Physics

Getting a ride instead of taking my bike saved me a lot of time, so I was early for class. I didn't mind. I had something to do.

I came up to my teacher, Dr. Odate. She was currently setting up the board for class. She was a beautiful woman despite her age, which honestly I could not really tell. She had some grey in her raven hair but her face was very youthful. She had a pear-like shape as a bigger woman. A large posterior that ended in childbearing hips and was capped off with large breasts, albeit ones that did not dominate her figure. The star of the show was really her backside, which I got a good look of in her skirt and she reached up to erase some stuff drawn on by the previous class.

"Hello, Dr. Odate," I said, calling her attention.

"Oh, hello, are you here for my physics class?" She said.

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. Our college was a small one and I had been in her physics classes since first semester freshman year. It was now midway through junior year. I had even met her on a college tour and pointed that out day one of classes. Not that I needed a tour; my mom didn't really have the money to send me anywhere beyond our own backyard. Still, she never recognized me. Our classes weren't large, she just didn't care. Point one in her long list of bitchy qualities. No matter, we'll solve that and a lot more soon.

"It's Emily. You told me to come to your office hours like three times this semester?" I tried to jog her memory.

"Sorry, I have a lot of students," She lied.

"Anyways, I have a wager for you," I said.

"Hmmm, what kind of wager?" She asked.

"I bet I can get an A+ in your class without turning in a single piece of homework for the rest of the semester. Or spending a lick of time studying outside of class. If I win, you'll remember my name, my face, and everything you learn from me until the day you die. And if I lose, um," I took an expo marker from the track underneath the whiteboard. "You can have this marker."

"Deal," Dr. Odate shook my hand.

I went over to my usual desk and pulled out a sketchbook to start drawing as I waited for class to start. I never wanted to take STEM classes but I felt pressured to so I could get a good job and support me and my mom. Now I didn't need to worry about all that. Money would come naturally with the coin. I could focus on my real passion: art.

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As I waited for class to start some of the usuals started to file in. One of the first was Trenton. Gosh, what to say about Trenton? He was a bigger perv than me and wouldn't stop hounding every girl in class for a date. I was the biggest target of his gaze though because I could never use the classic "I have a boyfriend" line. Sure, I could say I'm a lesbian, but women get murdered for that sometimes. I had to settle for "not interested," "I like you as a friend (I don't)," or "I want to focus on my studies right now." None of them worked for longer than a week.

"Hey Emily. How are you doin'?" He said. He raised a hand up as a still wave then put it down. I flipped my sketchbook closed and looked up at him, unimpressed. "I was wondering if—"

"Look, Trenton. Let's settle this once and for all." I pulled out my coin. It was the easiest thing to bet with. "I flip this coin. Heads, you never ask me out or bother me again. If I talk to you, sure, you can talk back, but if I tell you to go away you go."

"And tails?" He responded. God, of course everyone asks that. Let's go with something ridiculous. It's not like he'll win.

"If it's tails then not only will I date you tomorrow night, dressed to the nine's. I'll fuck you. Whenever you want. Exactly ten times."

"Woah," He said, stunned. I think anyone would assume it's a trick coin at that but he was still gung ho about the whole thing. "Deal."

I don't bother to shake his outstretched hand, I just flipped the coin. I caught it in the air and slapped it on my wrist. I looked at it and something felr horribly wrong. My stomach dropped like a rock hitting terminal velocity.

"Yes! Tails!" Trenton clapped his hands together in excitement. I just have a thousand yard stare.

Author's Note: Hello. Um, yeah, there's going to be orientation play in this. It's going to go both ways. Or, well, two ways. Straight girls and lesbians specifically. I understand that can be a touchy topic so if you have an issue with that I understand.

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