Date: Thu, 5 Nov 2015 10:07:17 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rough Edges  Chapter 21

Welcome back. Phil finds himself on the wrong side of a teacher. He lets
his young adolescent bullheadedness get in his way and discovers himself
in bigger trouble than he ever imagined.

There is sex between minor boys in this chapter. The story is mine. And
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CHAPTER 21
MATH PROBLEMS

<Phil Miller>

Tuesday saw things get back to normal for Larry and me, or at least as
normal as things get. I was back to work making sure the county roads
were in good repair and Larry was back to work making sure high school
students had passable math skills. We were both good at our jobs.

I stopped at the county roads office outside of Centralia long enough to see
what I'd missed on Friday and to check out a county pickup. I was planning
to be out of the office and check on two of the road projects we had
underway. One was the installation of new traffic signals at a busy
intersection in the southern sector of the county and the other was repaving
County Route 7 in the eastern sector, a project that had been put on the
schedule and planned out during the winter. We also had a pothole filling
brigade at work as well as regular restriping going on.

As I drove to Clarkston in the county truck, I thought about the first
weekend I stayed at Larry's house and the time that followed that overnight
of "real" sex. That weekend had been the best of my life up until then and
started forces in motion that would be life changing for me. I don't even
want to begin to speculate where my life would be today without having
Larry, his parents, and the group of Wonkeys in it.

Larry and I chatted on the phone Sunday afternoon after he'd returned
home from his overnight with Q. I felt more than a bit jealous as he told me
about the fun he and Q had had in bed that night. Just as I had with Andy, I
wanted Larry all to myself. It was all I could do to not hang up when he
talked about their sixty-nine. I guess I'd already shown some progress
hanging around Larry, who was basically unflappable.

We also talked about Perry and him fucking his ass with a pencil, as well as
Ben, who didn't strike us as all that sexually charged up, giving Perry a
blow job. What really struck us was that all of this went on while his parents
were elsewhere on the ground floor.

"I was turned on and scared shitless at the same time," Larry confessed.

"I was the same," I said.

"And then Q's mom suddenly comes in and there's Perry on his back with
his pants wide open. I'm thinking, turn the fuck over Perry, but he just lays
there like that. I thought we were going to be in so much trouble."

"We would have been if she'd come in a couple of minutes earlier."

"I know. That whole thing was so dangerous I couldn't believe it. I sure
wouldn't do it again. If Perry or somebody took his pants off like that with
parents around, I'd be out the door looking for a long trip to the bathroom or
something."

"I would do the same thing," I said, although I knew I'd stay right where I
was if something like that happened again. Hell, I might even become an
active participant like Ben was.

I had slept with Troy that night and told him about the "real" sex between
Larry and me.

"That's pretty sexy all right," he told me, "but real sex is all about fucking."

"No way I'm fucking some guy and no fucking way he's fucking me in the
butt. Sucking his dick is as real as it gets for me."

"So everybody in your new group is a virgin I take it."

"We're called the Wonkeys and everybody but Perry is a virgin." I would
find out real soon how wrong I was on that score.

Troy had never mentioned fucking me like Perry's big brother, Dean, did to
him. I sure wasn't going to bring up the subject. Sex between us that night
was a sixty-nine with me on top of Troy.

The next morning Keegan gave Troy and me his usual shit about
showering together. "My brothers are faggot losers," he said, for what
seemed like the millionth time.

I always expected Troy to flatten Keegan, but he never did. All he said this
time was how the two of us showering together guaranteed he had plenty
of hot water.

"I really want to kick Keegan's ass," I told Troy as we dressed in our
bedroom.

"He's not worth the energy."

"It's not like he doesn't suck cock, because he does. I mean he's sucked
me, and you, and who knows who else? He's a fucking whatever it's
called."

"It's called being a hypocrite."

"Yeah, that."

It was raining the next morning. I hated waiting in the rain at the bus stop
and stayed in the house as long as I dared. I was considering skipping
school, but wanted to see Larry more than I wanted to stay dry. Troy's bus
leaves earlier than mine and mom had already left for work, so it was
Keegan and me waiting as long as we could before heading out of the
house.

I pulled up the hood on my jacket and dashed out of the front door with
Keegan trailing behind me. "We still have a couple more minutes," he
whined.

"Shut up. Nobody made you go out the door with me."

That shut him up until we got to the stop which was a block from our house.
There was no sign of the bus. Keegan gave me his best "I told you so"
sneer and I looked the other way.

The view in that direction wasn't so great either since I had to look at
Carlos and Skyler. They had all but ignored me for the past week, but I
knew they were conspiring to cook up trouble at some time in the future.
They were too stupid to even wear hats, let alone hoods, but at least they
weren't as stupid as a couple of girls who were carrying umbrellas.

I saw the bus turn on to 130th street, which was the street where we were
waiting. At the same time, Ben came dashing across the street and joined
the crowd. He was wearing a wide brimmed rain hat which had to be
squashing his Mohawk.

The seat next to Larry was open and I eagerly took it. He looked pretty dry
for somebody who had to wait in the rain for a bus. I pulled down my hood
and shook myself like a wet dog.

"Hey, keep that to yourself." Larry's giggle told me that he wasn't mad at
me.

"How do you guys on the west side keep your asses dry when it's raining
like it is?"

"We're just privileged is all."

I shook myself again, but not nearly as much water splattered Larry. "Don't
tell me you wussed out and used an umbrella." I glanced under the seat to
see if he had one hidden there.

"No, we wussed out and stood on Old Lady Johnson's porch. She lets us
do that when it's raining hard."

"She's pretty cool for an old witch."

"Phil! She's a nice old lady."

"I'm just kidding." Actually, I hadn't been kidding, but I could tell I'd stepped
on some toes, so I backed off. That was very unlike me.

The morning zipped by and before I knew it, it was time for lunch. Larry and
I got to our lockers at the same time and walked to lunch together. The only
person at our table was Ben, who was practically bald.

"What happened to you?" Larry exclaimed.

"It was getting in the way...my Mohawk, I mean. I had mom shave it off,
yesterday."

"But you're bald."

"No duh. It'll grow back, which is more than my dad can say about his hair."

As the rest of the Wonkeys showed up the comments continued from Jung,
Perry, and Q.

"Dang, will you dudes ease up? I got enough crap from everybody in my
morning classes; I don't need it from my friends."

Daniel sat next to Ben. "I'm used to it, now." Daniel and Ben were in the
same core class.

"Me too," Perry said. "Just not as used to it as Daniel." Perry was in Ben's
homeroom.

"My teachers like that I got rid of it."

"They must not like blue," I said, which got a good laugh from my fellow
Wonkeys.

Larry and I were in the seats that were hidden away from view to the rest of
the lunchroom. It was where anybody who sprang a boner in PE and had to
expose himself sat. While we ate and talked I worked my right hand over to
Larry's crotch and started yanking down his zipper.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

"I am paying off the bet."

"But I need to get a boner in PE first or something like that."

"I don't remember that being part of the bet. I want to get it over with now."

"Then I guess I do, too."

I loosened his belt and unbuttoned his Dockers. Larry rarely wore jeans to
school, in fact he rarely wore them at all. He liked to think of himself as a
natty dresser—in fact he still does. He was wearing dark blue boxers with
white snowflakes. I had never seen them before. They certainly were not
something I would ever wear.

I snaked my hand inside of them and was pleased to note he was rapidly
getting hard. I fondled his cock until he had a full boner. With a little
manipulation I moved his cock through the opening in the front of his
boxers. His cock was now almost fully exposed.

Removing my hand from his junk, I picked my fork up off of my tray and
"dropped" it on the floor. I bent over to pick it up, my face finding its way to
Larry's crotch. I licked the cute, pink mushroom head, sending a shiver
through his body.

I picked up the fork and almost banged my head into a head hovering
behind me. It was Jung's who was taking a look as to what the dropped
fork was really about.

"Sweet." Jung gave me an impish grin. "You are so fitting in with the
Wonkeys."

"I won a bet," Larry said as he quickly put himself back together.

"The goal bet," Q said knowledgeably.

I found licking Larry's cock in the lunchroom, even if it was only for a few
seconds, to be as daring and dangerous as watching Perry and Ben in the
Q's rec room on Saturday.

When I turned in a perfect math paper, Mr. Rodman, the math teacher,
gave me a teacher look that said, "I do not trust you for one second, young
man." Larry knows that look since he long ago perfected it in his own
classroom, although Larry is much more trusting than Mr. Rodman was.
He'd rather praise a student than rip him a new asshole if at all possible.

"The chapter test is on Thursday, Mr. Miller." Reading between the lines,
Mr. Rodman's comment said about the same thing as his look did.

After school, I rode the bus to Larry's house. We figured we no longer
needed to ask permission since I was now a member of the Wonkeys with
the same rights and privileges. It didn't matter to us that Larry's parents had
no clue who the Wonkeys were; we were simply an honored group.

Q and Jung joined us. I found out that most of the after school sessions
were not about little boys playing at sex, they were about middle school
students getting their studies done. I had never hung around a group of
boys so intent on getting good grades. On the other hand, I hadn't hung
around all that many boys. Larry's mother had laid out snacks for a
gathering of hungry boys.

"All of the mothers do that," Larry told me. "We just have to let them know
where we're going to end up after school. Usually it's here, though,
because I'm closest to everyone. That will change when we start basketball
turnouts next week."

I did my math, helping Larry with some problems—and to think that Mr.
Rodman thought somebody else was doing my homework. Larry and I
were working on English while Q and Jung were working on science when
Larry's mother came home from work. Those two were in an advanced
science class. My science class rarely had homework.

"Well, nice to see you joining the after school study group." Larry's mother
told me. "I understand from your mother that you haven't been doing a
good job of keeping up your grades lately."

My face burned with embarrassment. "I was busy with stuff," I snapped. I
knew I sounded lame, but I wasn't about to let her have the last word,

"Good to see you're still busy with stuff," she said with a friendly grin. She
could almost take a page out of Mr. Rodman's book of insulting you without
seeming to do it. "Did you arrange a ride home?" Mrs. Sanders asked.

"Um, no, I forgot," I muttered as I realized that Larry and I had overlooked
that important step. "But I can walk home."

"No need to do that. It's no problem for Art or me to give you a ride." That
suited me just fine. It was a little over a mile to my house which included
crossing one of the busiest streets in the county. Even at the traffic lights,
crossing Stevens made me nervous. I think it made Larry's mother
nervous, too. "You're welcome to study here any time after school. We'll
always take you home."

Tuesday was pretty routine except for an announcement at lunch by the
boys in third period PE, who were Q, Larry and Perry. The announcement
was that Perry had boned up during showers in PE. That meant he would
be exposing himself tomorrow. He smiled like he was looking forward to it. I
had to wonder if maybe his erection hadn't happened accidentally.

"Maybe you should bring a pencil," Jung suggested. Perry simply grinned
wider at the suggestion.

I was sitting next to Larry, as usual. We weren't at the protected corner of
the table, however. Even so, I had a strong desire to put my hand into his
pants and play with his dick. Thinking of Perry boned up in PE and doing
who knew what at lunch tomorrow had me rock hard.

Somehow the topic of virginity came up, probably as the result of Jung's
pencil comment. We kept our voices down in an attempt to keep the sixth
grade girls sitting at the next table from overhearing us.

"I guess Perry is the only Wonkey who is not a virgin," Ben speculated.

Perry grinned again and tilted his head in Jung's direction. We all looked
right at Jung who gave us one of his passive looks. "If you're hanging
around with Perry and sleeping over with him, well, you may as well learn
what he knows."

"That sounds logical to me," Q said.

"Just Perry got you then?" Larry asked.

"So far," Jung admitted.

"Plus he got me," Perry told us lest there be any confusion.

"Okay, so that makes three Wonkeys who aren't virgins," Ben said.

This time all of our heads turned to Ben. "Say what?" Q asked. There was
no doubt that Ben was talking about himself. The surprised look on Daniel's
face told him that the act hadn't happened between the two of them.

Unlike Perry or Jung, Ben was blushing ferociously. I think he was
regretting having opened his mouth. "Me and Devon," he whispered.

"Devon? Your brother?" Perry asked.

Ben nodded. Devon was his nine-year-old brother.

"Oh you fucker you," Perry said, holding up his hand for a high five. Ben
grinned slightly and slapped Perry's hand. "You and my big bro getting little
bro ass. I love it."

"How come you never told me?" Daniel asked, sounding a bit put out.

"I just did it Sunday after I got home."

"How did it happen?" Jung asked.

"Never mind. It just did. I mean, it wasn't like instantly, but it just happened
on Sunday."

"Fine, be mysterious," Jung said. "But now the Wonkeys have a goal to
reach."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Jung thinks we should become one-hundred percent not virgins, right
Jung?" Q asked.

"Q reads minds wonderfully."

I looked over at Larry who shrugged. Maybe we needed to revisit "real" sex,
I thought.

There was no after school study session because the Wonkeys had a
soccer playoff game. I wished I could have gone to watch it, but it couldn't
be arranged. If they'd left the arranging to us kids we could have worked
something out, but the parents somehow found a way to be parents about
everything and screw it all up. The Wonkey team ended up getting knocked
out of the playoffs 3-1 and their season was over.

My thoughts came back to the present as I arrived at the intersection being
signaled. A new housing development had changed the traffic patterns at
the intersection, leading to numerous accidents. The developer had signed
a contract promising to pay for traffic lights at the intersection. But the
representative for the county planning commission didn't understand traffic
and traffic patterns and had no idea what the real cost of creating a safe
intersection would be. Instead of leaving the process to my department, he
decided to dive into an area he knew nothing about. As a result more
money was needed, which we finally got in the form of a Federal grant.

While the work was farmed out to a contractor, as county roads supervisor I
was responsible for seeing that everything was done to our standards. The
contractor was doing an excellent job, so I spent an hour asking questions
and trying to appear important.

I finally left the site and drove out to the road being repaved. Since this was
a maintenance project and not new construction, our own county crew was
doing the work. The field supervisor was Lewis Carlson, Marty's father. If
someone had told me four years ago that Lewis Carlson would be a crew
supervisor for me I would have tested him for drug use. But since he
sobered up Lewis has become an ideal employee and earned his
promotion through a combination of hard work, knowledge of the job, and,
the biggest surprise of all, his ability to relate to and supervise people.

The crew was working on repaving a three-mile stretch that had been
damaged by an early winter rock slide. Lewis had everything under control,
but I hung around and watched, making a couple of suggestions regarding
controlling the traffic that was relegated to one lane.

I ate lunch with the crew. Since everything was going smoothly, I left to
check on how the pothole repair was coming along. I missed the days of
being a crew supervisor, but my current job paid much better to go along
with having more responsibility.

As I headed east, I thought about the Wednesday after my friends and I
picked the name Wonkeys for our group. The highlight of lunch, or the low
light depending on your point-of-view, was Perry exposing himself as
payment for sporting wood in the PE shower the day before.

Unlike the rest of us, who opened our zippers and pulled out our boners to
be seen, Perry completely opened his jeans, revealing his pink boner, his
bare pubic region, and his tight balls. Larry and I were the close-by
witnesses, but Jung had to get his look in as well.

"Whoa, Perry is commando," Jung observed. "Very hot, Perry."

"Where's your pencil?" Q asked.

As he did so often, Perry grinned and let his jeans drop down to his ankles.
Even sitting in the protected corner of the table that was taking a gigantic
risk; one that was even bigger than fucking himself with a pencil in Q's rec
room. Perry was sporting three-inches of prepubescent steel. I almost
expected him to pull off his t-shirt, but even he wasn't that crazy.

"No pencil," he finally answered. "But if somebody wants to finger fuck me,
here I am."

"P, you are one crazy ass dude," Q told him.

"Don't call me P."

"Hey, Mrs. Dodge is coming this way," Daniel hissed. Mrs. Dodge was the
lunchroom supervisor.

Perry reached down and jerked up his pants. While he didn't have time to
zip and button up, he did manage to hide his junk.

"You boys are always so well behaved," Mrs. Dodge gushed. "The seven of
you just talk and have a good time, and it is appreciated. You have even
convinced Phillip to behave himself." We thanked her for the compliment,
happy that we weren't in trouble.

Having skirted trouble for the second time in a week, Perry wisely closed
up his pants.

"Weren't you wearing underpants in P.E.?" Larry asked.

"I wanted to make things quicker and didn't put them on after my shower,"
Perry replied.

"Maybe we should make that a rule," Q said. "You have to come to lunch
commando if you need to show your boner."

"I don't think so," I said. Just pulling my dick out of my zipper was traumatic
enough for me.

"We'll talk about it," Jung said. He was obviously in agreement with Q.

When sixth period math came around, Mr. Rodman made a couple of
comments about my having another perfect paper. "If you think what you're
doing is going to save your math grade, Mr. Miller, you are sorely
mistaken."

I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but decided that the best way to shut
his mouth was to ace the test the next day. I wouldn't be able to do that if I
got my ass suspended from school.

The after school study group that afternoon ended up being at Q's house. It
consisted of just me, Larry, and Q, who was also in our math class. Jung
and Daniel were also in that class, but were under orders to come directly
home after school.

The three of us studied together for the math test, which would be on
dividing by three-digit numbers. Q was good at math, although not as good
as I was. Larry was good, too, especially after learning how to round off his
divisors and estimate each part of his quotient. A half-hour of working
review problems in the back of the book and eating oatmeal-raisin cookies
found us finished with our homework for the day.

"Boy, Mr. R really has it in for you," Q said when we retired to his room.

"I hate his guts," I grumbled. "I almost told him to go fuck himself today."

"You should have, it would have been fun to watch the fireworks."

"If you miss a test because you get suspended you can't make it up," I
reminded him. "No way was I going to get kicked out. I'm gonna show him
tomorrow I am not a cheater."

"It still would have been fun to watch," Q laughed. "But, hey, nobody is due
home for at least another half-hour. Maybe we should all jerk off to help get
us relaxed for tomorrow."

"Sounds like a plan," Larry grinned.

The three of us sat on Q's bed, our backs propped up against the wall and
our pants and undies pulled down to our ankles. We didn't undress in case
somebody came home early. I suppose one could say this wasn't "real"
sex. We were three preadolescent boys who were friends with sexual
energy to burn off, so we went at it. While we thought we were very horny
we had no idea that we were still a year or so away from being VERY
horny. Still, this was plenty horny for us.

As we jerked our immature cocks, we watched each other. I was the only
one who could wet cum, but that didn't matter; it was always intriguing to
watch another boy orgasm. As much as I wanted to wrap my fingers
around Larry's beautiful little cock, I followed protocol. But I did admire his
smooth legs, his slender three-and-half inches of uncut boy cock, his
gorgeous face with its light sprinkling of freckles on his chin and nose, and
his light brown hair which was just unkempt enough to look sexy. Yes, I
was in lust, but I was also falling in love—it would just take me time to
figure that part out.

Our fingers and fists flew. Q stopped and played with his cock head,
twisting it, then resumed pounding his pud. Larry just went steadily along. I
thought watching my friends jerk off was the highlight of my day.

I saw Q's legs jerk. He gave out a high-pitched squeal, emitted a moan just
a notch below his normal soprano, and increased his pace. His legs jerked
again, his torso shook, and he made sure we knew what was happening.
"Ohhhhhhhh, fucking shit, I'm cumming guys." I could see his boner twitch
and spasm as his face contorted and he closed his eyes.

That was enough for me, and I rubbed the head of my cock and the
sensitive spot right below it. I felt my own legs jerk, my belly spasm, and my
dick spurted out two drops of clear boy cum. They both landed on my t-shirt
since I had forgotten to pull it up.

Larry's dry cum came about thirty seconds later and was beautiful and
sexy. "Shit, shit, shit, shit," came out like the staccato rhythm of a machine
gun. His body shook along with his curses.

The three of us were breathing hard from our sexual climaxes. We looked
at each other with our pants pulled down to our ankles and dicks becoming
soft and started giggling at the situation.

"That rocked," Q sighed. "Jerking off is one of the best things in the world."

"Better than real sex?" Larry asked.

"I dunno. If blow jobs are real sex, then real sex is better. Ben told me
doing his brother up the butt was okay, but he liked my blow jobs better.
Maybe because his brother didn't like taking his cock that much."

"Perry sure seems to like corn holing," I said.

"Corn holing?" Q asked.

"Yeah, it means doing it up the ass."

"Sweet, I gotta remember that. I can say, `Hey, P, have you and Jung been
corn holing?'"

"I know I would say no, I don't want to do it," Larry said.

"Me either. It sounds nasty and gross."

"I'm with you guys," Q told us. "No way I go up somebody's shitty ass, and
no way in the world I ever want somebody up mine. I've stuck my finger up
there and it's really gross."

"Maybe you should try a pencil up there," I grinned.

Q's reply was a one finger salute.

The next day was routine, at least up to sixth period. Even lunch was
normal. By normal I mean nothing sexual happened except for some of our
chatter. Like Q, Larry, and me telling the rest of the Wonkeys about our
little circle jerk the day before.

When sixth period arrived my heart was thumping. I was ready to show Mr.
Rodman that I deserved to be in his advanced class. I wanted to show him
that my failing grades were because I had been in a shitty space and didn't
do any work, not because I was dumb and my fifth grade teacher made a
mistake recommending me. The test was what I expected and I breezed
through it. I checked over my work, something I'd never done much of
before, but in the almost two weeks Larry had been my friend I noticed that
he and the Wonkeys double-checked almost all of their work. Troy had told
me this was what good students do, but seeing my friends actually check
their work made a big impression on me.

I raised my hand to show I was finished and Mr. Rodman could pick up my
test. Only Jung finished faster than I did. Jung was ultra-smart in math.

"Finished so soon, Mr. Miller?" Mr. Rodman smirked. "You never heard of
double checking your work?"

"I did double check it."

He took my test sheet off of my desk and flipped it over, looking at it with
obvious contempt. "Whatever you say." He turned and walked away,
leaving me seething. I found out much later that Mr. Rodman was in a shitty
space too. He'd been bumped down to middle school math after teaching
high school math for his first three years as a teacher. He apparently didn't
like teaching sixth graders, especially mouthy brats like me, any more than
some of us liked having him as a teacher.

I felt really good—I knew that I had aced that test. But I couldn't help but
sulk, wondering why I'd been such an ass waffle to start the year. Maybe if
I'd taken advantage of Larry's overtures of friendship things would have
been	 different. Instead I spent time being a punk with Tim, Carlos, Skyler,
and those guys, and smoking weed with Keegan. Well, Troy says you can't
live in the past, you have to work for the future. I don't know where he gets
all of his ideas but they always seem to be pretty good.

After school we had a study session at Larry's. Jung, Q, Perry, Daniel, and
of course Larry and I were there. Ben had been a bit standoffish since he
confessed to fucking his little brother. Daniel offered to talk to him over the
weekend. I could see that Daniel and Ben cared a lot for each other, a lot
like Larry and I cared for each other.

The next day was Friday and we would be seeing our test results. Jung,
Daniel, Larry, and Q were all confident they'd done well on the test.

"Thanks to Phil's helping me," Larry said. "Mr. R. never talked about
estimating by rounding off the divisor. That made it so much easier."

"Sometimes he thinks we're all a bunch of freaking high school students," Q
said.  None of us could disagree.

I slept well that night. I knew I did great on the test, and I was also going to
be spending the night at Larry's house. It looked to be a good day.

When I sat next to Larry on the bus the next morning I was in a great mood.
Not even Keegan's regular morning bitching nor Carlos and Skyler could
spoil it. We all did a lot of joking and laughing at lunch as we were kids
being kids.

After Mr. Rodman took roll, he picked up a stack of papers from his desk. "I
was pleased with the results of the test," he told us. "As you know I grade
on a straight percentage basis, not on a curve. We had eight A's out of
twenty-eight of you, with one paper being perfect along with getting both
bonus questions right. There is a reason why most of you were placed in
this class, although a few of you may not be around for the second
quarter." I swore he was looking straight at me, although I couldn't figure
out why; there was no doubt in my mind that I'd aced that test.

Mr. Rodman called out the names on the tests. Jung's was the third one
called out and he returned to his desk with a smile on his face. He flashed
the test sheet at me—it was a 100% plus two bonus points. Well, that
meant I didn't get a perfect test. I was wondering what I missed when I
heard my name called.

I bounced quickly to the front of the room. Mr. Rodman glared at me and
handed me the test papers, but he also had a smirk on his face that
infuriated me for some reason. The first thing I saw on the test sheet was
that nothing had been marked wrong. The second thing I saw was a big red
`F' at the top of the test.

I started shaking as soon as I saw it. "Why is there an F there?" I asked
with as much calmness as I could muster. "It doesn't look like I missed
anything."

"You know why that F is there, don't you Mr. Miller? The fact that you didn't
miss anything doesn't mean you got anything right either."

I knew what he was saying in his own officious way. He was saying that I
cheated. He was saying that all of the work I'd put into this chapter, all the
work I'd put into turning things around, all of it wasn't worth shit.

"I didn't cheat, and you know I didn't cheat," my voice was getting pretty
heated, but I was trying hard not to cuss the man out. "How could I cheat
when you were looking right at me almost all of the time?"

"I don't know how you did it, Mr. Miller, but we both know what happened,
don't we?"

Troy kept preaching to me to pause before I opened my mouth and let
loose. Well, Troy wasn't standing in this classroom with a perfect test that
said `F' at the top and an asshole of a teacher looking at him with a smirk.

"That is bullshit," I yelled. "No way I cheated. This is all fucked up." I threw
the test on the floor. The test sheet and my worksheets seemed to take
their own sweet time getting there. "You fucking asshole, you know I didn't
fucking cheat. You know you got it in for me. You are the worst fucking
piece of shit teacher in the world."

The bastard never lost his smirk. "Mr. Miller, I think you need to haul
yourself to the office. You are out of here, I hope permanently."

I turned and stomped out of the room, leaving my books behind at my desk.
I stopped and looked back. "Fuck you and fuck everybody!" I got out of the
way of the door and slammed it as hard as I could. Just when I thought life
was good I realized I'd been right all along—life was really totally fucked
up.
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