Negotiations

Hector pulled the ponytail holder out of my hair and held it out to me over my shoulder. Putting my feet up on the seat in front of me, I slid down in my chair and leaned my head back a little bit. If you sit in front of Hector and you're a girl, you should expect to have your hair played with all through class. Just like if you're a girl and you sit behind Drew, you should expect that he will give you a foot massage by pulling your leg forward and propping your heel on the edge of his seat.

"What's up with you and the ring-a-ding kid?" Hector whispered to me. I picked up my pen like I was taking notes, and that's what the teacher saw when he looked in our direction. "We're done," I responded, even though we're still talking, even though we're negotiating FWB. Hector was either tying multiple sections of my hair into knots, or attempting a french braid, but I couldn't tell which.

"We should hook up," he said. "Yeah, no." Hector yanked my hair, hard. "Sam, you're hot. We should." Is he nuts? And catch whatever he's got!?

He slid forward in his seat more, closer to me. "Afraid you won't be able to keep up, little girl?" Oh jesus. The loser next to us was listening intently. Not everyone wants an audience. "Thanks; I'll pass," I whispered. Feeling my hair, I tried to figure out what had happened, and how hard it'd be to fix before walking into the hallway.

"I'll give you $10," Hector suggested. Seriously? $10? Because I could buy... yeah fucking right. I snorted. Loser Girl frowned at me. She's fat, dumpy and has bad hair. Her cheeks are always bright red, and she's often seen near the front office, crying hysterically on the phone to her mother. Nobody wanted to be her lab partner and she cried. On the very first day of school Hector commanded her to move when she sat down in front of him, saying he wouldn't stare at her head all year. I turned around in my seat to look Hector in the eye. "I'm not fucking you for $10. I'm not doing anything with you."

He smiled like he didn't believe me. Tugging on my hair, Hector told me to turn back around. "I've got something going here." Loser Girl was straight out staring at us now, fascinated by the conversation. She leaned towards Hector. "I'll fuck you for $10."

Oh. My. God. Ohmygod. I looked around to see if anyone good was watching. Nelly was looking at me, and I threw my eyes towards Loser Girl, then back to Nelly. Hector shook his head at Loser Girl. "I wouldn't do you for $5. But if you give me $10 I'll let you blow me."

Esssteeedeees. I tore off the corner of my page and handed it to Loser Girl. She looked at my note, frowned, then turned towards us. "Okay!" she said to Hector. I rolled my eyes at Nelly.

After the bell rang, Hector practically ran for the door, Loser Girl following. One of the teachers called out to Hector, "Where are you going in such a rush?"

He smiled as he walked backwards and answered. "My new part-time job!" "Good for you, Hector." Teachers are so retarded.