Chapter 2

I'd spent the entire time reminiscing on how EVERYTHING began. A place i would never have imagined myself in years ago. Now, a wide smile plastered on my face as i stared at the man who now owned all of my heart. The betrayals from people we both trusted the most and the revenge we worked out together was probably one of the many things that put a smile on my face.

Derrick johnson had prooven to be way more mysterious and difficult to deal with at a certain time in our journey. There's times I'd given up, when i couldn't handle his mistrust and lack of faith in me, but all in all, love stood above all ministrations. Our story was perfect. We are perfect.

The beginning of this story was something i never really saw coming. As flippant as i had been... my insticts pushed past my comfort zone and convinced me to answer a question i didn't quite analyse perfectly. 

A question that changed my highschool life forever.A question that steamed up my romance life into a never ending hot, steamy and freaky experience , my life..simply maneuvered...

A normal class that should probably have been boring, a nerdy teacher who could never get her large glasses to sit on top of her nose. 

Her pretty brown hair tied into  a messy burn as she scribbled some notes on the white board.

The fabric of her white dress hanging lowly near her ankled, boots so heavy she dragged herself around the plattform.

Students almost sleeping, as the teacher attempted drawing on the whiteboard what she presumed was simple human decency.

That's what it should have been. That was what sex education classes were all about ,teaching us all how best ti remain educated , have fun and explore but still uphold our morals.

Class was suppost to be as simple as that, end as simple as it usually did. But had the gods been listening to my thoughts, possibly laughing at how silly i was to have imagined this class ending just like that.

Well on this faithful day, after the teacher had finished explaining the key importances of respecting each other even sexually, students making remarks and others giggling to themselves, a student...one student, raised his hand to ask a particularly familiar question...

"Miss OG.." Owen began, before tilting his glasses and pushing them up to the length of his sight...

Everyone's attention turned to him, as miss OG put down the pile of books she'd gathered ready to take her leave, and smiled at Owen...

Necessarily, Owen was a nerd, a very sarcastic nerd, in most of the other classes, he wouldn't fail to ask a question.. Especially the questions that were dumb and would even be answered by any absentee..

However, Owen was quiet in every lesson ...which made me wonder how it is that he was still a nerd but always made math lessons interesting...

You see , he was the only nerd that was popular..brown hair, grey eyes, which he always hid in glasses, and a brown complexion, he was famous, even around the bad boys and the cheerleaders, how...you wonder.. Simple, he always made sure no lesson went by without

laughter...although to be sincere, he did it unintentionally.. 

I remember the one time he waited for Mr. Zanders, the crazy math teacher, to finish a whole lecturing and writing on the board, giving a thousand examples only to raise his hand at the end of the double lesson and say he'd understood nothing ever since the man entered the class.. 

Well that was a unique one..though it landed him detention for a week, poor kid.. I always thought...

So what does he have for us today...

"Yes Owen.. Do you have a question concerning today's lesson??" Miss OG asked rather curious of the new found intrest.

Everyone had different kinds of expression.. On one hand was the bad boys, all smirking at themselves...waiting to be blown away by the stupidity Owen held in store for them...

Then there were the "pretty" of the school, the easy going ones,trying to eye him up and down, truth is, Owen was kinda attractive...

If he only reduced his sweaty hands and drop those glasses, then gain allitle confidence, maybe the female population  would go for him. Then there were his fellow nerds, looking up at him in support like they discussed the question and decided their chairman would present it..

Well, apart from that, there was one expression I would never miss,

Derrick Johnson's .. The sex god..yeah you heard me right..well, lemmi not start on him now...

Back to the question..

"Miss, I was wondering, h..h..ow does on..one actually know if you're truly inlove. Its so hard to decipher whether what we feel is love or just lust. One minute im trying to know her better, the next she's trying to jump me. Cant we ever have just normal conversations, without gowing lustful?" He tried to explain wider..

Well true to say, those words coming from Owen intrigued and surprised everyone.. Owen asking about love and romance. wow. Its not even dumb..its detailed...properly detailed...

"Well, its simple Owen...you can't fake love when...when...well you can know pure love ...by...I mean... When.. " 

And just like that , the teacher was rendered speechless, not because she didn't know...but because she didn't know how to put it into words.. Or maybe she didn't even know...who cares..

And in the nick of a second, everyone was looking at their beloved teacher expectantly.. It was obvious, that question touched every young man in the room, well even the females..

The question wasn't hard to me, it was simple..very simple actually, but you see, sometimes, even If the answer was on the tip of your tongue, bringing it out is a struggle...well that's exactly what happened with miss OG and just like that..she had no answer...

Seconds later...half the hands in class were raised..."I want to know too.." 

"Me too" 

"What's a true love feel like anyway.."a slut asked..

" is it really possible she'd be faking it" another bad boy thought allowed...

And in seconds , the class was a mess

everyone turning to discuss within themselves.....wondering how it is that that question never crossed their mind...

At the back of the class was derrick Johnson... Slapping his forehead severally, at the dumbness and simplicity of the question... True to say, only the two of us understood thus properly.. 

"Calm down class...I will research this properly and give an accurate answer tommorow..." She said as even more complaints arose...

Some asked what kind of teacher she was, 

Others wondered alloud who could actually help now that even miss OG didn't know...

And she too was as confused as everyone else ... 

And that's when , in the middle of the rattle...

I made the stupid decision of lifting my hand up to answer the damn question...

So in case you're wondering, then no...I'm not a nerd, no a teachers pet...

I'd love to be the invisible girl though...but apparently, with my kind of body, its impossible...

You see, my mum is curvy in all the

perfect areas, average full chest, big round butt, small waist and pretty, and that my people, is what I inherited from her...many of this guys have tried me...but I ain't a hint interested.. 

You know why...because from how I see them...they just can't.. Well that's another story. Back to class

"Yes Marie..would you like to answer the question.." Miss OG asked pointing in my direction..

Everyone snapped...all eyes on me, as I slowly put my hand down...I stared around the class, the flirtious and curious looks I received form the boys, the disgusting stares from most of the girls...

And at the back, the rather interesting look that derrick Johnson gave me...

"Yes miss OG... I might have answer to Owens question.." I said, gaining back my confidence and ability to shine...

This was it , my moment...my time to shine and for the first time...participate in school...

"Please enlighten us..Marie Johnson.." The teacher proceeded...slowly stepping up and movie up to me...

And so , I turned to the class and gave the long speeched answer that turned my entire highschool life into hot and romantic  adventure