Author's Note: I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far. Shout out, thank you Ericcg20 for the review.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park
I crutched my way into the classroom. Of course Wendy was already here.
"Oh my, what happened to you?" Wendy said walking over to me.
"I had a little accident while jogging the other day" I said sitting my bag in my seat. "I am much better today than I was the other day."
"I am glad you are okay. Are you ready for day two?"
"Yes"
Wendy laughed. "You still want to teach?"
"I do. I mean the kids don't seem so bad."
"For now" she said sitting in her seat. "Only time will tell. You have your good ones and your bad ones. Good thing about teaching college is we don't have to deal with too many bad ones." Wendy at the beginning of her career taught at a high school. She did not enjoy it too much, with bullying at an all-time high and parents not paying attention to their kids. Kids are out of hand in this generation I must admit.
"What do you have planned for today?" I ask as I take out my laptop.
"We are going to go over the homework assignment followed by a video I found on YouTube. They are lucky I am tired and don't feel like doing a whole lot of talking. This little one is draining me of my life force." She chuckles.
I smile. I get on my laptop and look at Wendy's lesson plan over the next few weeks. The students had started arriving. I stand up with one of my crutches. "I am going to get some coffee. Would you like any?"
"No thank you" smiled Wendy. "I don't think you could carry it anyhow." She was right about that. I went to the mini food court and got me a coffee from Starbucks. I started back to the classroom taking my time. Damn Starbucks and their hot ass coffee. This was really hard to hold with one hand.
I heard a chuckle and looked around. I saw Stan with a coffee in his hand.
"You know you shouldn't be trying to carry that coffee."
"I need it" I pouted like a child. This causes him to laugh even harder. He takes the cup from me. "Come on, I don't want to be late." As we walked I wonder if he was always this nice. Almost feels like fate that we keep running into each other.
"Kyle" I heard the last voice I wanted to hear. I turn around and see Eric. "Slow down there. I would think you were running from me." I grit my teeth.
"I didn't see you. Did you need me to grab Mrs. Testaburger for you?"
"No, that will not be necessary; I will however need you to stop by my office."
"For what?" I ask not wanting to go.
"I would rather not say in front of the student" Eric said acknowledging Stan presence. I couldn't tell what Stan was thinking. He has on a poker face.
"I will be there after class. I must go or we will be late." We started walking again.
"Are you going to be assisting him too?" asked Stan.
"Fuck no!" I exclaimed. I felt myself get hot. "I mean, no. I only assist Mrs. Testaburger." We get to the class with a few minutes to spare. Wendy took note of everyone in class. Pretty scary how she did not need anyone to tell her who they were. She would just look and see who was there and who wasn't. I guess that can easily be done with 20 people in the class. I noticed after homework reviews Craig sliding into a seat. What is with this kid? He whispers something to Stan. Stan shakes his head.
"Craig" said Wendy now standing. "Do you have your assignments?"
"Not really"
"Don't let it happen again or I will have you removed from my class. These students here want to learn. I will not have you take that away from them." I could tell Craig was mumbling but I couldn't make out what was being said. "Do you have something to say Craig?" Wow, Wendy is bold as fuck.
"No"
"Great. Now I am about to show you all a video about the food pyramid. This is a 20-minute video. I expect you to pay attention because I will ask questions regarding the material shown." I press play on the video. I look over at Stan in the back on the classroom. He seems to be paying attention to the video and taking notes. Craig seems to be clowning around on his phone. Craig doesn't seem like the type of person Stan would hang out with. I find Craig very annoying. I wonder how they became friends.
I feel more and more dread as each minute pass. I don't want to deal with Eric at all. I guess I owe it to him to hear out. No I don't owe him shit. I don't even know him. Towards the end of class, I look up where his office is located. He is the dean of the criminal justice department, a dean? I will have to tread lightly and not piss him off. Wendy assigns the class to read the next 3 chapters at home. I gather my items and head to Eric's office.
I see he has a sectary. "Hello" I greet her. "I am here to see Eric."
"Of course, Mr. Kyle" the pretty blonde smiles. "Is there anything I can get you?"
"Um no thank you" I respond freaked out that she knows my name. She knocks on the door. " , your appointment is here." She opens the door without waiting for a response. I walk into his office.
It looks like a mini library. There are wall to wall books. The office space is much bigger than I would have ever thought. Eric desk is in the middle with a huge window behind him. Two chairs are in front of his desk. To the far right is another window where a conference table and chairs are located.
"Please, have a seat." I stand up straight as much as I can with my crutches to not show how nervous I am as I hobble over and sit down. "What happened to you?"
"I got hurt the other day. I'm fine. What is this meeting in regards to Mr. Cartman" I said not wanting to have small talk. He leans back in his chair. I forgot how husky and big he is. I do recall him liking rough dirty sex.
"Well first and foremost I would like to thank you for not telling my wife about us" He places his hands on the desk leaning forward. "Can I trust that you will keep what happen between us?"
"Yes"
"Very good" he smirks. "You know you were the best fuck I ever had." He has done this before? What do I say to that?
"I did not know that. I really must get going now."
"Nonsense" Eric says standing. "May I interest you in some wine or hard liquor?"
"No thank you" I said trying not to become impatient.
"Suit yourself" Eric said walking over to a mini bar to the left of his desk. Can he even have that here on campus? He pours what looks like Hennessy. "How have you been?" Why is he talking to me like we are friends?
"I've been good."
"You sure about that?" he asked pointing to my crutches.
"I'm sure. Your wife keeps me plenty busy" I responded. Eric chuckles.
"She is a tiger. Not to be fucked with, I almost feel bad for those assholes, almost." This is not the same guy I met that night at the bar? Maybe he just played me. Doesn't matter, we both got what we wanted for the night. "So do you plan on teaching here once you done interning?"
"I have not thought that far" I state. I did think about it, but I will not admit that to him. I am not sure where I want to work yet.
"I can put in a good word for you" he said sipping his drink.
"Thank you but I don't even know if I want to work here" What is he playing at?
"You don't have to work here specifically. I can put in a reference for you as well." Nothing about this feels right.
"Thank you so much for the offer" I say standing up grabbing my crutches. "I will let you know when I need the reference." This will be never.
"Sure, sure, where are you off to this evening?" Omg, this guy is going to drive me crazy.
"Nothing, I need to get home and rest my foot."
"Absolutely, you go and rest that leg." I hobble out of there as fast as I could. Eric is kind of scary, scarier than his wife is to our students. I wonder how they met and how long have they been married. I don't want to ask or raise any red flags with Wendy. The less I say the better.