My grandmother was right to do so. In that village, teenage pregnancies were common, and in class I could watch live and in color as a few bellies grew. That was the deadliest sexual disease one could get.
A Baby.
I was also brought to a home delivery in the village; it was normal for the older women to help the expecting mothers while giving birth.
And I saw everything. Being positioned in front of the woman who was giving birth, I could see the feces, the blood, the small alien that fought itself out, the injuries her body took, and the afterbirth. It was really the most life-changing experience. What others found to be the miracle of life, I found so horrifyingly disgusting that I really questioned why humans hadn't preferred to go extinct. That was just plain masochism.
So yes, I was one of the seldom-seen successful girls, with neither a sexual disease nor an alien, and if it went my way, every kid would receive this kind of education. Maybe Jude would have been safe from whatever he was possibly carrying around with him at this moment.
Although I thought so, when standing with the kids at the running track and giving them the start for them to run, my eyes still followed Jude's body, strong, agile, and fast. He was really fast, reaching the finish line with a lead.
And he even swiped his sweat away with his shirt, showing once again how fit he was—mermaid line, six-pack and all that included.
Looking away, I admonished myself for joining Jude's misbehavior.
Jude's partner was way behind, and another student managed to reach the goal before him. Sadly, it was the blonde bastard from before.
After taking a few steps towards the two winners, I had to change the rules,
"You two can choose five pairs; your old partners are now a team as well."
Blonde looked at me in an unfriendly way, and Jude didn't react, besides again pulling his shirt up. Sighing, I went to the other students, who slowly followed to the finish. While bypassing Jude, I hit his hand with my clipboard.
Go and strip all you want, but not in my lesson.
Hearing his irresistible deep chuckle, I hurried my steps to the others,
"A new team was formed; get ready to be chosen or to run."
Jude turned to me, but I went back inside. The blonde bellowed a few names, all being girl-teams; I reckon to see them jump up and down while playing.
The girls were happy, and I never heard Jude choosing anyone; the blonde guy had achieved the power I wished for a little nerd to have.
But a torment is a torment; there was no way to take it back.
When taking a seat inside the sports hall again, I only then realized that Jude had followed me silently, sitting beside me as if it were his home. I drank my water and put it away again, ignoring him.
He was leaning back with crossed arms and outstretched legs, as he watched the pairs of girls getting ready for volleyball.
"How old is your cat?" His voice suddenly sounded, and I was confused by the topic, until I remembered that he was present at the cuddle session yesterday. Though this would be the perfect opportunity to ask him to stop coming by at night, with the other students far enough away to not overhear us, I didn't mention it as it would showcase his lunacy too forthwith.
"Older than me." The cat was with my grandma, having been taken in before I was.
Jude leaned forward, propping his arms on his thighs. He suddenly turned his head back to me and searched my eyes, holding me in place with his abyssal black. He asked his next question with ominous interest,
"How old are you?"
I tried to avert my gaze, but couldn't.
"Thirty."
Jude didn't look away, and the situation turned strange again. He nodded slowly before telling me what I already knew,
"I am eighteen." Standing up, he walked back to the volleyball field, standing with little interest in one of his teams.
What was that? Have we just introduced ourselves again? Are we now friends or what? This kid is so strange.
As I confusedly looked in his direction, I noticed the brunette girl, whose name was Amanda, staring at me strangely.
Oh, dear god, I know that look. Unwarranted jealously. Was that the girl who screamed at me to go out of Jude's room on my first day? The one riding Jude? The hair color matched. I hope she didn't see me as a rival because she couldn't be more wrong—a whole generation wrong, as his father was my husband, not Jude.
While I didn't mind getting on the student's bad side, it would be annoying to have her putting dead frogs on the bench or seat I usually sat in. At my workplace, there was a pair in one of my classes, and the girl had the illusion that her boyfriend had a crush on me, so it rained dead frogs every few days - an ugly way to show one's hatred.
I took them home, but even my cat didn't want to eat them, so they were thrown in my perverted neighbor's garden and ended up being his problem. Luckily, they both soon graduated, and it was over faster than she had let me catch her. If I had, I would have let her fail my class, but that would have ended with me being the one to suffer, having her around for an additional year.
There is no perverted neighbor at the moment, only a perverted husband, and I don't think it would do me any good to throw dead frogs at him, so I really didn't need a similar situation to occur.