Touching The Heart Of Ace (SAMPLE)

Chapter 15

Dr. Jones was going on and on about how I was a mistake, how I was a shame to this institute, how I was  whoring myself out for expensive gifts, how young people like me had no moral values whatsoever.

Only in formal words.

Well, Dr. Cooper called for a meeting if you could call this public humiliation episode a meeting.

All the teachers, student union president, and student representative of each department, all my classmates, some of my students, even the Jock was here with his boyfriend because Jock was the captain of football team and his boyfriend was the president of writer's club.

Apparently, receiving a Bugatti as a gift was a big deal enough to call down Dean from his busy schedule.

I was at the end of my rope. And this guy who had his tiny wiener hard as nails for me was cutting it.

I rubbed my face on my palm.

"... Teaching is not about knowing all the books by-heart. We, the real teachers and tutors are role-models. We are to show them how one should conduct themselves in society. Is this the example we set for young minds?"

What did I do wrong? I asked the students several times, not to 'shower' me with their gifts. But, the irony! The man who was claiming to set an excellent role model was the one who placed cheap gay-erotic paintings on my desk!

And he was demanding a legal investigation on Mr. Scott's mode of conduct. Was banging head on desk, professional?

"... Mr. Scott should stop exhibiting and practising his... knowledge on other skills in this institute. I have twenty two years of experience in teaching; never once my students felt the need to prance around in front of me to learn a thing..."

"I would stop right there, if I were you."

Silence.

Silence.

Silence again!

Wow, that was all it took!

"Excuse me? Are you threatening me?"

"Yes."

"EXCUSE ME?"

Never mind, the silence was because of the surprise, because this tiny pudgy balding man started insulting me in much more colourful words.

I sighed.

Dean was the only one who was truly uncomfortable in this scenario; may be Rupert and Ned too, ooh, both Julians looked like they wanted to murder Dr. Jones.

It was good to have friends.

All I heard from Dr. Jones' ridiculously high pitched voice was 'legal investigation on my wayward ways and suspension followed by dismissal and terminating my studies'.

"... there is no way this boy can afford a two-million-dollar car even with his skills."

I hated the feeling of being called a whore. Maybe I should start whoring myself out. Then this feeling of defending oneself would not be so bad.

I stood up and the man stopped ranting.

Was he scared of me?

If he was; good!

"Dr, Jones."

He was still hard, wasn't anyone noticing the bulge in his pants?

"Stop talking. Dean, can I please leave?"

"See, everyone see!!! I told you several times Prof. Hops, hiring a boy like him to tutor our lesser students was a mistake! He is arrogant because he had somebody gift him a million-dollar-car and now he thinks he walks on water..."