Chapter 111
by bobbobbobthethir
What do you suggest?
Get Baked with Ward!
Here’s the train of thought that leads you to think that getting high with your economics professor is a good idea. First, it’s clear from the way that she’s joking with you that she’s willing to flirt with you, at least at least a little, and if there’s anything that could make her more open and receptive to something unusual… well, LSD would probably be better than weed, but you doubt she’s got any of that. Second… was there a second?
“What?” Professor Ward frowns at you. “Did I just hear you right? ‘You want to get baked?’”
“You’re not… into that?” you ask, feeling a chill sap your body. What if she reports you to the police? Oh man. That would be vey bad.
“I smoked a bit when I was your age, but I haven’t in a good couple of years,” she says. “And I’m not sure that I want to begin again right at this moment. Let’s just forget that you brought that up and return to our work, yes?”
“Yes, professor,” you say.
A rush of cold embarrassment runs down your head and back your spine. You feel like curling up. Crap. The situation is still recoverable, right? You just need to think of something witty to say. You know, play it off, it was just a joke…
Ward gives you a long look before sighing. She picks up her papers again, glancing over them, and then she starts scribbling something on the margins of the page. The moment’s passed.
You pick up your copy of the Republic once more, and you start to stare at the page.
At first, the words don’t stick in your brain. Characters slide together and then out of your head. Your train of thought looks more like a smouldering wreck centred around your embarrassment than anything else. It bothers you, that you blew that chance you just had. It bothers you, that you’re even hung up over it. She’s just one of your professors, you think to yourself, and well, maybe that’s the way it should be.
You eye the record in the corner of the room, still spinning, and turn back to you book. This time, you begin reading in earnest.
Hours pass.
At some point, Ward wordlessly gets up to put on some MF Doom. Anything to fill the silence, you think darkly to yourself, but it’s an unfair accusation. You haven’t said a word to her, either.
She’s been working off her laptop for a while now.
When the clock hits 4 in the afternoon, she looks up at you.
“Guess this is how detentions work,” she says drily.
You slide your book into your backpack.
“Kind of boring, if you ask me,” you say, letting a hint of a smile play across your lips.
“Yeah,” she says, shutting the lid on her laptop. “I hear that getting high could help with that.”
You give her a look.
“Anyways, you’re free to go now,” she says. “It’s been five hours, after all. Have fun on your date!”
“Uh… thanks,” you say, heading out the door.
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The Freshman 15
A young man gets to college late. Can he still screw the Freshman 15?
A young man gets to college late. Can he still screw the Freshman 15?
Updated on Jul 5, 2025
by bobbobbobthethir
Created on Sep 16, 2018
by bobbobbobthethir
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