Try getting a reaction out of another girl.

This has to have a ceiling of some kind though. Doesn't it?

There's only one way to find out...

...on one of the most trigger happy ice queens in the class.

You cup your hands. "Hey, psst! Trish! Trish!"

On the other side of the room, the blonde's quasi-restless leg syndrome is interrupted. Picking her head up, she searches for the sound of the voice then her eyes dull when they land on you.

"What do you want, prick?" the blonde shoots under a whisper. Ned, meanwhile, has caught on and is switching his sights from the both of you accordingly in amused interest.

"Well," starts your intro, "I'd love to put my prick up your butt!"

Trish looks at you, a slight tilt to her head, as a subdued frown appears across her lips. "Oh. Well..." She pauses. "Thanks, I guess."

Not done yet, this time you go for a home hitter. "And just 'cause your dad knows enough string pullers to replace the jobs of half of the faculty on the school's payroll and throw any of our parents' careers into a 10-foot gutter, that doesn't make you any more free to boss everyone around like the uptight frigid ice queen weaseler and manipulator that your hot ass is, and you should repay everyone for that by getting on all fours and shaking your ass for a porn magazine for the rest of your deadbeat life!"

You finish out of breath. Not really your thing, run-on sentences. Or long winded polemics for that matter. Looking back at the blonde girl, though, it is worth it, because you are treated to exactly what you ordered.

Trish, the 'can't-touch-this', natural chin-upturner, is smiling, and flips her hair over her shoulder as she says, "Well, look at you. I'll admit," she speaks as if she is still in charge, "I didn't think a person like you had the acumen or skills to have any shred of situational awareness or balls to talk to me like you just did." She lifts a shoulder, hands slapping against her bare thighs. "I was wrong. That was actually really sweet of you. Thanks," she rolls her blue eyes, "I don't know if I'll take all that to heart, but thanks anyway."

Mother...boarder, that is something else, isn't it. You could've been told everything else was a set up and have believed it. Until they tried telling you that was also part of it.

"You're welcome," finally beleaguers out of you. Before ending the conversation, however, you wink at a nodding Ned, then say, "Oh, and by the way -- I'm willing to bet 50 bucks that you suck your dad's cock, Trish. Why don't you give me a quick demonstration?"

Trish just laughs before turning back to face the class -- or cellphone, rather. "I'll leave that to your imagination, Michael."

You go back to pretending to take notes, and shake your head. A world like this would sure be interesting from here on out... though, it wasn't quite always a good thing.

A shrug hooks your shoulders. Sometimes you liked offending people after all. You're a teenager for pete's sake!

Ah well. If there were any qualms, you could always just erase it later. Taking one last look at the leg action around you, you consider going back to work -- and actually taking the notes this time, at least for the time being...