Chapter Six: Racial Profiling

After the girls start fighting and my erection is long gone, the rest of the class joins us in this field. Boba Fett dismisses the rest of the class but us. Two guards from the castle and take Marcus to the Prison of Alakazam. Apparently killing a Mexican is actually crime.

I head back to my room alone. I’m tired as f**k, and I don’t want to deal with anything else tonight. I’m almost to the door of the castle when Blair catches up to me.

“Hey stud, wait up.” I stop and she catches up. “So how did you like that kiss?”

“I have had better.”

“Oh really now?” She looks at me, a bit pissed.

“Yeah. It was rushed and false because you thought you were going to be killed by fuzzy bears.”

She smirks. “I wanted to do since I saw you on the plane but then we didn’t sit next to each other and we weren’t in the same house. So I didn’t know if I would see you again.”

“Sounds like a chick flick.”

“Well, I’m not saying I’m madly in love with you. I just think you’re hot.”

“Thanks, you aren’t too bad yourself.”

She walks up and plants her lips on mine. “Was that better?”

“It could use work.”

She smiles and leaves to her room in Ravenclaw.

I walk down the hallway to my room. They upgrade the building so we have moving elevators inseatd of stairs. I get in one, and I get throw sideways then upside down and finally back upright. It arrives at Hufflepuff common room.

I go to my room and Edward tries to talk to me, but I yell at him. “Your girl is a w***e and kissed me.”

He lays in his bed, shocked. I go up to my bunk.

I hear someone outside in a different room, “CAN’T A GUY JERK OFF HERE WITHOUT THESE PAINTINGS LOOKING AT ME?”

I drift into sleep and dream about some orgy with a ton of hot women. I wake up and my roommates are gone.

I get ready for class. I grab my backpack and put condoms in there this time. Last day class I was unprepared for my classwork.

I go my first class of the day, chico studies. My teacher is Gabriel Andrews. A barely Mexican, non-magical, probably ex gardener. 

He decided to give us a racism and logic test on the first day. I’m destined to fail.

The test is set up that the first part is a statement and I have to fill in the rest:

If a black man walks into anywhere are you allowed to call the police?

If a black man has anything nice, can we automatically think it fell off a truck?

If you are in an accident with an Asian, can it really be your fault?

If a b***h keeps acting up, do I really have to keep an open hand?

If a dog bites a black man, is it a hero?

If a girl breaks up with you, does that make her best friend fair game?

If Mexicans are so good at jumping fences, where are there so many in prisons?

If the girl doesn’t put out, what makes her different then my sister?

If you f**k your girlfriend’s twin sister, is that really cheating?

If murder wasn’t a crime, would we really have exs?

If a guy f***s his pregnant wife, does that count as incest?

If you get fucked by a black man, can you sue him for repairs?

If you walk into a 7/11, is it racist if you expect him to be Indian?

If a zombie bite a zombie would he be a super zombie or go back to being human?

 

I finish my test and it gets graded. I failed, of course.

The rest the class was lecturing. I’m bored.  I’m just sitting here when I look out the window. Then dead batman.

I yell out, “What the f**k, did anyone else see it?”

The rest of the class looks at me like I’m crazy.

“Are you f*****g kidding me?”

They stare.

“F**k you guys.”

I get up and leave. I wander around the school and see an open classroom.

I walk in and see a familiar face, Blair. I sneak in and sit next to her.         

“Hey beautiful.”

She’s shocked to see me. “You aren’t in this class.”

“I’m not. But I was exploring and found you. What class is this?”

“It’s science and Magic.”

“Looks like meth lab. Where are scooter and the gang?”

She laughs, “You are going to get me in trouble.”

“We should just leave and have a good day before next class starts.”

“Fine, but it better be fun.”

We sneak out in the hallways where you can see how cheap the school is when people have Razor scooters instead of broomsticks.

We explore the school, looking at the boring paintings and boring structures. We decide to go out and into the forest.

We see where Boba Fett’s shack is out here. We walk up to it and look in the window. We see a shirtless Boba Fett passed out on his couch. I snap a picture.

Blair looks at me, “Are you gay? Are you going to whack off to that later?”

“No. It’s for blackmail maybe later.”

I smirk and go to the door of his stack. I open the door that was unlocked. The room smells like a dive bar or my dad. I see his weapon holder. I steal his extra blaster. And I spot keys. I steal too.

I go back outside and motion for Blair to follow me. We go to his garage. I look at the keys and it has a keychain attracted to it: Slave 2. We see the Slave 2. It’s an old beat up VW Bus.

I walk up to it, “Really?”

“I guess.”

I use the keys and unlock it. I speak to Blair, “Your chariot waits.”

We get in and I turn the keys. I drive towards the forest. I drive and drive till I get deep inside the place. I stop the car and put it in park.

I speak, “I don’t know what else to do.”

She turns to me and points to an old bed in the back. We both go back then, and try to forget what gross things or crimes happened back here. We make out and it turns into us stripping each other. Just when the stuff is going great, a loud thump hits the roof of the car. So instead of getting dressed and going out, we continue what we were during.

 After we both finish, we quickly get dressed and we go outside.