My mind is not at all on the literature being lectured by the teacher. I am thinking of ways to confront Calyx about what he did. I have been pondering deeply, and that leads me to one reason; control. I had given him too much control over me. And now he has crossed way past the line. That control, I need to get it back. Give myself a little ground to stand on and not bend to their will as they want and fawning. My mind suddenly drifts to Curry and her earlier comment about me intending to seduce my way out of Calyx's antics. I cannot pretend that her saying that is cool. Nor can I actually pretend not to know that all the boys in the class are stealing glances at me.
They're saying derogatory remarks about my ass. I does not feel good at all. But I can say it is better than before.
The class is taking longer than I expect. I have a plan to carry out.
