Induced Charge
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Category:
Original - Misc › Science Fiction
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
791
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Mine. All mine. Don't duplicate it or I keeeeeeel you. No resemblance to anyone anywhere for any reason, living or dead. Also not real. Sorry.
Initial Velocity
Ana and I sat together at the end of the cafeteria table at lunch, sipping on bottles of Dr. Pepper. My bag was at my feet, heavy with failed tests and blank assignments--the subject of our conversation. "Okay, Chrissy. So let me get this straight. Your mom told your dad to get you a good physics tutor, so he got his boss to do it?"
"Basically."
"That is so legit," she enthused, slamming her soda on the table so hard it left little brown splatters all over the dark faux-wood.
"Not really. I'm so nervous. My mom keeps telling me I have to impress him. She's giving me like this blow-by-blow instruction on how to make him like me."
"Haha, not BLOW-by-blow, right?"
"Oh, shut up, Ana." I swallowed the rest of my drink and tossed it into a battered red garbage can. "He's going to think I'm a fucking moron. He's a doctor of something or other and I can't pass high school physics. This is going to suck."
"Dude, that's not fair. He might not hate you." She giggled. "But it is going to suck balls being crammed in a classroom with some old dude trying to learn physics, like, three hours a day."
"He's not that old." I stole her Dr. Pepper and took a drink. "He's way younger than my dad. He's like, thirtyish."
"Hang on, I thought he was the CEO of the whole company?"
"He is. His dad gave him the job after he got his doctorate from MIT."
"Oh." She looked bemused for a minute. "Wait, this is actually Evan Starkwether tutoring you? How the hell are you paying for that?"
I blushed. "My dad says I have to work, as an assistant."
She looked at me, then snorted. "Oh my God, I can so see you sorting files and stuff. In really cute pumps."
I rolled my eyes. "You're ridiculous."
Nevertheless, when I arrived in the lobby of Starkwether Aerospace that afternoon, I had changed from my jeans and sneakers to a nice pair of slacks--and cute pumps. They made altogether too much noise on the grey tile of the lobby, echoing off the high walls, but the echoes got lost before they got to the ceiling, which disappeared into the edges of my vision.
My heart in my throat and my books pressed tightly to my chest, I scanned the room for him, trying to remember what my father had said he looked like. I wanted to find a tall man, probably wearing a suit, with black hair and blue eyes, usually with a little facial hair.
Of course, I guess that would be true whether or not I wanted a physics tutor.
I watched the bustle of people coming and going with fading hope that Dr. Starkwether was actually going to show up. Maybe he just didn't know what I looked like. Maybe he was too busy doing whatever he did all day long. It doesn't matter, I told myself, and sat down on a bench to kill time.
"Basically."
"That is so legit," she enthused, slamming her soda on the table so hard it left little brown splatters all over the dark faux-wood.
"Not really. I'm so nervous. My mom keeps telling me I have to impress him. She's giving me like this blow-by-blow instruction on how to make him like me."
"Haha, not BLOW-by-blow, right?"
"Oh, shut up, Ana." I swallowed the rest of my drink and tossed it into a battered red garbage can. "He's going to think I'm a fucking moron. He's a doctor of something or other and I can't pass high school physics. This is going to suck."
"Dude, that's not fair. He might not hate you." She giggled. "But it is going to suck balls being crammed in a classroom with some old dude trying to learn physics, like, three hours a day."
"He's not that old." I stole her Dr. Pepper and took a drink. "He's way younger than my dad. He's like, thirtyish."
"Hang on, I thought he was the CEO of the whole company?"
"He is. His dad gave him the job after he got his doctorate from MIT."
"Oh." She looked bemused for a minute. "Wait, this is actually Evan Starkwether tutoring you? How the hell are you paying for that?"
I blushed. "My dad says I have to work, as an assistant."
She looked at me, then snorted. "Oh my God, I can so see you sorting files and stuff. In really cute pumps."
I rolled my eyes. "You're ridiculous."
Nevertheless, when I arrived in the lobby of Starkwether Aerospace that afternoon, I had changed from my jeans and sneakers to a nice pair of slacks--and cute pumps. They made altogether too much noise on the grey tile of the lobby, echoing off the high walls, but the echoes got lost before they got to the ceiling, which disappeared into the edges of my vision.
My heart in my throat and my books pressed tightly to my chest, I scanned the room for him, trying to remember what my father had said he looked like. I wanted to find a tall man, probably wearing a suit, with black hair and blue eyes, usually with a little facial hair.
Of course, I guess that would be true whether or not I wanted a physics tutor.
I watched the bustle of people coming and going with fading hope that Dr. Starkwether was actually going to show up. Maybe he just didn't know what I looked like. Maybe he was too busy doing whatever he did all day long. It doesn't matter, I told myself, and sat down on a bench to kill time.