"Hahahaha… stop, Max, stop!"
I snaked my arm around Emmie and tickle her. Her company makes me put the unpleasantness behind me.
"What do you me I have been doing better than you? Look, you have grown too."
"Have I?"
My teasing smile makes Emmie roll her eyes.
"Are we in the same class again this year."
"Yeah. With the same homeroom teacher."
"Hurgh, again?"
We laugh, and banter, but Emmie returns to the previous subject:
"What happened with Josh? I heard he missed you quite a bit."
I roll my eyes:
"He missed me or he missed my pussy? Am I not just a trophy he was waiting to claim?"
Emmie looks at me, and suddenly kisses me fiercely on the cheek.
"MWACK!"
"What are doing?"
I'm kind of speechless but Emmie grins:
"You are the one who wanted to experience having a boyfriend. Me, I have seen enough of their lustful gazes to keep the boys at arm's length."
"Yeah, yeah, you are not all boobs and no brain."
"You!"
"Hahaha…"
"Humph! At least, you never thought of giving your virginity away."
"Tch, I will wait for you to claim it."
I roll my eyes at her. Emmie laughs and lowers her voice:
"Then when I ask you to spread your legs you can't refuse."
For a moment, an unidentified tension bleed through us, before we laugh. I feel a tingle below, but then I shake my head. It was just a joke.
We arrive at the classroom, and find seats we are comfortable with. I put the books in my arms down, and their titles surprise Emmie.
"Management, Project management, Data analysis. Are you sure you didn't pick up the wrong books or take the wrong turn when skipping straight to college?"
*Bam*
I slam my slim hand on the pile of books.
"No. I simply have plans."
Emmie looks at me in confusion but I stand up.
"I'm going to the toilet. Look after my things."
She nods, but with eyes that promise to question me at my return, and I leave the half empty classroom with my water bottle.
Male and female. I almost go to the former before I stop myself. If there is something good about being a girl, it is that the toilets I can use outside are a little cleaner.
I rinse my mouth. That is the reason why left the classroom. I tried, but I was still bothered by what Josh did, so I had to wash my mouth. When I'm done, I take a sip of the content of my bottle, and it is not water.
Thinking about the source of the milk inside, my nipples harden inside my top, hidden by my bra. I smile, the unpleasant taste in mouth now wiped away.
The taste that linger on my tongue makes me think about Liz, and I wonder how she is at work. This milk, is another evolution that happened in the months that passed.
I stop thinking about it to avoid wetting my panties. I wipe my lips, rinse my mouth of the distracting taste and leave the bathroom to go back to the classroom. Emmie immediately pulls me close to start her interrogation. She doesn't even wait for me to put the bottle away.
"Now tell me, Max, what plan do you have?"
"I'm considering what major to take at the university. For now, management is quite appealing, and learning about it will not go to waste."
Management is something I have some knowledge of already. In the past that I remember, that is the path I pursued before everything ended too soon. It is better to continue with it instead of scattering my focus. And maybe I will branch myself into finance, economy or something of the kind.
I aspire to be rich after all. I think everyone does, though Emmie is shocked:
"Why are you already thinking about college? Are you forgetting that we are still only fifteen?"
I roll my eyes.
"It is precisely because we are young that it will be advantageous to choose our path sooner. And as I said, management, project management, data analysis, those things are kind of needed everywhere now, and for everything. Even if I change my mind later, I can use the knowledge to do some jobs and get some pocket money for myself in the meantime."
Emmie opens her mouth as she looks at me. I guess she is shocked.
"Max, you have changed!"
I smile, but not really with joy. With her EQ, Emmie picked up on that, and she holds my hand. I think she wants to console me, because the change she is speaking about, I could have done without it, without its cause, but someone came in at that moment.
It is a boy our age. He glares our way while his friends seem to be laughing at him. He is handsome, the heartthrob of the class, but now…
'Damn self-entitled bitch!'
He thinks what his eyes are hiding is subtle enough, but he is shouting his disgust for me a little too loudly in his mind.
That is Joan, Josh's brother. I would have given him a friendly smile while pretending not to see his sense of competitiveness against his brother for nabbing a girlfriend, me, in his class, but yeah, not anymore.
Reading minds sounds cool, but if you liken it to sifting through garbage dumps where everything is, filth and all, then indeed, the glamor becomes a lie, a fantasy.
And there is that, the involuntary connections that spring up sometimes, fleeting, not as exhausting, but most of the time, to read intense emotionally charged thoughts that for the most part are filthy.
Emmie frowns, but I exhale and hold her back. Idiots are better ignored.
I ignore the affection Joan shows with another girl in the class, kissing her on the cheek, and open the book on project management.
I'd rather introduce Emmie to this world's equivalent of PMBOK during the remaining few minutes before we welcome our teacher.