Chapter 7: Ms. Purity Ring

Chapter 7: Ms. Purity Ring

Brandon’s P.O.V

“Y-you shouldn’t d-do it…in t-the wash-r-room…”

I raised my eyebrows at the little mouse. “Excuse me?”

“I…I know it’s not my b-business…” she swallowed, as if she was finding it difficult to get words past her lips. “But…you s-shouldn’t d-do it…in the w-washroom.”

Wasn’t this interesting? I knew I made women nervous, but this little mousy almost looked scared. Exactly how much of a virgin was she?

“Do ‘it’?” I couldn’t help the tug on my lips. “Do what exactly?”

“Y-you k-know…”Another gulp, another stutter.

“No, I don’t.” I smirked at her nervousness. “Unless you tell me what it was that I’m not supposed to be doing in the washroom, how can I possibly ‘k-know’?”

I had the pleasure of watching her cheeks turn just as red as a tomato as she lowered her head even more to try and hide her blush. Her hands were fisted tightly on her lap and they were turning white from the force with which she had them clenched. God damn! Not only was she a virgin, she was an ignorant one. Fun!

“You know, Ms. Purity Ring,” I pointed to her finger when her wide green eyes snapped to meet mine, before lowering on their own. “If you keep acting like this, you’ll become a laughing stock in a matter of minutes. Get some confidence, little mouse, or you’ll be mince-meat by tomorrow morning.”

I saw her lower her eyes to the ground once again, that blush getting deeper as it moved down her throat. She was wearing a dress that reached her knees with the sleeves half-way down her arms. It was already mid-April, a time when the ladies brought out the short shorts and the short skirts; so I was tempted to ask her if she was uncomfortable or not, but I decided against it. At least she seemed comfortable in what she was wearing, but she did have nice legs.

“S-sorry…” She stuttered out an apology even though she didn’t have anything to apologize for. But at least it helped me break out of my thoughts. I couldn’t believe I was just checking her out! What was wrong with me?

“So?” I raised my eyebrows at her. “You didn’t finish what you wanted to say. What was that again? That thing that I wasn’t supposed to be doing in the washroom?”

“C-coitus…” she swallowed, lowering her head even further. If this kept going, she was going to be one with the floor in no time.

It almost made me chock on thin air. “Excuse me?”

“I-I mean…copula-”

“Don’t you dare finish that or I just might barf.” I shuddered at her terminology skills. Damn, I felt like even medieval romance novels had better ways of describing ‘it’ than she did. “Try again, love. Try harder.” Yes, I totally did that on purpose.

“I-t…was…s-s-s…”

“Sex.” I sighed, rubbing at my eyes in frustration. It was literally no fun teasing her if she was going to keep stuttering like that. “The word you’re looking for is sex, not those prehistoric words you just used. God! It’s pathetic to even listening to them at this day and age!”

A gasp made me look up at her pale face wearily. “Did anyone ever teach you Sex Ed? Didn’t your parents ever give you ‘the talk’?”

“You get education on s-coitus!” Another horrified gasp as she covered her mouth.

“Yes, we do.” I narrowed my eyes at the little ignorant mouse. Which rock was she living under again? Because it clearly belonged in the museum. “It’s where we learn about puberty, sex and periods-”

This time, it was more of a muffled scream than a gasp and I was starting to worry that her eyes would pop out of her head if they bulged out any further.

“Y-you know a-about p-p-peri-ods!”

I couldn’t help it. I just had to.

Widening my eyes just like her, I covered my mouth on a gasp before exclaiming; “You don’t?”

Her expression suddenly turned into a mix between horror, embarrassment and shame and it was all it took for me to lose it. The next instant, I had burst out laughing, clutching my stomach hard as I lowered my head to try to regain control, but to no avail. I was laughing my ass off at this creature that just so happened to have fallen out of the sky, because let’s be honest; at this day and age, it was near impossible for me to even imagine a person who might be this ignorant. And yet…I had managed to find that miracle.

Jesus Christ, she was annoyingly funny!

After I was finally able to get my laughter under control, I turned to face her once again, to find her looking at me in confusion. Yeah, I’d be confused too, if I were in her prehistoric sandals.

“Tell me, little mouse,” I leaned back in my chair, folding my arms across my chest as my laughter subsided. “How good were you in science? Biology?”

Timidly, she nodded her head before uttering a tiny ‘yes’ in an almost inaudible voice.

With the widening of her eyes, I knew that wasn’t the answer she was going for, but I was starting to understand that she might be having social anxiety. So for the sake of her mental health, I decided to go easy on her. “If you were good in biology then you know that…copulation…is a very natural phenomena and a man and woman usually perform it to produce offspring’s.” Dear god, I sounded like a geek!

Her eyes widened once more as her head snapped up towards me. “You were producing offspring’s in the lavatory?”

“Jesus fucking Christ! I can’t do this anymore!” I slapped my hand to my forehead. “Hell no, woman! That’s not the only reason why men and women have sex! We have sex for fun!”

This time, I got an unusual reaction for the first time, as instead of her usual ‘eye-widening-mouth-gaping routine’, she tilted her head to the side, studying me with open curiosity. “Why?”

For a second my eyes traced the lines of her face, the way her green eyes sparked with curiosity…and how her long, silken strands had shifted over her shoulders as she tilted her head. But then I shook my head, breaking myself out of the moment.

“Why do you do anything for fun?” I asked her instead while raising my eyebrows.

“B-because it…feels goo-oh…OH!” Another eye widening episode and I think she finally got the idea about why people have sex. But it also made me worry about her…just a tiny bit. She was way too innocent, too naïve. And to think that the school was already betting on her virginity…I had a bad feeling about this.

But before I could dwell on that thought, Mr. Ruthwell came back inside the classroom and gave both of us a pointed look. “Time’s up you two.” He spoke in his usual booming voice. “You’re free to go home.”

“Sure.” I was the first to get up and move towards the teacher, before leaning down to whisper into his ears. “Keep this detention off the records, Mr. Ruthwell, both mine and hers? We don’t want the board knowing about your little past time now, do we?”

Mr. Ruthwell’s eyes widened in horror but he tried his best to keep the shock from his voice when he said, “Understood.” And then, he all but jolted out of the room like his pants were on fire. Good. The freak had a habit of watching the boy’s locker room. Apparently, watching young boys change turned him on. No one has yet to find direct evidence of the whole situation; otherwise I’d have taken it to the board a long time ago.

Just as I was about to leave the class room though, something interesting came to my mind. “Oye! Little mousy!” I called back to her as I saw her timidly walking towards the door.

She looked up at me immediately, with those big green eyes widening just the slightest. Looks like someone liked that nickname better than ‘Ms. Purity Ring’.

I smirked as I pulled out the chain from my pocket and dangled it from my fingers as I held it up to my face. “This yours?”

A gasp left her lips as her eyes nearly popped out of her skull, and then she was running towards me in a hurry, her hands outstretched as if to reach for the pendant. But just before she could touch it, I snapped it back into my hands and moved it away from my face.

Before she could realize that the pendant was no longer there and stop her advance, I grabbed her from around her waist to stop her momentum and turned us around with her back to the wall, holding her trapped so she couldn’t escape that easily.

Looking down into her wide green eyes, I brought my face closer to hers; making her back away from me even further, but since I was holding her against the wall, she literally had nowhere to run.

“M-my necklace…” she asked me hesitantly, darting her eyes around the room as if afraid someone would see us.

“You can have it back,” I told her, my lips turning up in a smirk. “But first…you’ll have to work for it.”