Chapter 11 — Two Truths, One Lie

Teacher Greg smiled widely when he saw Steffy walking into the room. Several students immediately gathered around her and asked why her blonde hair had turned into a dark shade of black. Steffy acknowledged them nicely and briefly explained that she had a sudden change of heart. He wanted so much to send her his compliments, but held back his tongue, not wanting to create misconceptions in his students’ minds. As a teacher, he did not want to be accused of favoritism; although he favored this gal a lot. In his eyes, Steffy looked stunning in her fresh look.

With her small face, red lips, and fair complexion, black hair indeed suited her perfectly. Teacher Greg had been so enthusiastic about his discussions in his advisory class ever since Steffy joined the group. Maybe because the new student’s intelligence brought his interest to a different level. And not only that, Miss Rivera was not just all brains, she was also beautiful and kind to her classmates.

He often saw her helping them with their complicated math assignments and offering snacks and food to them during recess and lunch breaks. The girl gained a following. And even Teacher Greg had no doubts why Steffy received such attention. Smiling to himself, he made a mental note that later this evening, he will take his student out for a date.

“Come in, Lucio.”

Lucio sat down on a chair reserved for those who will have a consultation with the principal. Except that today, he was not here to consult Mr. Seson on academic matters. He was baffled because the principal had unexpectedly called for him. Mr. Seson had been a father figure to Lucio Hernandez.

He was very grateful that he took him in when he was young, fed him, and treated him as his son. Judging from the deep wrinkles that are visible on his wide forehead and the stubbles on his chin, the fifty-eight-year-old man looked problematic. His bloated stomach was pressed against his table and the perspiration on his face and neck suggested that something was wrong.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Seson. You look troubled.” “Lucio, I need to show you something.” The fat principal ducked and rummaged through his cabinet table, then he revealed a shoebox. Even his voice sounded hoarse.

“I saw this package earlier this morning. But I don’t know if it was left for me the other night or if someone came to my office during the flag ceremony.”

“What’s inside the box?” Lucio asked. The principal gestured to him to look at the item inside. Lucio immediately felt his stomach flipping when he saw the content. “Who the hell would leave that in your office?” he said and stood up as he and backed away from the table. The rotten smell of the item lingered to his nose, gagging him.

“I think it’s directly aimed at me,” said the principal wearily. “I’m still thinking about who the assailant might be.”

“And what could be his motive…” the teacher added. Mr. Seson blew a deep sigh. “We already know what the motive is, Lucio. I had been receiving threats.”

“Threats?” He looked at Lucio, who was also staring at him with a puzzled look.

“They’re after me. That mother fucking brotherhood is moving again.”

“So, why are you telling me this?” the teacher asked.

“I think someone had been following my every move. A member of the brotherhood has found his or her way inside the school premises.” Another deep sigh escaped the principal’s lips. “If I died, Lucio, continue what we have started. No one is to be trusted this time. We should observe all new students.”

Lucio suddenly recalled the encounter in Ormon City. “I encountered a man in a white mask when we attacked the Alphas in Ormon. I shot him.”

“Did you recognize the face?”

“No. He was wearing a fancy mask.”

The teacher stared at the man across from him and did not say a word anymore. He knew the time will come for them to reach this situation and he was beyond prepared. Sighing to himself, he took another glance at the items inside the box.

“What if they will discover your identity?” the principal asked wearily. “That son-of-a-bitch Don Arnulfo is cunning. I’m afraid he could know who you are by now.”

“Godfather, they won’t know who I am. I promise you,” he grimly replied as he stared at the castrated genitals of a man inside the box.

It’s unnerving that a high school teacher took his grade 11 students on a date,” Steffy remarked as she played with her juice straw. “And to think that he brought her to a small bar in his boring town. Jeez! What delicious news for the authorities in the Department of Education,” she teased. The teacher rolled his eyes and chuckled as he took a sip from his beer.

“You always amuse me, Steffy.”

“It’s because of my smart mouth, isn’t it?”

‘And it would be fun to get those mouths to suck my aggressive cock,’ he said in his mind as he felt his pet struggling inside his boxers.

Just imagining it made him feel uncontrolled. The girl had awakened the monster inside him. If only he could have his hands on Steffy, he will do every dirty little thing he wanted to do to her in bed. He replied with a practiced chuckle, “Yes. I am always surprised by how that small mouth of yours gets to be so smart all the time.”

Steffy raised her eyebrows, then reached for her drink. The teacher took large gulps with his beer as he stared at Steffy’s exposed cleavage. She might have a slender body, but the mountains in her chest were quite inviting.

The teacher continued to stare at her as the student moved herself a little lower; she sipped the straw juice with such ecstasy that Greg almost choked on his beer. Though the looks on his student’s face suggested her innocence, he still cannot deny that she was turning him on every fucking second. The girl leaned back in her chair and looked around the small bar.

“I’m bored,” she said.

“What do you want to do, huh?” Greg immediately cleared his throat and offered her a drink. He tried to lower down the tension that his manhood was making by making small talks with her. “Do you drink?” he asked.

“Are you kidding me? I’m a minor.”

“Oh, yeah,” he replied, laughing to himself and suddenly feeling embarrassed. “I’m such a bad influence.” And yet, Steffy surprised him when she expertly opened the bottle of beer in front of her and took large gulps of it with no hesitation. The teacher’s eyes opened wide in surprise.

“Hey, slow down, alright?” he said as he moved to get a grasp on Steffy’s bottle of beer. She smiled when he purposely touched her hand and rubbed her fingers against it.

“I’m a minor, but who cares? We’re in a bar and this is Friday night!” she said as she took several shots again. Greg couldn’t help but chuckle. “Crap! This drink is for losers!” Steffy said as she raised a hand in the air. She gestured to a young server who immediately attended to her. “Give me three bottles of whiskey,” she said to her. Teacher Greg shook his head.

“You’re going to be dead drunk, young woman. Just give her another bottle of beer. Do not listen to her.”

The server gave an unsure look at Steffy while the latter only gave her an intimidating one.

“Give me the whiskey, or you’re fired.”

Mortified, the server stiffened and replied, “Y-yes ma’am.” Steffy giggled in delight.

“What are you waiting for? Hacerlo rápido!” she said as she clapped her hand in front of the server’s face. The poor server scurried to her feet and Steffy cannot help but laugh. “Pathetic,” she mumbled as she sipped another of her beer.

The teacher looked at her with sparkling eyes. “You are such a mean girl, you deserved to be spanked,” he said jokingly.

“Yes, spank me, master,” she said in a sexy voice. Both of them eventually laughed at her silly antics.

“What kind of high school student drinks whiskey as a young adult does? Tell me, Steffy, who influenced you to drink expensive and hard liquor like that? Is it your father?”

Steffy rolled her eyes as a lopsided smile faintly crossed her lips. The server had also returned and served the bottle of whiskey. “So, this is like a Q and A segment, isn’t it?”

Teacher Greg returned the smile and also copied the haughtiness in his student’s tone. “I just want to know who you are, Steffy.”

Scoffing, Steffy took a cigarette from her purse and expertly put it in between her lips. “Why do you care so much about me, Sir Greg?”

Teacher Greg cleared his throat as Steffy gave him a drink. “Drink up, Sir Greg,” she said as she stared at him with those tantalizing eyes. The teacher took the drink without question and they returned to their staring game. “You’ve got high tolerance of alcohol, Miss Rivera. Tell me, how long have you been drinking?”

“You know what, Sir Greg, let’s just play a game.” The teacher heaved a sigh as he looked at her again.

“What game do you want to do, Steffy?”

“They call this two truths, one lie,” Steffy replied in an excited voice. “I am going to say three statements. Two of these are lies, while one is the truth. Tell me what my truth is and if you did, I will drink a glass of whiskey. We’ll take turns in guessing.”

Teacher Greg nodded as he listened to her. “You go first.”

“I am attracted to girls. I am not rich. I have three credit cards in my wallet.”

Greg was quiet for a moment. Then he replied, “You’re attracted to girls?” Steffy smirked some more as she reached for the drink in front of her. “Very good, Teacher Greg.

“My turn. I have a scar on my face. The principal is my father. I want to get laid tonight.”

Steffy suddenly blushed when he said his last statement. “Well, you don’t have a scar, and Mr. Seson is not your father.”

“That’s right, Steffy. I want to get laid tonight.”

“You’re kidding, aren’t you?” asked the girl breathlessly.

The teacher found her reaction hilarious. “Let’s just dance, come on!” he said. They spent three hours drinking and dancing as whiskey kicks in inside their heated bodies. And as their bodies moved to the beat, the teacher cannot help but get his hands moving all over his student’s soft skin. Grabbing her small waist, he pressed his swelling manhood against her stomach.

She looked even more beautiful under the lights as they flashed across her face. Unable to stop himself, Greg pulled her slender body as she tilted her head to him. The gesture looked like an invitation, so, in the heat of the moment, the teacher kissed her fully on the mouth.

“Thank God, Tiffany, you’re finally here!” Steffy rolled her eyes when her assistant, Elizabeth, opened the door for her. “George and I were so worried.”

Elizabeth, also known as Engineer Rivera around this place, gave her a brief hug. Since her mother died, Elizabeth became her confidant. She was her mom’s best friend, after all, so the love that Elizabeth had for Tiffany was equivalent to that of a mother. Upon her mother’s death, the Don immediately hired Elizabeth to look after her. And since then, Elizabeth had always been there with her. Tiffany was not sure whether her father was fucking Elizabeth aside from giving her being his daughter’s assistant.

She had caught her and her dad looking so intimate when she was still a kid and the idea registered in her mind. Besides, Elizabeth once worked as a porn star before Tiffany was born, so the possibilities were quite high. But that didn’t bother her. She knew her father was never faithful to her deceased mom from the very beginning. Such news was never new. She only kept quiet as long as Elizabeth served her well. “I’m alright, Elizabeth,” she assured her. “Where is George?”

“Your father called. There’s some important thing to do in the casino. He’ll be gone for a couple of days.”

Tiffany was delighted. Without George, she’ll be in charge of her car. Such an idea never failed to excite her. “It’s midnight, Elizabeth. Let’s go to sleep,” she remarked.

“Do you want milk?” the lady asked. Shaking her head, she slowly walked towards her room, yawning as she walked through the stairs.

“I’ve had enough whiskey tonight. I don’t think drinking milk is a good idea.”

Tiffany closed her bedroom door and blew a sigh. She laid on her bed and exhaled the familiar scent of newly washed fabrics. Smiling to herself, she let out a chuckle when she realized how silly this night had been.

“How dumb,” she said while laughing to herself. “Poor Mr. Lopez.”