After a few minutes of running the two options through his head, Greg says, “nah, let's do the lightningbolt details tomorrow, including the prepping.”
Tyler nods, “okay, she is your baby,” he says, with a smile at Greg.
Greg looks shocked at Tyler, “sh... IT is not my baby,” he says, “as IF I would date a car!”
Tyler rolls his eyes, “dude, relax,” he says, “it is just a saying. Of COURSE no one dates a car... THAT would be... um... TO weird!”
“Oh,” Greg says and relaxes, he then rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, “sorry mate,” he says, “I am kinda... tensed and anxious today. I just don't want anything to happen to my Jeep, it is my first car.”
Tyler nods, “I understand,” he says, “I'd act the same if I would be gifted such an amazing car as a first car.” The teen then looks at Greg, “I still can't believe your folks giving you the newest Jeep Wrangler as a first car,” he says, “a first car, normally, would be something like a Prius or some trash from at least five years ago.”
Greg just shrugs, “yeah,” he says, “I think they are just extremely proud that I got my driver's license so quickly. It took me four weeks and I had my license, it took my brother Jeff almost three to four MONTHS until he had his.”
Jeff, hearing every word, starts to become angry, he is about to turn on his radio to yell at his little brother, but decided against it, not wanting to cause unwanted chaos.
Tyler chuckles, “well, I know Jeff,” he says, “he never came across as someone smart. He always has this blank dumb expression on his face.”
'Grrr... one more word of insult towards me,' Jeff thinks to himself, 'and I'll turn off my brakes so that I roll into those two little twerps!'
But before that could happen, Mr. Osborne calls everyone together, “okay class,” he says, “class is over. Head to lunch and then to your next classes. Greg, you can leave your car here until after school.”
“Um...,” Greg says, he knows that the last four hours of school a class of Freshman between 13 and 15 years old would be in the shop. Jeff is not the only car standing in the garage, next to the “Jeep” is a Skoda Superb Sportline in the same Royal-blue paint job like Jeff. “I'd rather park my car in the parking lot,” he says, “what if the next class does something to my Jeep? I don't want it to get damaged!”
Mr. Osborne smiles, “don't worry,” he says, “I'll let Mr. Huff know that your car is off limits. Nothing will happen to your Jeep. By the way: you'd still need to get your Jeep registered, or you could get into serious trouble!”
Greg nods, “I... I know...,” he says, “I wanted to register it after school,” the truth is, Greg did not want to register his “car”, what would happen to Jeff's personality if he would? He didn't want his dumb older brother ending up as some weird gay slave! Greg shivers in disgust at that thought.
Mr. Osborne nods, “see to it,” he says, then to all students he adds, “now, all of you: get out!”
While all the students head to the cantine for lunch, Mr. Osborne heads to the teacher's room, there he meets up with Mr. Huff. Mr. Huff is a 6' 8'' tall man, he has the body of an athlete: not to much and not to less muscles, just enough to still be intimidating. He has gray hair and is 45 years of age, he also enjoys bullying the kids in his classes, he knows that no one dares to speak up against him, due to their fear of the huge man!
“Hey Dan,” Mr. Osborne greets his colleague, “looking forward to the four hours in the chop-shop?”
Dan Huff grumbles, “not really,” he says, “you know I am not fond of having to babysit those twerps.”
Mr. Osborne rolls his eyes, “Dan,” he says, “stop your whining. You know it only takes ten to 15 minutes to explain to the students what to do. After that you can head into the back office and play on your phone or watch some porn, I don't care. Just do not touch the blue car in the garage, before you ask: there are two blue cars, the one with the freshly painted coat is of limits, feel free to do with the other car as you please!”
Mr. Huff rolls his eyes, “yeah, yeah,” he says and without another word, storms off.
Mr. Osborne shakes his head as he watches his colleague leave, “that guy need therapy,” he mumbles to himself.
After lunch, Mr. Huff heads towards the school's chop-shop, he groans when he hears the laughter and high pitched voices of the kids, “god... I hate twerps,” he grumbles.
The students fall silent the second they spot Mr. Huff, every happy expression fades and is replaced by a expression of fear. “G-good day, sir,” they all mumble quietly, Mr. Huff just scowls and huffs, he then unlocks the door and the teens head into the garage without a word.
Mr. Huff pushes the last student into the garage, “get an effing move on, twerp,” he says, almost sending the kid flying. He then closes the door and looks around, he spots two blue cars, a Skoda Superb Sportline and a Jeep Wrangler, both looking as if they were freshly painted. “Grrr... I wish Darren Osborn would be more specific at times,” he grumbles, feeling two lazy to contact his colleague and wanting to have his piece and quiet as fast as possible, he simply shrugs, then he turns to face his class. “Listen up,” he says, “put your bags against a free wall, then get your lazy asses lined up in front of the Jeep.” The students do as told, “took you long enough,” Mr. Huff growls, “now pay attention! Your job for the next four hours is to take apart the Jeep, label every little piece and part and note where they belong. I want the Jeep back together by the end of the four hours, NOT a SECOND later!”
The students salute, “SIR, YES SIR!”
A student then raises his hand, “um... a-are we aloud to... um... take apart devices, like the radio, computer, the main control module to have a look how they are designed and made?”
Mr. Huff scowls at the student, “I don't give a RATS ASS,” he barks, “what ever makes you NOT to come and bother me! Now... GET TO WORK,” with that, the teacher storms into the back office and slams the door.
The students look at each other, “way to go Jarred,” one boy mumbles, as the other students start to get everything ready to take the car apart, “now you made the “Wolf” madder!”
Jarred, who is 13, sighs “Darren,” he says, “no matter WHAT you say: EVERYTHING seems to piss him off! I really am asking myself: what made him the way he is?”
Darren, who is also 13, shrugs, “let's not think about it,” he says, “let's just do what the “Wolf” wants us to do. I really don't want to explain to my parents why I am all bruised... once again, even though they don't believe me anyway!”
Jarred nods, the two boys then start to each grab a tool and join their fellow classmates as they begin to work on the “Jeep”.