The date had been going well. For the most part, Chet was a real gentleman. He held doors open for Jon, he didn't go on and on about himself, he listened well to what Jon had to say. Jon even felt a little guilty at times, knowing he was stringing the teacher along, making the coach think that Jon was actually Zelda Whitefield, Zoe's cyber-goth friend.
Jon did find it a little confusing that the coach was falling for every ploy that the student played. He'd heard that Chet was gullible from his friends, but he never thought he'd be able to take it this far. A few minutes earlier, while he and Chet were ordering dessert, Jon had commented that in his culture (which Chet thought was Kenyan) men were required to always pay their dates the same amount of money they pay for the meal. Jon wondered if he'd feel guilty when Chet handed over the cheque later that evening.
Probably not. All those laps, all those crunches, all those nasty drills in gym came rushing back to him. Jon thought of this night as a perfect revenge on the teacher for years of abuse. If only he'd be able to tell the other students at school what he'd accomplished he'd be seen as a hero, well, if it wasn't so freaky that is.
Jon took a bite of the cheesecake on his plate. It tasted smooth and wonderful, but he was pretty full from the huge steak he had devoured. The coach had marveled at his appetite, but Jon dismissed his shock stating that it was the new hip thing for all the kids. Girls would now eat the big portions while boys would only nibble on their salads, having to watch their figure.
The coach had stared at him, for a moment, then slowly and subtly began to eat the restaurant had put on his plate to garnish his order of ribs. Those ribs were hardly touched by the end of the meal.
Next on the agenda, Chet would be taking Jon to a movie. Jon wondered what mischief he could cause there.
