Health Class

Health class the next day was the same, the head coach of the boys basketball team was subbing for Mrs. Petunia while she was on her baby break (she was pregnant at the time she was teaching us).
"All right class," the head coach began, "I will pass out a rubber to each of you. I'm going to teach you how to correctly put on one." Oh. My. God. He did not just say that. He dropped a neatly wrapped Trojan on my desk. Wow. I thought:
A. he was kidding and
B. I was in one of my many horrible nightmares that would never end.
I looked over at Ashford and his face was bright pink. I don't know if it were the fact that he wasn't planning on this happening in Health or what but all I know was I just put my head down and began to laugh.
"Ms. Rigby, get your head off your desk." He came by and whapped me in the back of the head with his newspaper as he was walking down the isle to his desk up in front before actually showing us how to put one on. Gross! When the class was over I heard faint remarks on the coach's teachings today.
"Man, he wasted perfectly good condoms!" Someone grumbled. Ashford walked out like he just saw a ghostie.
"Are you okay?" I asked. He jumped, probably because I startled him.
"Stuff like that makes me uncomfortable."
"It makes everyone feel uncomfortable once in there lives."
The day slowly crept by until Chem. Then it got even slower. All hour Ashford was tensing probably his dad forced him into doing something.
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