"Major points, huh..." you mumbled to yourself, looking at the wand with delight. What person did you need to get on their good side?
The answer came to you in an instant. "Mrs. Pinkerton."
There were few things that you hated more than chemistry. You weren't a bad student at all, it's just for some reason you and science never mixed well though on occasion you brewed some dangerous concoctions during lab. A smile was brought to your face as you recalled the time you almost accidentally made mustard gas and caused a mass school evacuation, that resulted in a week's detention but it was so worth it in hindsight.
Ever since then though, Mrs. Pinkerton had been giving you a hard time and it didn't help that she was a really tough grader to begin with. To top it all off, she was the kind of person you'd call a man's woman. With luscious flowing black hair, a toned and fit body, and breasts that would make any man stare in awe, she had quickly developed an infamous reputation in the boy's locker room for being every student's eye candy.
You took small comfort in the fact that you weren't the only one flunking the class, plenty of other guys had trouble paying attention too but that was only because of Mrs. Pinkerton's habit of wearing particularly thin white blouses to class everyday. You weren't the kind of guy that would leer over a woman though, your grade problem was strictly due to your lack of finesse in science, mostly...
"Alright, I got a plan then..." you said out loud. "I'll cook up something she'll absolutely love, get her hooked on it, and reap in the brownie points."
With a little luck, you'd get her addicting to your cooking so that she'd practically be begging for you to bring food in everyday. Sure, it seemed a tad underhanded but your status on the track team was at stake. You were willing to do whatever it took to maintain that status, even if it meant feeding your chemistry teacher the equivalent of crack cocaine if your mother's reaction to your pasta was to be believed.
Only one question remained in your mind. "What should I cook for her...?"
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