Grace rolled her eyes. Can't you find someone else to pick on? When the instructor walked out of earshot, Grace saluted with her middle finger. "Aye aye, Captain Carey, ma'am," she said, drawing giggles from the girls at the table.
“She's just worried there won't be any Dobermans left for her," Jan added, causing even more laughter. She held her hands up like a begging dog. "Woof woof."
"Oh shit," Latisha said. "She's coming." The girls settled down and did their best to appear interested in their lunches when the instructor returned.
"Why is it that out of all the tables in here, this one is the loudest?" Carey said. "You girls must have too much pent-up energy. I'll tell Instructor Gage to work you a little harder tomorrow during PT."
"All right, settle down," Carey said as she closed the classroom door. "This is the infamous SR on the schedule. SR stands for Sexual Responsibility and for the next five months we will be studying just what that means, and what effect your sexual activity can have on your life." The dark-haired instructor sat on the desk. "Now this isn't high school and you certainly aren't a group of choir girls. I expect most, if not all, of you are no longer virgins. Put your hand down, Jones, I'm not asking if you are or aren't. Now, tell me what you think sexual responsibility means. Waters."
Oh sure, pick on me. "It means being responsible about sex, ma'am."
"Give me an example, Jones."
"Using a condom," Latisha said.
Carey slapped her hand on the desk and stood up. "Next to abstinence, a condom is the single most effective way to prevent both pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases. Bowen, give me another example of being responsible about sex."
Jan smirked. "Making sure your parents aren't coming home soon, ma'am."
Carey gave her a mirthless smile that Grace recognized instantly. "Bowen, do you think this is funny?" the instructor said as she slowly made her way over to the girl's desk.
"No, ma'am."
"Well then why don't you take a minute and think of a better answer? Oh, and while you're thinking, drop and give me ten!" Carey's eyes turned and landed on Grace. "Waters, since you think you gave such a brilliant answer, why don't you give us another one while we're waiting for Bowen?"
Damn it, Jan; don't piss her off. "Not going someplace alone with someone you don't know, ma'am," Grace said.
“Good answer," Carey said. "Why?"
Great. Why didn't you move on to someone else? "Because something might happen that you don't want to happen, ma'am."
"Now, Bowen, see if you can condense Waters's long-winded answer into one word," Carey said. "What can happen?"
"Rape, ma'am."
"Nothing funny about that is there, Bowen?"
"No, ma'am."
"Rape is the number one violent crime committed against women," Carey said. "You will be taking self-defense class while you're here, but it's always best to avoid a situation rather than having to fight your way out of one."
Oh, spare us the lectures, Grace thought, slumping in her seat and resting her chin on her hand.
"Waters, when you're in my classroom you will sit up in your seat like a young lady," Carey said. "Now drop for ten. Hathaway, give another example of sexual responsibility."
While Mo, the youngest of the squad, gave her answer, Grace lowered herself to the floor and began her pushups. You witch. You miserable rotten bully bitch from hell. Drop for ten. Drop for twenty. Why don’t you drop for a while and see how it feels? She continued to mentally curse out the instructor, forgetting to count at the same time.
"Waters."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Are you feeling guilty?"
Grace paused, arms fully extended, and looked questioningly at her. "Ma'am?"
"You've done fifteen pushups. I hate to tell you, but you can't bank them for credit later. Take your seat."
Ah damn. "Yes, ma'am."
"Just your luck you have mentoring with me right after SR," Carey said. "Sit down." The instructor tossed her cap on the hat rack and settled behind the desk. "I said sit." Grace rolled her eyes, then flopped into the chair. Carey jumped out of her seat. "Stand up! That is the last time you pull a stunt like that, do you understand?”
”Yes."
"Yes, what?"
The eyes rolled again. "Yes, Instructor Carey."
"You think people don't notice that little commentary you make with your eyes?" Carey said, sitting on the edge of the desk so she was eye level with Grace. "From now on, every time I see those eyes roll, you'll owe me twenty pushups." She walked behind the desk. "Now, sit down like a civilized young woman should." Grace sat down and watched as Carey opened a folder. "Quite a distinguished record for seventeen," she said, lifting the top page to see the continued list of offenses. "Vandalism, assaulting a teacher, assaulting other students, possession of marijuana, expelled from school." Carey closed the folder and looked at her. "You're on the fast track to the State Correctional Facility for Women," she said, tapping the folder.
Grace shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever."
Carey rose from her seat: "Drop and give me twenty!" Grace moved fast, hitting the floor as the instructor continued to yell at her. "Let's refresh your memory. You will answer and address me as Instructor Carey or ma'am." She knelt down next to Grace. "Do you understand this time?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"You will only speak when a question is asked, or if you have permission. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Whether you like it or not, you will learn to respect authority," Carey said. "And for the next five months, each and every day, I am the authority! If I tell you to do something, you do it with no questions and no lip. Do you understand?"
"Yes...ma'am," Grace said, her arms screaming from the exertion.
"Your mouth shouldn't make promises your body can't deliver, Waters. Let's go, seven more." Carey returned to her seat and opened the folder again. "Interesting transcript from your high school. Seems like you went from an angel to the devil reincarnated in just one year. You threw a chair at a teacher?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Why?"
"It…just happened, ma'am."
"Committing an act of violence against a teacher isn't something that just happens," Carey said. "I'll ask one more time. Why?"
"He pissed me off, ma'am," Grace said as she finished the final pushup.
"I piss you off too, don't I?"
Grace hesitated, then answered. "Yes, ma'am."
"Did you know Mr. Henderson sent a letter with your records?"
"No, ma'am."
Carey pulled out the handwritten note. "It seems he actually thinks very highly of you. At least he did when he had you for Earth Science during your freshman year. Says here that he thinks you're bright but you just don't apply yourself. In fact, he says he was telling you just that when you decided to throw the chair at him." She tossed the note back in the folder. "Nice way to treat someone who's trying to help you. You have anything to say about that?"
Grace stared at the faceted glass egg. "I don't care, ma'am."
"Well I have five months to make you care, Waters," Carey said. "And if I have to be a boil on your ass to make you care, I will. Trust me."
Grace walked down the hall of the administration building, running into Latisha just outside of Instructor Gage's classroom. "Hey."
"Hey, girlfriend. Where were you?"
Leaning against the wall, Grace turned her head and glared in the direction of Carey's office. "I had my mentoring session with Queen Bitch."
"Ooh, too bad," Latisha said. "I have Mitchell for mentoring. She's pretty cool."
"Lucky you," Grace said, pushing off the wall as others arrived for class. "Come on, we'd better not be late. I don't need Gage on my ass, too."