by A.L. Bridges
Chapter 17: Mistress of Schadenfreude
Jason and I were sitting in chemistry class the day after the whole ‘fake rape’ fiasco, while our chemistry teacher, Mr. Barker, prattled on about military something-or-other.
“Silicon Carbide is this amazing diamond-like substance that has many commercial uses, but it is also used as composite armor on armored vehicles and tanks. Actually, the best body armor in the world is made by overlapping two inch discs of silicon carbide that are only a quarter of an inch thick! This provides for excellent maneuverability and lighter weights while providing the same level of protection as the Kevlar and steel plate body armor that I used in the army. Silicon carbide is rarely produced without iron impurities, which is why silicon carbide has that blackish hue to it…”
I was only half listening as I debated the ethics of the whole situation from two nights ago.
“It’s just kind of messed up! I mean, that was a huge overreaction right? Faking a rape because I flirted with one of her friends a little while you bone the same friend on our couch, and you get a ‘Thanks for your help last night Jason!’” I said to him.
“You really don’t get it do you? You poor, dumb bastard…” Jason sighed.
“It’s obviously because I’m prettier than you!” Jason said with a beaming smile as the picture fades out.