This won’t end well (Part 2)
Read Part 1 here!
Stopped in his tracks, Jake stood still in front of a fidgeting Mrs. Anderson, who reared back her heavy palm and slapped the figurative shit out of Jake. The whoop from her fat hand smacked away Jake’s tears, splashing and drenching the shocked students, and left a pudgy imprint on his aching cheek. Mrs. Anderson’s jaw dropped over her triple chin, as even she looked surprised at what she had done. The students sat with eyes wide open after witnessing the carnage.
Just then, Principal Patterson stormed through the door and demanded to know what happened, his white, raised eyebrows nearly touching the top of his receding hairline.
“Class, what’s going on here? What’s with the ruckus!?” He asked, his wrinkled forehead crunching as he questioned the room.
“Mrs. Anderson smacked Jake!” One of the students near the back shouted.
“Yeah, we saw it! She smacked the literal shit out of him!” Another chimed in.
“Mr. Patterson,” Mrs. Anderson interrupted, “these students, these trouble-makers, they have no idea what they’re talking about. Things may have gotten out of hand, but…”
“You’re right! Your hand is what got out of hand,” Lacey yelled jokingly from across the room, sticking up for Jake, who stood dumbfounded at everything that had just played out in front of him.
“Mr. Patterson, you can’t believe these shit heads. They’re nothing but a collective good-for-nothing group of underachievers. They’ll never amount to anything and can’t be trusted! You know that!”
Principal Patterson dismissed Mrs. Anderson’s pleas and stood near the white board at the front of the room, folded his arms behind his back and scanned the room for clues as to what might have happened. A hand imprint bruised onto Jake’s face gave it away, leading Principal Patterson to take a shaking Mrs. Anderson outside the class and into the hallway.
With the door slammed shut, Jake and the rest of the students creeped closer to eavesdrop on what was being said. Nothing but back and forth shouts muffling through and under could be heard, but from what they could tell, Mrs. Anderson seemed to be yelling the loudest.
Finally, Principal Patterson entered the room, huffing and puffing, and explained to the class that Mrs. Anderson wouldn’t be coming back for awhile. The class, including Jake, cheered and shouted and clapped for joy as they ran around the room. Some of the students hugged and embraced each other and took in the moment, as they saw it as a win for the home team, The Underachievers.
“Alright now, class,” Principal Patterson implored, his strained voice cracking with each syllable as he wiped away a few drops of sweat and tried to calm the rowdy room.
“Orchard Park High is very sorry with the events that transpired today, but I assure you that nothing like this will ever happen again. We’re a well-trained group of professionals that pride ourselves in delivering credible results, and well, something of this magnitude cannot and will not continue. With graduation only a few weeks away, a drastic decision had to be made. As a result, Mrs. Anderson will no longer be allowed to work here.”
“Woo-hoo! Oh, baby!” The students exclaimed.
“Mrs. Ander-ass has sung and left the building!” Another chimed.
“Quiet! Quiet, class! I’ll soon call for a substitute for the rest of the day. I will not tolerate another outburst from this room, so please, class, show her the utmost respect and keep calm.”
A few moments later, a stern looking older lady entered the room as Principal Patterson limped out, surely tired from the day’s unusual duties. Unlike Mrs. Anderson, the substitute exhibited a sense of true authority only achievable through years of experience and dedication towards her craft.
Barring only a few snickers and whispers, the students did as they were told and kept mostly calm until the end of the day, when finally they packed their bags with books, grabbed the rest of their belongings and left as the bell continuously rang.
Once outside, Lacey offered to give Jake a ride in her too-cool-for-school, yellow convertible, which seemed to match her hair and compliment her piercing blues.
“Um, yeah, sure. I’ll take a ride,” Jake answered surprisingly. “I should probably just head home, but, yeah, I’d really appreciate it.”
“Great. It would be good to get to know you, finally,” she continued, giving him a wink that sent shudders up his spine and down to his nether region, a feeling he wasn’t quite comfortable with but kinda enjoyed.
It was then as the two walked toward her car that Jake noticed the wind picking up her short, flared blue skirt and blowing her curly hair. With the cool breeze blowing against her chest, perfectly outlining her perky breasts, Jake felt a shifty awkwardness awakening in his crotch that he hadn’t quite been prepared for.
Trying to hide his excitement, Jake sat in the passenger seat with his bag on his lap as Lacey ignited the engine and revved up the pistons, sending sparks to the combustion chamber to rouse the 8-cylinder beast. The vibration from the motor shot a tingling sensation through his body and into his mind, giving him magic to imagine a naked Lacey driving towards his house, where he hoped something, anything would happen. But without knowing if the feeling was mutual, Jake ignored every instinct in his body and concentrated on what she was saying, less on what she was doing, how she looked. It was a difficult ordeal that required a certain type of concentration that he hadn’t quite perfected in his limited amount of time with girls. Without being able to turn his eyes from her radiating sexuality as she continued to drive, Jake looked for a distraction.
“Hey, actually, let’s, uh, let’s go get something to eat. My parents won’t be home for awhile, so maybe it’ll be alright,” he suggested, trying to think more about food than whatever was going on between his legs.
“Yeah, dude. That’s what I said. Hellooo? You don’t really pay attention, do you?”
“Um, yeah, I guess not. I don’t know. I was just thinking about something else, I guess.”
“You really should pay more attention and be a lot more confident, Jake. These things matter more than you know. And, don’t concentrate so much on…you know what.”
The two pulled into a fast food drive-thru, ordered a few tacos and began devouring them in the car.
“Don’t worry, Jakesss. This is on me,” Lacey said while crunching down on a cheesy, chicken taco.
“Why are so many students giving you such a hard time anyways?” She asked.
“Uh, I didn’t really want to talk about this. But apparently I yelled, ‘Stop shouting at me! Stop saying Jakesss!’ while in class. It was embarrassing, but I guess I was having a bad dream or something.”
“Or something?”
“Uh, to be honest, I think I saw and, or heard something. It was creepy,” he revealed.
“You know, I don’t really care about that. You’re kinda cute and you’re a bit of an outsider, like me. I like that,” she said while wiping hot sauce from the side of her mouth, her actions reigniting thoughts Jake had successfully suppressed, thanks to the flavorful fast food.
Finally, the two drove off and blasted some tunes as they soon neared Jake’s home. With only an hour passed after school ended, Lacey suggested they go to his home.
“You know, my parent’s actually might be home soon. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” he proposed, noticing again the awkwardness shifting towards his direction.
“You really shouldn’t worry all the time, Jake. It’s not healthy for you,” she said as she invited herself in.
Jake reluctantly opened the front door, taking her word that nothing bad would happen, and walked inside without the slightest idea as to what could happen. Being new to the dating scene, and still not sure what the trip to the restaurant really meant, what her winks really conveyed, and not sure if she was intentionally trying to pique his interest or tease him, Jake tip-toed around the possibility that this could be the first time he would ever have sex or the first time he would be emotionally crushed.
“So, what should we do, Jake?” She asked while taking a seat on the couch, leaving plenty of room on either side, her hair bouncing as she settled on the deep cushions.
A long pause of silence filled the room.
“We could watch TV, I guess,” Jake suggested as he took a seat in a reclining chair, as far away from her as he could possibly get.
“I have a better idea,” she responded. “Why don’t we watch TV in your room,” she said with a wink.
Heavy breaths and deep beats of blood flowing inside Jake’s body drowned out all sound, while a spike of adrenaline blurred his vision and sent his mind into such a tizzy that he had no other way of answering:
“Sounds like a great idea.”
Leading the way, Lacey took Jake by his hand and into his room, where a very happy, but very shy Jake tried to follow her moves. It was a moment he had day-dreamed about many times, but one he thought wouldn’t happen for quite awhile, at least with a girl as outstanding as her. But before he knew it, clothes were on the floor, the covers were pulled back and both of them were caressing and canoodling with an unmatched passion that only young lovers could enjoy.
Suddenly, an overstimulated Jake gave way to his sexual inexperience and released his feelings all over the place.
“Oh, Jake,” she said with a giggle. “Is this your first time?”
“Um, yeah, kinda.”
“You should have said something. But don’t worry. It’s cute.”
