Math

“Nest period I have Math with Mrs. McDowell.” He replied.

“Hm... I don’t know her. What’s she like?”

“Boring. Bare minimum, teaches straight out of the textbook, not strict but doesn’t really care either, or even pretend to.”

“I don’t know about this. I should probably write you a note to get you out of class...”

“I could convince her.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“I still don’t know about this...”

“Trust me.” He said, this time using some psychic influence. She visually relaxed and composed herself.

“Alright, I trust you. I will lock your clothes in my desk until the end of the day. See me then to retrieve them.” She paused. “By the way, how to arrive home?”

“I take the bus.” He said.

“Then you better be here before I lock up.” His eyes lit up, realized that what she meant. “Or else your clothes will be locked in here until tomorrow. Good luck.”

And with that and a perverted smile she waved him out of her office. As he closed the door behind him he wondered how to make math class sexual. If he had art he would be a nude model, if he had health he could be an example of reproductive functions, if he had gym he could streak the field during cheerleader practice, but math? The whole thing that he was walking down to the classroom he was in a bit of a daze. He barely paid any attention to the fact that he was walking the halls of his high school completely naked. It wasn’t until he arrived outside the door of the classroom that he realized what he could do.