Among the Mirabilis(Part one of the trilogy)

Chapter 5

The rest of the week went pretty much quietly. Every Friday after school, I would take training lessons in Aikido. I practiced it since I was ten. Real aikido actually originated in the country I was born in, so it wasn't a typical defense skill. I was active and have almost never skipped my training.

While searching for my car keys, I noticed a group of girls headed my way. By my peripheral vision, I concluded it was Suzanna and the rest of her bee hive.

- "Professor. Can we talk?" She crossed her arms. She thinks her attitude breathes fear with me as it does with her classmates, hah! I was once the fear and dread of bee-hive leaders.

"Of course!" The girls surrounded me.

- "Why did you do that during P.E.- that is: why did you demand more of me? Does it have something to do with our encounter at the disco?"

That little thurd. I toss my hair forward over the shoulders, cleared my throat and widen my smile, pretending to be completely oblivious.

"What happens out of the school has nothing to do with it. Your own personal attitude towards me is one thing, but towards me as your professor is completely different thing entirely, same goes for vice versa."

- "Why are you playing innocent now when we both know that you've been taking revenge out on me because of what happened last weekend?"

"So, you want to justify your lack of knowledge by blaming our encounter which happened out of the school? Alright. This conversation is over."

- "Wait! Wait!" she took me by the sleeve to stop me from entering my car. I pushed her hand aside, facing her I continued: "If there is a problem about the way I teach, go ahead and react, consult with the principal-But don't fail to mention that you came to class unready and that your friends (and not just you) have answered the questions." Now she was as red as a poppy. She distanced herself from me along with her ladies in waiting. While I was looking for keys, I didn't notice Max Derek, the boy girls were pining about approached the car.

"professor.." I raised my head and saw him leaning on the window of my car.

"What's the matter, Max?"

"You were very cruel towards Suzanna."

"Cruel? I wouldn't call it like that."

He smiled and replied "That's right. Let's call everything by the right name."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say that really like your temper."

Hmmm flattery.

"That I am very fascinated your vengefulness."

Observant.

"And that you are a refreshment for this school in teaching as well as in putting on a show."

And flattery again.

"Interesting observation, interesting description and analysis but I do not teach either psychology or literature so I don't know what you are talking about neither do I want to."

"Professor, why are you exaggerating the age difference between us? I'm only six years younger that you and that's not so bad. I don't mind it and I don't take you as a coward."

That little turd.. How does he know the right things to say? I must admit the years have nothing to do with maturity sometimes.

"I hope you know you're crossing a line with this talk."

"If you say so.."

"Max, I'm really in a rush. If that's all you wanted to say, I'm about to go and we will forget that we ever had this talk."

He smiled and left and I caught myself biting my lip. Fuck! Have I've been doing that this entire time? I am completely screwed up!