HUMAN ANATOMY CLASS, 3RD PERIOD
YEAR 5 CONFERENCE HALL
“Every muscle in the upper limb has its distinctive location and function. No matter how small and unimportant, it is there for a reason,” the petite lady expressed, pacing gracefully in front of the class, hands clasped behind her back. Her soft voice hung in the air, luring every pair of eyes to her presence.
Like clockwork, the presentation display changed to reveal a detailed diagram of leg muscles. Stopping in her tracks, Miss Namtan, the human anatomy teacher, angled herself towards the class, a glimmer of enthusiasm in her hazelnut eyes, and posed a question.
“Looking carefully at the image in front of you, who can tell me the muscles that the Achilles tendon binds to the heel bone”
Without taking her eyes off the “Othello” book she was reading, Max held up her hand instantly, her fingers gracefully rising through the air as she announced, “Gastrocnemius, Soleus and Plantaris muscles.”
“That is correct, Maxine”, Miss Namtan acknowledged, her eyes twinkling in approval. “However, I would prefer you pay attention even if you know everything about this topic”
The mild scolding got Max to drop the book in her possession, her eyes locking onto the teacher with unwavering focus. The 5′4 petite lady was not overly strict with her students, but she required utmost concentration during her classes.
“A quick swipe severing this tendon can render one immobile”, she gestured with the pointer in her hand, which was adorned with silver rings that jingled softly. Her style has always been Bohemian, yet she preferred to keep her chestnut-coloured hair in a high bun, revealing her slender neck.
“Every one of you requires muscles to go about daily activities, even when using your abilities. However, some would rely more on physical strength than others. Still, the knowledge of this class is very important.”
Folding her hands in front of her, the hazelnut eyes scanned the room, and the teacher gave a side grin before continuing. “That reminds me, I know this might be coming too soon but I will let you in on areas you should focus on for your exams, about this subject”
Everyone’s ears perked up at the disclosure, eyes widened in expectancy. Just as the freckle-faced lady was about to speak further, the bells went off, implying the end of that period. A collective groan erupted from the students, a chorus of disappointment.
“Oh my! Where has the time gone?” Checking her nonexistent watch quickly, she added, “That’s the conclusion of class for today. We will continue from here in the next class.”
The teacher braced her tablet in her arms and made her way out of the room, her stilettos clicking behind her.
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“We almost had it. We were this close, guys. This close! Now we’ll never know what to read for anatomy”, the ginger-haired girl wailed out dramatically.
“Bri, stop being melodramatic. I can just ask Miss. Namtan next class”, Sophie shook her head, her graceful movements reflecting her calm demeanour as she cleared her desk.
Taking her hands off her face, Bridget turned to the class president in realization, “Oh! That’s true. You are a lifesaver, Madam President.”
“Bridget, I told you to stop calling me that,” Sophie said with a strained smile.
“Sorry, your Excellency”
Giving up on arguing with Bri, the brunette pulled out her tablet and turned her focus to it. Her headphones were placed over her ears, blocking her out from the outside world.
“Sophie, I suggest you block your thoughts in 3, 2, 1”
A loud voice cut through the air, and the culprit posed curtly on her desk. As usual, her school sweater was nowhere to be found, her blond locks pulled back into a messy ponytail, and her plaid skirt fell gracefully over her slim crossed legs.
"Girl’s Meeting!!! Code Red!!!”
The alarm left both male and female students confounded.
Sophie massages her forehead in frustration, taking off her headphones. While Fancy rushes to her feet to diffuse the situation.
“I’m sorry about that. What Hannah is trying to say is Could the boys please excuse us, we would like to speak to the girls about something”, Fancy politely implores the boys
Questioning but complacent, the boys strolled out of the classroom as the girls settled into one group.
“I want to apologize once again for this impromptu meeting and also Hannah’s behaviour earlier”, the gentle girl said, giving Hannah eye signals to apologize.
“What! I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?“, the blond girl defended herself with a pout.
“Anyways, why we are gathered here is to talk about a few things. Hannah?”
As quickly as the pout came, the mention of her name ignited joy in her.
“Yes! First things, first before we get into certain gossip”, glancing at Bri and Max, “Dresses!“, she shouted excitedly, giving a few twirls.
“Dresses?“, Sarah raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, my weather forecaster. Dresses! There is no ball without pretty dresses. I can already imagine mine, embroidered with flowers. Oh! I wonder what blossom I should go with or what colour I should choose. The baby breathes would go great with blue but daisies and yellow–”
A cough interrupted her rambling. Seeing their blank faces gazing at her, she quickly gave a shy apology. “Hehe. Sorry. About the dresses, because the ball is so close, we all need to get our colour and designs to the dressmakers today”
“But that is too soon, Hannah. Right guys?“, Elise’s remark sparked agreement from the girls.
“I’m sorry about the short notice guys. This is due to the number of dresses needed to be made and also to allow room for any form of adjustments”, Sophie tried to make us see the reasons why.
With no other option, we all agreed on the issue.
“We decided to go with an antique theme. All forms of aesthetic decorations will be guided by Hannah. Hannah, please, don’t overdo it with the flowers. The technical and other aspects will be directed by Fancy and I. Elise?”
“Yes?“. Elise answered, sorting her books behind her desk.
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“You will help coordinate the Ice sculptures and beverages.”
“Human freezer? Got it, Mrs President ma’am”, Elise teased, earning a high five from Bri.
"Bri, you are getting more minions under your belt”, Sophie murmured under her breath.
“Moving on, Sarah will be in charge of the weather. These were Hannah’s words, not mine by the way.”
“Blondie, you are lucky I have been taking yoga lately”, the tall girl threatened, and a rumble of thunder sounded.
“Proceeding before anyone gets struck down by lightning, for any technical or electrical requests, see Pelz and Tome. If you can help in any way, don’t forget to see us. That’s all for now?“, the brunette questioned turning to Fancy for any extra input.
“Yes, that would be all”, Fancy confirmed.
“We have to go prepare now but don’t forget to send in your dress ideas and colour. Hannah, I need the list of flowers you want to grow. It needs to match the theme” Sophie said as she continued to work on her tablet.
Just as she requested, a green vine made its way out of Hannah’s hair, wrapping around her arm. Different flowers bloomed along the vine as Hannah explained each one to Sophie, while Fancy observed diligently.
A knock was heard at the door, and Elise’s voice invited the boys back into the classroom.
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“Is it safe to come in now?”
A few shadows appeared behind the door of the classroom. The boys were hoping to go back to the room.
“Yeah, you guys can come in.”
With that comment, the boys trooped in to mingle with the ladies and a symphony of voices followed.
Tome, followed closely by Sanya, strolled over to Elise and her group of friends, taking a seat in front of the grey-haired girl. Tome seemed to melt into the chair, listening intently to the girls’ conversation.
“Tome, you know it’s wrong to eavesdrop”, Sanya chided, his voice clear and loud. From his seating position on the desk behind the smaller boy, Sanya reached forward and ruffled his hair. The gesture earned a scrawl and blush of pink from Tome.
“Stop, you’ll mess up my hair. Don’t tell me you are not even a bit interested in what they secretly talked about”. Tome looked at his partner, who seemed unfazed and couldn’t help but wonder what the girls were discussing.
“We spoke about Boob. Big, gigantic, jiggly breasts. Soft like a cloud–”
“Bri!” Sanya’s palms blanketed the ears of the awe-struck boy from listening further.
“Jesus, Bridget! Do you want to kill the boy? He is almost as red as Sarah’s hair”
Elise turned to the traumatized boy and softly said, “We definitely didn’t say that, we talked about the party coming up. You know how this big-headed girl can be.”
“Maybe we didn’t talk about it, but I thought about it”, Bri held a wicked grin on her face, her tone, naughty.
“Inside thoughts, Bri. Inside thoughts”, Even quiet Max had to leave a low-toned remark from behind her book. Max, you know it is not too late to get a new partner.
“Not to pry or anything, but... what are your plans for the special day coming?” Elise wriggled her brows at the lovebirds sitting close to her. Elise took it upon herself to change the subject of discussion. Maybe it will calm Tome down a little, or not. Judging by the speechless look and bright ears of the younger boy, it was surely the latter.
Sanya and Tome exchanged glances. Sanya leaned in close and responded, smoothing out the strand on Tome’s head, “Let’s just say, it will be an eventful day for me and my baby boy.” He sealed his words with a sniff kiss on the cheek.
“Hey hey! No PDA in class. Respect our eyes”, Bridget, the self-proclaimed “PDA police,” intervened, causing a collective chuckle among the students. To which Sanya buried a peck on his partner’s lips instead.
The whole time, Elise observed them giggling at their antics. Even Max cracked a small smile from behind her book.
Despite the playful atmosphere, Elise felt eyes on her, and her gaze met Samuel’s across the room. Their eyes locked, creating a silent connection that held her captive. For what felt like minutes, they sustained eye contact until a body obstructed the grey-haired girl’s vision.
Hesitating briefly, a pair of warm hands turned her head away, and Elise was pulled from her trance. “Oh, it’s you”, she mumbled, the irritation evident in her voice.
The source of her irritation, Trent, settled into the seat beside her, making himself comfortable as if it were a couch at home. His closed eyes were half-hidden behind a curtain of white, messy hair. A unique sight, his attire featured a sleeveless cardigan over his uniform shirt with the tie peeking out. She was not used to seeing him so put together. As her eyes traced the patterns of the tattoo under his rolled-up sleeves, Elise couldn’t help but find Trent attractive, despite his often perplexing attitude.
Meanwhile, Max pausing her book, caught how Elise stared intensely at the zoned-out Trent. Amid Max’s interrupted reading, she suddenly felt a hand brushing against her thigh. For a moment, she considered it a figment of her imagination. However, the hand rested firmly on her thigh, making it clear that this was no accident. Even while observing, the lone hand that mistakenly fell on her thighs didn’t catch her by surprise. Only one pixie head would be daring enough to do that.
As the hand moved along the side of her thigh, a wave of confusion washed over her. She tried to follow along with the conversation, but the gentle caresses from the hand left her mentally adrift. Slowly, the wandering hand crept along the sides of her skirt. The owner of the hand in question kept a nonaligned face on as she poked fun at the male couple in front of her. Just before the hand reached her skin, Max dropped her book, effectively halting its advance. Bri quickly withdrew her hand, placing it on the desk in front of her and offering a playful smile, pretending it was all in jest.
Engrossed in tracing the veins on his arm, Elise found herself lost in thoughts about the feelings he stirred in her. Why did he make her heart flutter so? Elise didn’t notice the now cognizant Trent had leaned into her space,
“Princess, if you want these arms around you, all you need to do is ask”, Trent’s woody voice whispers. His breath fanned the startled girl’s ear, a stray curl brushing his pointed nose. Vanilla with a hint of the ocean breeze. Coconut oil?
“Shut up. You... In your dreams. I wasn’t staring at you or anything,” Elise rambled frantically, firing glares at the stoic male. Oak...Rapeseed...Honey.
A small smirk flickered on Trent’s face as he watched the petite girl panic. He couldn’t pinpoint when precisely it started but he felt the need to push her buttons. Anything to work a reaction out of her.Childish, but adorable. Close friends before the accident but the space of four years caused a rift in their relationship.
Why do I feel this way around you? Why is he making my heart flutter?
Elise’s eyes were drawn to Trent, who was still gazing at her. Their eyes locked, and she couldn’t help but let her gaze drop to his lips. The memory of their kiss flashed in her mind, causing her to choke on her breath and start coughing.
“Elise, are you okay? Do you need water?” Hannah asked, rushing to Elise’s side, with Senza following.
“I’m...cough... fine cough. I just choked on my... hmm...cough... breath”
Between coughs, Elise assured a concerned Hannah that it wasn’t serious, just a momentary hiccup, just before the girl attempted to sprint off in search of water. Shooting the fire user beside her a mean stink eye, This is your fault, making me feel things. Trent just shrugged lazily, concealing a small, secretive smile.
She teased, “Do you think they...”
“They could have...“, the girl on pixie-cut complimented.
A shy voice asked, feeling left out. “Could have what?”
“This is not for your innocent ears, Tome”
Mischief was evident in both their words and expressions as they goggled at Elise and Trent. Bri and her blond minion were certainly up to no good.
“Whatever you are assuming, stop. It did not happen and it never is going to. Kill that thought right now, you two”
Communicating an agreed look, they chorused at the exact time, “They absolutely did”
“Bridget! Hannah!”
“San, what are they talking about?“, Tome cooed to his partner behind him.
Despite seeing the pout on the younger boy’s lips, Sanya just ruffled his hair and dismissed him. The copper-haired boy found himself staring at the pouty lips. Those pretty lips would look even better around my —-.Shutting out the racy thoughts, the tie around his neck seemed a bit tighter as he eased the grip. You are lucky we are in public, baby boy or else I would have wiped that pout off your face.
The boy in question, oblivious to his partner’s thoughts, still sulking about being kept in the dark. The playful teasing continued, with Bri and Hannah making suggestive comments. But Elise was more interested in the man who had been occupying her thoughts.
Bri was busy listening in on Hannah when she felt a hand brush her pants. For a brief second, she assumed it was a play of her imagination. Until she felt the hand rest firmly on her thigh.
“I was thinking of planting more cherry blossoms. There can never be too much pollen. Pink is the theme colour for the day. We agreed that red might be too “in your face”, you know...”
From the corner of her eyes, the owner of the hand was still focused on the book held in her other hand. Maybe her hand fell on me by mistake. Then, a quick squeeze.Most definitely not a mistake! The slim palm caressed around a spot as Bri tried, and failed, to follow along with Hannah’s ramblings.
Gradually, painstakingly slowly, the slender fingers crept along the sides of her thighs, drawing grazing strokes. Max, what is this? Why are you torturing me?
Bri could feel her brain fog up, unable to keep up with the surrounding discussion.
All her senses focused on the lingering touches left on her legs.
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