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past Sue Markson and in front of Jodie Mallock . He reached an optimum ass-viewing position right before the entire class proceeded up the stairs. He allowed Helen to gain a few steps on him, putting himself at eyelevel with the glorious denim covered crack.
     
    There were a few snickers emanating from the front of the teenage group. Snickers that, Alex later found out, were a reaction to a fellow classmate tripping on one of the steep steps leading into the museum's main chamber. As the snickering ascended into full-blown laughter, the class stopped walking up the stairway.
     
    Alex didn't.
     
    Alex's face slid straight into Helen's butt-crack. She immediately screamed and jumped up two stairs, bumping Tara Osburn and Mike Fisher out of her way. An incredibly red-faced Helen turned to face Alex.
     
    "God, Alex! What's your problem?"
     
    And the story ends.
     
    "Anderson!" Blankenship yelled, "Front and center!"
     
    Taking a deep breath and slumping his shoulders a little, Alex slowly walked up the stairway to the front of the class. His classmates parted before him like he possessed some sort of magical power or magnificent presence. In reality, they were excited to see someone get in trouble and were just being polite enough to allow their colleagues enough room for a suitable vantage point.
     
    He passed Helen's boyfriend, Augie , who gave Alex a dangerous look. At least, Alex assumed it was a dangerous look. It was hard to tell since Augie's six-foot four-inch height forced most people to stare at his chest. That plus Augie's bright-ass letterman jacket made it hard for Alex to see his face for longer than a brief glance, but the stance was clear: I'm gonna fuck you up later.
     
    Alex finally reached the top of the stairs and Blankenship pulled him to the side. "Why don't you go on without us," he said to Mrs. Ferrel . "This'll just take a minute."
     
    Mrs. Ferrel , the Parthenon's volunteer guide, nodded politely and turned to face the class. "Okay, guys, if you all come this way, we'll get started," she motioned for the class to follow her. The class walked by Alex and Blankenship a bit slower than they needed to.
     
    Blankenship crouched into Alex's personal bubble and tilted his head forward. That was the strange thing about the teacher. He was a consistent, nervous wreck when all of his students were behaving in a manner somewhat approaching appropriate. But when one of them fucked up, the man immediately became--not just cool--but James T. Kirk cool. "Alright, Anderson, what happened?"
     
    Alex shrugged his shoulders and allowed his hair to hang into his eyes. "I bumped into her."
     
    "Bumped...into her?"
     
    Alex nodded. "Yeah--that's all. Bump. Just a little bump. Nothing--nobody meant anything--I mean I didn't mean anything by that." Alex pointed at the stairway.
     
    Blankenship placed his hands on his hips and let a long silence pass between them. He coughed a little.
     
    Alex shoved his hands in his pockets. "Is that all? Are we through? I don't wanna miss the story."
     
    Blankenship stood there for a few moments and finally nodded. "Do us a favor and stop bumping into people, okay?"
     
    "No bump guarantee, right here, Mr. B." Alex slipped past Blankenship. The teacher's rotten meat smell filled his nostrils and escaped through his mouth. Fighting the urge to puke, he stepped into the Parthenon's main chamber.
     
    And saw the fifty-foot statue of Athena.
     
    It was huge. God, it was huge. Gold armor covered her ivory skin. A spear leaned against the goddess's right side. She held a massive shield in one hand and a person holding a wreathe in the other.
     
    "... originaly built in Athens, Greece around four fifty BC." Ferrel's voice echoed through the chamber. The class was arranged in a semi-circle with her at the center. "From all of the archeological evidence we've managed to gather, this is a very close approximation of the maiden found therein. Notice I said 'maiden,'" she smiled.
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