Teach Me!

Scene 4

SCENE 4

Once again, I’m in Mr. Crest’s silver Porsche GT1. Mr. Crest ignited the engine and placed one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear stick. “Do you have anywhere you want to go in particular?” He didn’t seem irritated while I was in his car. Could he be asking me because he wanted to spend more time with me?

I came back with a teasing answer, “Why are you asking me that? Do you want to continue that kiss from before?”

“What?! No! I didn’t say that!” Mr. Crest blushed frantically, his cheeks as red as Japan’s rising sun flag and his eyebrows almost meeting each other. I couldn’t help but admire his cute reactions whenever I tried to play with him. I was lucky to be the only one to see that kind of demeanor, especially from a quirky guy whom you think you won’t be able to win against. Seriously. When did I start becoming homosexual? This guy might probably be a woman inside those clothes of his.

He suddenly asked, “Uhh… why are you staring at my clothes? Are they strange?”

I was alerted by his question. “Not at all. They look good on you. I was just thinking of something…”

“Well, I hope you only had compliments for my clothes on your mind.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything to you today,” I sweared but he looked at me with disbelief. “M-Maybe…I do want to go somewhere with you. How about the arcade?”

Mr. Crest didn’t seem particularly happy about my decision. “Shouldn’t you be going to the public library or the bookstore instead of dillydallying in such kinds of places? And besides I’m a teacher. What would others think if they saw me in there?”

“Don’t worry, you can take off your coat and tie, that way you won’t get suspected for a teacher. I think we should all take a break once in a while from pressuring tasks. Someone once said, ‘All work and no play make Jack a dull boy’,” I disputed his argument.

“Hmph, I don’t think so.”

Ugh. I wouldn’t even be surprised if we arrived at the public library or the educational supplies store. I guess I should beg him to let us go to the arcade. “Please, Mr. Crest. Just this time. Pleaseeeee.”

“But only for today!”

“Really?”

“Yes. But! -- if you do anything to me, I won’t let you ride in my car ever! And supposing you can’t control your teenage hormones, I’ll have to throw you out of here! Got that?!” He was so affected with what I did. I guess he really was displeased by it. “Y-yeah, sure. No problem.”

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The car stopped by in front of the arcade. Mr. Crest took off his coat and tie leaving his white shirt on.  I told Mr. Crest, “You didn’t object too much about going to the arcade. Were you an arcade guy in your student years?” “Yes, I was. But, I knew my limitations like when I should go to the arcade and when I should not,” Mr. Crest replied, folding his coat and tie and leaving them on the chairs at the back of the car. I could almost imagine Mr. Crest in the past as a good student diligently balancing and managing his time between work and leisure.

The glass doors automatically opened as we got inside the arcade. There was an array of arcade machines: crane machines, fighting games, videoke booths and the like. “Let’s play the fighting games, Mr. Crest!”, I happily exclaimed.

“I think I’ll watch first.”

We bought a lot of tokens and inserted one into the token slot of the vacant fighting game machine. I sat in front of the contraption and pressed the start button. Mr. Crest was observing the game behind me.