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( Christmas Reveals )
… This is the first time I’ve used human names. I feel slightly weird about it, but it became quickly apparent if I wanted some measure of reality, I’d have to ditch ‘em. Sigh.
General Relativity
I. Minkowski’s Four-Dimensional Space (Also Known as “World”)
His name was Mr. Alfred Jones.
Word traveled fast across the campus, and that meant Matthew heard about the infamous Mr. Alfred Jones far before his first Physics course of the year, which was placed at the awkward spot just after lunch (when you wanted to sleep instead of study). He shrugged the rumors off; gossip was one of those things that never interested Matthew. Unexpectedly, they proved to be true-yes, Mr. Jones did have a plastic alien sculpture on his desk that he affectionately named Tony. Yes, he gave his lectures with cookies in his mouth.
Yes, he always looked like a mess ready to happen-a gorgeous mess.
(Matthew took one look, went red, and slunk to the back row of the lecture hall. He normally didn’t like to sit with the slackers, but he had dignity to keep intact, thank you.)
Mr. Jones was one of the weirder teachers at World Academy. That was saying a lot, since Matthew still hadn’t recovered from Mr. Braginski’s metal-works class (he had nightmares about electric saws). He had the tendency to go off on long-winded rambles about global warming and comic books, which endeared him to the female and geek populations immediately (and Matthew). He ate almost constantly, but it didn’t show-his stomach was flat and perfect. Matthew knew this because Mr. Jones didn’t believe in tucking in shirts, so when he stretched up to write on the marker board, the entire class was treated to the bare small of his back. Mr. Jones had a really nice back. And a nice ass.
And a smile to knock your lights out.
The truth was, Matthew never stood a chance. No one did. Within a week, Alfred Jones had World Academy eating out of his hand. Even Mr. Kirkland, the stuffy dean, was foisting food off on him like a particularly irritating but cute stray. The ladies called him “Al.” The guys called him “Jones.” Kiku, Eduard, and Yong Soo hovered around his desk with their science magazines and journals, eager to discuss the workings of the stars with the living proof that science, even the dorkiest of science, could be awesome.
And the kicker of it? Despite Mr. Jones love of gushing, rambling lectures, despite the fact that Matthew spent most of the class daydreaming about fucking his teacher over the podium, Matthew still learned something about the theory of general relativity. Quite a lot, truth be told.
His senior year of college, Matthew’s syllabus was full of literature and English courses. Except for one.
Quantum Physics I.
Sometimes Matthew hated himself.
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