She blinked at me after hearing that, but quickly caught herself.
“I see. Well it is certainly an upgrade compared to your old car. No offense, but that old Jeep of your’s did seem like it wouldn’t survive much longer.”
“Is it standard practice for English teachers to memorize what kind of cars their students drive?”
That caused her to smirk.
“I may have kept an eye on you after your transformation, Mr. Brown. As I said before, it was ... intriguing.” she answered, while her smirk turned into a genuine smile. “Maybe, one day, I will have to ask for your services.”
“Oh?”
Did she just imply what I heard, or did I just hear it because I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her body? There was the possibility that she really simply took an interest in me because she was one of those teachers who cared about her students. After all, she had to know about the harassment I endured in that building, and she probably also heard that I had to literally threaten the principal with a lawyer so he would do his job, since her husband was involved in that event. So, maybe, she was simply worried about seeing the drastic behavioral changes in a bullied student.
I stopped thinking about that when I saw Mia and Joan leave the building, because, as they saw me chatting with Mrs. Jenkins from a distance, they stopped dead in their tracks. They exchanged a few words without taking their eyes off us, and when they started in my direction again, I smirked and decided to use that opportunity.
“And what kind of service could I offer that you would be interested in?” I admit, it was kinda annoying to keep watching my speech, just on the off-chance that she, as my English teacher, would maybe appreciate it.
“Oh, we seem to have quite frequent troubles with our computers. If you are as good with them as your income implies, I would like to make use of that expertise from time to time. In exchange, I would be happy to help you with your studies after classes. These online replacement courses can be quite challenging with nobody to talk you through them.”
“I don’t know, Mrs. Jenkins. Your husband may not be happy with that idea.” I said, as Mia and Joan had definitely reached hearing distance.
“Oh, don’t worry about my husband. You are one of my students! I would be neglecting my duties if I refused to teach you some things.” she smiled.
Again, the way she phrased that last part didn’t necessarily sound innocent, though I couldn’t be sure. However, it sure helped making Mia and Joan think I was flirting with our English teacher in the school’s parking lot. Mia quickly announced their presence by loudly clearing her throat and glaring at me.
“Took you long enough.” I said.
“Oh, you are picking up young Ms. Miller?” Mrs. Jenkins asked.
“Yes. He does. He’s my chauffeur.” Mia explained.
“We already talked about this, Mia. Your parents pay me to keep you safe. Nothing else.” I quickly corrected her as I opened the heavy door for her. Not just because I didn’t like being called her chauffeur, but because I didn’t want Mrs. Jenkins to think I lied about my work. “Thank you for the offer, Mrs. Jenkins. I would be happy to help you out, and I’d love to have you ... teach me.”
Now she looked at me with a single raised eyebrow over an otherwise perfect poker face, watching me as I sat in the car. Whether I misinterpreted her tone before, or she was simply disapproving of my suggestive tone while others were around, I couldn’t tell.
“So. Joan’s going back to your place again?” I asked, noting the both of them sitting on the backseat.
“No. We just thought, since you said you’d drive her wherever she tells you to, we could start by telling you that I need a lift home.” Joan answered with a genuinely pleasant smile, letting me know this was more friendly teasing than mean pushing.
“Sure. Though you’ll have to tell me where that is.”
We drove for maybe five minutes before Mia spoke up.
“What is it with you and old women!?”
“Excuse me?”
“We heard you and Mrs. Jenkins. She must be, like, fifty or something. And is married! What kind of weirdo goes after that!?”
“First of all, if she’s fifty, she certainly doesn’t look like it. And even if she did, I’d still prefer her over the girls in school.”
“What!? Eww!”
“Mia, I know this is probably a concept that’s hard to grasp for someone like you, but there are things in a person more important than their looks.”
“Pff.” she snorted in reply. “Says the guy nobody wants. Of course you’re gonna go on about inner values.” She adapted a mocking tone for that last part.
“Fuck inner values.” I chuckled. “I’m not talking about committed relationships with a lifetime partner, yet. I’m talking about skills for fuckbuddies, Honey.”
“What!?” Joan and Mia asked simultaneously, while Mia didn’t seem the least bit phased by me calling her ‘Honey’.
“Let me be frank here. I want to fuck women who know how to respond, and not an inexperienced girl that just lays on her back with spread legs, making me feel like I slipped her some GHB. I wanna get my dick sucked by a woman who knows how, and not by a girl who needs to talk herself through it and then runs away when she touches cum. And I wanna go down on a woman who appreciates it, not on a girl I have to talk out of her body dysmorphia first.”
“You do that!?” Mia asked incredulously.
“Course I do! It’s hot as hell! Though, I understand that pussy is an acquired taste. Sex is about fun for both participants, and there isn’t a bigger ego boost than a woman passing out from sheer pleasure. Not that you’d know that, when the only guys you’ve ever been with were entitled rich pricks, wearing the official ‘You can beat my ass but my daddy will sue you’ starter pack. Though I would’ve thought Joan knew, after what happened with Jenny.”
That caused both of them to stare at me for a moment, though in different ways. Mia just stared in open-mouthed amazement, telling me that my classification of her usual partners was spot on. Joan, however, looked troubled.
Seeing their reactions somehow reminded me of how things between Tess and me started. I had absolutely no problem talking with girls, as long as I wasn’t interested in them or didn’t have any hope of it leading anywhere. I didn’t give a rat’s ass about what the Bitches of Eastwick thought about me, so I could just speak my mind however I wanted. I wasn’t afraid of rejection, and had no desire to make myself seem appealing to them. Somehow, that made me appealing to them.
“She’s sorry, by the way.” Joan suddenly said, barely loud enough for me to hear. “She tried to apologize to you, but you started avoiding her. She really didn’t start those rumors. They just...”
“What!? Wait!” Mia interrupted, before she started chuckling and continued. “You mean Ava’s seventeenth? Didn’t Jenny leave ‘cause his dick was so small?”
“No. That’s ... not really what happened.” Joan replied, glancing between me and Mia.
Mia just stared at her friend now, no longer chuckling and waiting for her to elaborate.
“I don’t know if he’s small or not. Jenny actually ran because she got scared after seeing ... its size. But you know her, she’s below five feet even on heels, so ... size’s relative here.” Joan finally explained, causing the two of them to fall silent afterwards.
When we finally reached Joan’s home, I spoke up before she could get out of the car.
“Tell Jenny not to worry. I never thought she started those rumors in the first place. With the shit Ava told everyone about me, I wasn’t exactly surprised when you all just made shit up that fit those stories. But the last time we were seen together, it sparked some extra attention I didn’t want. That’s why I started avoiding her, not because I blamed her.”