Avaricious Lavender, Part 1.

He glanced at the clock in room D12 for at least the second time that minute. Constantine was getting rather impatient at this clock, which never seemed to tick over to the next minute. All he wanted was this final five minutes of the day, in this boring as all hell physics lesson to finish. And the worst part was he couldn’t even talk to his beautiful girlfriend, Lavender: soft, brown hair, striking green eyes, and a ferocious temper when aroused. She was the perfect non-Greek woman for this contented Greek. Constantine Papadopoulos, who could not be described as a capitulating young man at 16, grayed under the fierce stare of his beau. She had, along with a fierce temper, perfect c-cup breasts, 5ft 4in of height, and a slim physique, bordering on the ‘too slim,’ side. This, paradoxically, was the only downside for Constantine’s mother, who was, as is the tradition for Greeks, a warm, robust woman who never tired of telling Lavender, of whom she was very fond, though never telling Constantine that, she was too skinny, and that her parents surely must be not feeding her right. Constantine, on the other hand, was the soft brown haired, blue eyed and slightly muscled son of a famous Greek cook for a mother, and a pasty-white retired American software analyst for a father. His blue eyes had swooned Lavender when he had asked her to go out with him in their last school year, and they had been going out now for about one year, without a hitch.

While he was mulling this over, Constantine missed the question of the hot and licentious physics teacher, Ms Muller. Hot, 24, with a physique any girl would die for – she was a constant pain in the ass for Constantine. Here was another example. ‘Uh… if the silver reacts with the oxygen, then –‘
‘Wrong, Papadopoulos, silver does not oxidize. I can see we have been listening attentively.’
‘Perhaps if we were to do some physics we have not already done and re-hashed in the 8th grade, Ms Muller, then I would be much more of an avaricious and studious member of the class.’ What an ass answer, but a brilliant way of deterring Ms Muller – the students always could overcome her with words; seeing as how she hates arguments and all.