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As I looked over the menu my stomach began to rumble. Chili, chicken fried steak, burgers and steak.
"See anything you like?" Drew asked.
I put the menu down and looked at him and he was looking at me with a smirk on his face. "Yes."
"Care to elaborate on that?"
"The chicken fried steak sounds amazing."
"It is. They make a wonderful corn bread and yeast rolls. All homemade."
"Nice. Most restaurants where I grew up bought them and just heated them up."
"Sounds about right. A lot of people would rather buy it than make it homemade."
"Can't argue there. My aunt's cooking is really good. Normally, my mom would pick something up or just make something very quickly. I never had fresh bread till I moved here."
Drew smiled.
"Good morning, my name is Faith and I'll be waiting on you today. What can I start you off with today?" A young women said as she walked up to the table.
"I'll have a black coffee," Drew said.
"Do you have hot tea?"
"We do. Black or green?"
"Can I get green with a lemon on the side?"
"Sure thing. Are you ready to order or do you need a few more minutes?"
I looked at Drew and said, "I'm ready."
"Go ahead sweetheart," he said, causing my heart to skip a beat.
I looked away and looked at the blonde-haired waitress and said, "can I have your chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes?"
"Sure. Would you like rolls or corn bread?"
"Corn bread."
"Soup or salad?"
"Salad with ranch."
"Good choices. And for you sir."
Drew ordered the liver and onions, of course, with corn bread and a bowl of chili.
It didn't take long for the waitress to bring our salad, chili and drinks, and we began to eat.
"So who are your teachers?" Drew asked.
I looked at him as I finished chewing the bite I took. "Mr. Brown, Mrs. Livingstone and Mr. Drake," I said.
Drew's eyebrows arched and said, "only three teachers?"
"I have Mr. Brown and Mrs. Livingstone for two classes."
"Nice. I had Mrs. Livingstone as a teacher. Hated her class."
"Why?"
"Because I was so bored."
"Ah, and what class is that?"
"Math."
"I have Mr. Brown for math and social studies. Mr. Drake for Biology, " and as Drew took a bite of chili I said, " and Mrs. Livingstone for English and s*x ed."
Drew began to cough as I said s*x Ed and I smiled. "She teaches what?"
"English and s*x ed."
"Dear lord. They are teaching s*x ed. Why?" He said as his face flushed.
"Because kids have s*x at a younger age and parents don't always give the talk," I said.
"I'm shocked the parents are allowing this. You don't seem shocked one bit by this class."
"I've been having s*x Ed classes since I was in fifth grade. Nothing new to me."
"This world is going to hell," he said as he took a sip of his coffee.
"And how old are you because most schools teach s****l education?"
"That is the parents' job, not the schools."
"If kids waited for their parents to have the birds and the bees talk, there would be a hell of a lot more teen pregnancies and a lot more sexually transmitted diseases."
"Still the parents job."
I looked at him and said, "And when did your dad have the talk with you?"
"When I was fifteen."
"Lucky you. My mom never gave me the talk. If it wasn't for school I wouldn't know of the different ways to protect myself or what the potential consequences are if I sleep around."
"Plan on sleeping around?" He asked as he leaned forward with a stern look.
"No, but knowing the risks makes me want to wait even more. My mother never would have talked to me about s*x or even a period. My mother was the type to hold her head in the sand. A lot of parents are that way. They don't think their child is old enough or they are not ready to admit that their child is grown up. Therefore, the school has to intervene."
"Communities here teach their children to wait till marriage. Therefore, a s*x education class is not needed."
Just then, the waitress walked up and placed our food in front of us. "Enjoy. If you need anything let me know."
"Thank you," Drew and I said at the same time, keeping our eyes on each other.
"Ignorance," I said as I shook my head and began cutting into my food.
"Not ignorance, facts." He said,
"Okay, Mr high and mighty. Not everyone goes to church or believes in those values and, before you say that, there is always one in the group. If that one bad apple knows what s*x is and hangs out with someone who has no clue what it is but knows that s*x before marriage is bad, then they could be taken advantage of. That bad egg could call it something else, then that one goodie too shoe talks to a friend or someone of the opposite s*x and does it with them. Soon, teen pregnancies are up and stds are on the rise. Just because the school teaches it doesn't mean that the student has to act on it. Knowing what a std is, does and looks like won't harm a soul. I'm more afraid of catching an std then anything else."
Drew shook his head and took a bite of his food. He didn't say anything and I just smiled. Once we were done eating, I was about to pull out some money but he said it was his treat. The remaining drive to my grandparents' house was filled with silence but I knew I had won that fight and I couldn't help but smile.
As we pulled up to the house, I broke the silence and said, "Drew, how old are you?"
" Too old for you darling."
I felt my heart c***k a little but I chuckled and said, "Seriously, how old are you?"
He parked the car and said, "Twenty six."
I looked at him and said, "Wow, an old man."
Drew's facial expression was priceless and I laughed as I got out of the car. He was only seven years older than me.
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