" And they walked hand in hand to the cafeteria.

~~~

"No offense to you, Rodriguez," Corie said, looking apologetic towards Reggie. "But I really REALLY wanted to get paired up with..." She gushed. "...Cameron."

"N-none taken..." Reggie said, frowning. Corie still didn't even take the time to memorize his name. He had been called Ray to Ryan for two whole years now, and he was fed up with it. But he fancied Corie, so he kept his emotions to himself.

Corie turned to she her crush, Cameron, and Delainie mid-embrace. Delainie glomped her partner and they landed chuckling and appearing to be so happy. "Sometimes, I just wish she were a cockroach so I could just crush her in the dirt like the crap she is!" Corie growled through clenched teeth. "I see..." Said reggie.

"Ohh..."Corie put her arms around Reggie and squeezed him into a tight hug. "You're such a great listener, Rex. Thank you so much." His face was buried in her chest, and he was enjoying every second of it. He smiled, knowing that the next 30 days would be the best of his life.