"Hello there, handsome," a brunette said as she sauntered over to him. The young man got a good look at her chest as she rested it on the counter. C cup. Had to be at least that. And it didn't hurt that her bathing suit was pretty low cut.
"Why, hello to you too, miss. And I must say you have a very attractive body. Do you work out?" he flirted in return, still staring at her chest. The woman giggled and put a soft hand on the boy's face, causing him to look into her eyes.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she replied, giving him a seductive stare. Incredible! For once he had complimented a woman while staring at her breasts and hadn't been slapped for it! It was like a dream come true!
"Now," the woman continued, "I'll show you how much I work out only if you answer this for me..." The young man waited, so ecstatic he was gripping his barstool. "If x is three and y is eight what will z be?"
The young man blinked. "Wha...?"
"What is z?"
"I...I don't understand..."
"JUSTY UEKI TYLOR! If x is three and y is eight, what is z?" The teacher fumed. He had fallen asleep in class again! This was the third time this week. Angrily, she made her way to the boy's desk.
"Tylor!" she yelled, putting her fists on her hips and leaning over the boy's desk, "What is z?"
"BOOBIES!" the boy shouted, and, while in that state of disorientation between sleep and awake, quickly grabbed the pair in front of his eyes.
The teacher froze. The class froze. Tylor froze, finally realizing what he'd just done.
"Uh...I'm sorry?" he tried.
"PERVERT!!!" the teacher screamed, slapping the young man across the face. "Detention for you!" she shouted as Justy Ueki Tylor, age 18, fell to the floor.
(Baka Inc. presents...)
The Irresponsible Student Tylor
Tylor yawned, a few books in his right hand, his book bag over his shoulder. Detention had lasted forever! He normally would have sweet-talked his way out of it, but this teacher was wise to his ways: she administered it herself. All three hours of it.
"Hey Justy!" he heard a call behind him. "They finally let you out of detention?"
The tired student turned around and immediately his face lit up. With a wave he replied, "Hey, Shindo. Yeah, I was the only one there today and I had to stay extra long."
Tylor looked at his friend, a tall lanky kid with crazy hair. Teachers were constantly telling him to fix his hair and his grades, though he usually didn't do either. He was a nice enough kid, just not very bright. Tylor liked him. But then again, Tylor liked everybody.
"Yeah, I heard about that. So did about half the school. Man, I can't believe you had the guts! That was incredible!" Shindo said, tugging on Tylor's sleave with a laugh.
"So...what size was she?" he asked with a wink.
"Eh...I was kinda half asleep at the time..."
"Ah, that's okay. I'm glad they finally let you out though. I got stuck on this one math problem and searched everywhere for you. You're pretty good at math, so I figured you could help me." Shindo explained.
"Why, of course! There's no math problem too big or too small for Justy Ueki Tylor, age 18." Tylor replied.
"I don't know how you can be so good at math, Justy. It's almost as though you like it or something."
Tylor smiled, closing his eyes and rubbing his chin. "I'm just a logical kind of guy and it's rather easy once you get the hang of it. But that's not to say anything of your abilities, Shindo. Math is merely a strength of mine." Pausing for a moment, Tylor opened his eyes and sensing a very slight sadness come over his friend, continued with his arms spread open, "But while you may not be so good at math, you're absolutely wonderful when it comes to sports like basketball. I don't know how you do it! All the running and jumping and constantly knowing what the other guy's going to do with the ball... why, I bet you'll be captain of the team by next year!"
Tylor grinned, seeing the bright eyes and shocked look on his friend's face. "But Justy! I-I-I'm only a first year student! There's no way they'll let me be a captain for next year!"
The older boy smiled. "Trust me! You'll be named captain for next year. You're that good."
Shindo almost shrieked. Captain of the team! It was too good to be true. It wasn't possible. But…it was Tylor who said it and well, the boy couldn't really put his finger on it but he and most of the kids at school knew about Tylor's "abilities." He somehow just knew people. If he told you that you would become student body president, by golly, you'd become student body president. It didn't matter if you were at the bottom of the class and had a criminal record. Tylor knew people.
"But of course," Tylor continued, "Although I do have an ability for math, I can't say I really love it or anything. I just need it for my major."
"Oh?" Shindo asked, honestly curious. "And what's that?"
"Why yes. Is it really that surprising?" Justy replied, a smug smile on his face.
"Well, I-I'm sure you'd be good at it, Justy…it's just...it...it doesn't seem like you...Just...why engineering?" came the stammered reply.
"Just think about it. A cozy desk job. Nice pay. Great job market. They're always looking for people, so it's unlikely they'll fire you once you get in. So you'll have plenty of job security. Plus, let's say I get promoted? Or discover something so great I get the Nobel Prize? What I don't see is why everyone doesn't major in it!" Tylor answered, standing straight and proud with one finger in the air and a huge grin on his face.
"Oh, I see." Shindo answered. "Wow. Imagine you, winning the Nobel Prize."
"Mmm-hmm. Now then, let's go take care of this math problem you need help with."
"Oh, right. Come on. Let's go to my house. My mom made rice cakes today. You'll love them!" Shindo said, grabbing Tylor by the arm and pulling him along. Justy sighed and smiled. Looked like his run with school wasn't over just yet.