Mr. Huff, nor Greg, talk the whole drive, as for Jeff: he stays silent, a car does not talk! But it is hard for the transformed human to keep the urge to wanting to say something under control, but he manages.
Mr. Huff only talks when he directs Greg in the right direction, after a 30 minute drive, they arrive and Greg's eyes widen. “Sir,” he says, “I didn't know you were wealthy,” in front of them a big mansion comes into view.
“I am not wealthy,” Mr. Huff says, “just stop by the gates, I can manage the rest of the way.”
Greg nods, “sorry, sir,” he says, “I didn't mean... .”
“Shut it, Greg,” the man says, “I really am not in the mood.”
Greg lowers his head and nods, he stops his “car” by the front gates and Mr. Huff exits, Greg feard that his teacher might slam the door, but he didn't.
Mr. Huff closes the door and without a look back, walks up to the front gates, he takes out his keys and unlocks the door next to the gates. Before walking through he turns back and sees that Greg is still standing in front of the driveway, 'why isn't that twerp driving off,' he asks himself. When Mr. Huff looks closer, he realizes that Greg is crying, a feeling of guilt starts to grow inside of the man, “oh, for fuck sake,” he grumbles. Mr. Huff walks back to Greg and taps on the window, Greg looks up and is surprised to see his teacher.
Greg rolls down the window, “y-yes, sir,” he asks, wiping away his tears.
“Why are you crying,” Mr. Huff asks.
Greg acts shocked, “I... I am not cr-crying,” he says, quickly drying his eyes, “I... I just had something in my eye.”
Mr. Huff rolls his eyes, “bull shit,” he says, “I know you, and I can tell when you are lying.”
“Okay...,” Greg says, “I am crying, because... because I try to always be so helpful and kind to others. But, I always get treated in mean ways, I never hear a “thank you”, or recieve any kind of recognition. I am not asking for it... but, it would feel nice to have someone at least say “thank you”.”
Mr. Huff is silent for a while, he is really starting to feel bad, Greg hadn't done anything wrong, the teen really just wanted to help, and he, Mr. Huff, is treating this kid with no respect. The man lets out a sigh, “okay, Greg,” he says, “thanks for your help. Even if it may not sound like it, I really am serious: thank you.”
Greg smiles and nods, “I know, sir,” he says, “anyway, I should better head home.”
Mr. Huff suddenly got a thought, “you know, Greg,” he says, “the least I can do is to show you around my house... and, explain to you the reason why I am one big asshole.”
Greg is taken aback, “th-thanks for the offer, sir,” he says, “maybe some other time. I really should get home.”
“I insist,” the teacher says, “just tell your mother you are with me, and that you'll be home in 2 hours.”
Greg thinks for a while, he looks up at the mansion with it's old red stone and vintage architecture, “okay, sir,” he says, “I guess we both could do with some company.”
Mr. Huff walks back to the gates and pushes a button, the gates open and Greg drives through, “just park your car in front of the double garage,” he says, and Greg nods