Ch 10 - Changes

John met this morning more calmly than usual, at 6 a.m. his grandfather did not come to wake him up with a cold bucket of water. The guy got up an hour later than usual, so he was late for the school bus after doing all his duties around the house. He had thoughts about skipping school, but the promise given to Pamela smoothed this desire.

The usual breakfast and chat with the family, and then begging his grandfather to drop him off at school.

- Grandpa, take me to classes , because it's your fault I'm late today.

- No, I have a hangover if you want to be in school at time, you can get to it on your own two feet, at the same time you will train your body .

- I don't have a change of clothes there and I don't have physical education today either, I don't want to stink all day afterwards.

- Then take your father's motorcycle, you know where the keys are and try not to crash, that's all. You have options, choose for yourself, but leave me alone and my head is splitting. And in general, when I was your age, I was walking 10 kilometers to school in winter every day .

The previous owner of this meat suit was waiting for this permission. Since childhood, John dreamed of cutting through the roads on his father's motorcycle, he loved the sound of the engine and the feeling of wind in his hair from the first time, riding it with his grandfather. Who hasn't dreamed of riding a motorcycle? Especially if an iron horse of the Harley breed is already standing in your garage, and you can only walk around and lick your lips, occasionally sit on it, imagining yourself to be a cool biker, but that's it. Only sometimes, and only after Johnny turned 14, his grandfather allowed him to ride on their territory around the house.

The dreams of old John were passed on to the new one, gradually the child's personality merged with the adult and soon the transmigrator himself will not be able to say which one of them is the main or the real player. There was no point in worrying, and there was nothing to worry about, the old life had sunk into oblivion, the memories of the family were erased, what was the point of worrying about the past when all your innermost dreams and fantasies come true before your eyes?

- Well, that's fine, I left and I won't give you the keys back anymore. Have a good hangover day. Bye grandma .

Jonathan ran out of the house, laughing with happiness, slammed the door harder in order to cause maximum discomfort to the grumpy old man. Isolde appreciated the gesture of her grandson, watching Vlad suffering from a loud clap with a wide smile.

Approaching the only relatively new building, John whistled some catchy melody while twirling the keys from the garage on his finger. The guy's mood was rising every minute, from the very morning, the day will definitely be great, there are positive changes all around. After opening the iron doors, Jonathan let in the rays of the morning sun, which fell directly into the center of the room.

- I will definitely love this motorcycle, the main thing is not to come up with a name for it, otherwise I will become one of those weirdos who calls their vehicle their "Swallow". What do you think, Mara?

- <I think you've already come up with a name.>

- Nope… Dullahan…

- <…>

The motorcycle was in a separate dry garage, which was built specifically for the preservation of this miracle of engineering dreams. He was covered with a thick cloth that protects from dust and moisture, the mysterious and alluring silhouette seduced John as the promises of politicians about a better life and making country great again, and the rays falling on the fabric gave the picture a little magic.

Carefully and tenderly pulling off the fabric, John froze, a chrome-plated beast shone in front of him. Taking out the motorcycle from the garage, not forgetting to take a helmet and a leather jacket from the shelf, the guy was about to leave for school. The grandmother's call attracted the teenager's attention, she waved to him from the porch, beckoning him to the house. Without hesitation, the guy closed the garage behind him and rolled the Harley towards Isolde.

- You forgot the keys to the house and something else from me personally.

- And what is it?

- Your documents, of course, you don't want to go to the impound lot for your transport later, do you?

- Grandma, are you giving your grandson a fake license now? In which I'm, uh... 21 years old?

- Yes.

- How did you come up with this and where did they come from?

- It doesn't matter.

- Well, they don't look a gift horse in the mouth, thanks Grandma.

- You're welcome, do not exceed the speed , do not crash and do not forget to refuel the motorcycle.

- I named him Dullahan.

- Really?

- Absolutely.

- Go ahead, you inventor, before you're late for lessons.

After saying goodbye, Isolde watched her grandson leave.

- "Ehhh, he will soon become quite an adult and leave us, it's good that there is at least some part of my native Ireland in him, he still remembers my fairy tales. "

Life in the outback has its pros and cons, at the moment John was enjoying one of the most important advantages. Free and smooth roads, almost no police and a complete lack of speed cameras, you can accelerate without fear of hearing flashing lights and requests to cling to the curb. The wind from the speed did not penetrate through a good leather jacket, beautiful forests and fields on the sides of the road and most importantly, freedom of movement, all this sinks into the soul in a matter of moments. So John got hooked on a two-wheeled needle, already thinking about how he would go to New York next summer on his Dullahan. The drive to school took half the usual time, if not a third, another plus.

Having arrived and parked, Johnny realized that he still had time before the first lesson, he writhed a message to Pamela and received an answer, the guy decided to wait for her bus in the parking lot, sitting on his new pet.

- Mara, I'm worried that my sweet Dullahan will be scratched or stolen. I don't trust our valiant servants of coffee and donut, and the teenagers of the Radnecks who have a grudge against me, even more. Is there anything in the store from theft or damage to transport?

Stroking the blood-red gas tank, Johnny asked.

#

Anti-theft magic sticker: by sticking this magic talisman on the surface of a car, motorcycle or other means of transportation, your vehicle will become indestructible after parking, and everyone who wants to move it without your permission or steal it will be cursed and tear their backs during attempts.

Price: 250shp.

- That's what I need, one please.

- <Your purchase is in the inventory, I strongly recommend sticking the talisman under the seat, where it will be less susceptible to moisture and will last longer.>

- I will do so. Hmm... a pentagram on a piece of paper, I thought the drawing would be cooler.

Five minutes later, a bus pulled up from which a sleepy girl got out, sending others very far away and forever, with one glance. The eyes of this person became kinder when she saw a guy she had a crush on for a long time, noticing that his ass warms the motorcycle, she was surprised at his impudence. After all, everyone knows that touching and sitting on other people's motorcycles is taboo, if you are not the asshole, one of the reasons for this is the high probability of catching a good blow, a knife or even an gun olive in the body, depends on the owner of the motorcycle, the time and place in which you are.

- Hi Pam, how are you?

- Hi, everything was fine until I saw you, get off the big uncle's motorcycle, let's go to school, I have first lesson with you.

- Oh, so I'm a big uncle now? I don't mind, but I won't pay for you in stores.

- Completely stupid? Get down, it's not polite.

- You didn't understand, here are the keys. It's mine and now I'm going to ride it to school and home.

- You're 15, you can't run it legally.

- Maybe.

- Is he really yours?

- Yes.

- And you came on it?

-That's right. Let's go to school for now, I'll answer the rest of the questions on the way.

- Okay, aren't you afraid that the police will catch you?

- Nah, I have documents. Here, look at them.

- You're 21 on them, it's not legal either.

- Yeah, I know.

- How did you get them?

- A secret.

- How much did it cost you?

- A big secret!

- Are you like a secret agent?

- Super secretly secreted secret.

- You're giving me a headache.

- That's the goal.

A friendly blow to the shoulder from a girl and a giggle from a guy, smoothly flowed into conversations about the daily things . Pamela still didn't fully believe that the motorcycle belonged to John, but if that was the case and he rode it normally, then she would definitely make him drive her at least sometimes, and preferably every day. Perhaps even from school home and vice versa, at Pamela's age and with her tastes, a guy with a motorcycle and an appearance like John's is the limit of dreams, a prince on horseback or a handsome guy in a leather jacket on a motorcycle, a gothic metal lover will definitely choose the latter. Although the guy had both.

On the way to class, John thought about the strange feelings from Miss Smith, yesterday she helped him not to get into trouble, and a little later she signed up for her grandmother's club. Let's see what she will do today, the main thing is not to stay with her just the two of us, today is her first and last lesson, nothing strange should happen. But even if it happens, what should he be afraid of, in the worst case, John will run away, and at best complete one of the tasks. Every case is gods.

After entering the classroom, a couple of friends sat down at the end of the class at neighboring desks, so they could talk during classes and being next to someone familiar is always more pleasant than sitting surrounded by strangers or those who are not pleasant to you. The remaining time before the school bell was spent discussing drawing, various techniques and materials for it.

A couple of minutes before the bell rang, the door opened, and Miss Smith smoothly and gracefully entered the room. Her long blonde hair with small curls, waved due to her movement. Almost golden waves of her hairstyle decorated the woman, today she did not gather them in a high bun, as usual. Elegant glasses with thin frames, instead of large one, favourably highlighted her blue eyes and neat nose, light makeup and pale pink lipstick gave a little extra tenderness and innocence to her seductive face. A black business suit with a white button-downed shirt accentuated her hourglass-shaped figure with big breasts and a peachy ass. Long and straight legs in black tights ended with neat feet decorated with branded high-heeled shoes with red soles, giving them a look that would make one famous film director salivate. In general, the appearance of the young teacher was completely different from her usual image, no baggy clothes hiding the figure, only a balanced selection of clothes, exposing her mature beauty.

Stopping at the teacher's desk, Ms. Smith greeted the students with a barely perceptible smile. The male part of the class fell into a trance because of the changes in the teacher, and the female cast envious glances. Every teenager thought that the seductive teacher was smiling at him, and John knew for sure that Lavender Smith had dressed up and made up for one specific purpose. Her eyes, behind narrowed eyelids, burned a hole on John's muscular body, her gaze walked over his face, assessing his beauty, and her smile ambiguously hinted at something.

- <Master, in general chastity is in danger, I read her very strange brain waves and emotions.>

- "Don't worry, Mara, this older sister is definitely targeting my body, just like Jessie said. But I have to admit that her aura doesn't inspire confidence."

- < Be careful with this woman while you have a zero level.>

- "I'll try, dear, I'll try."

The boring lesson for John had begun, and Lavender had big plans for today. How these plans would affect the guy remained a mystery.

-"I hope she doesn't do something weird by the end of the day."

The lesson dragged on slowly, and Johnny decided that it was not visible on the last desk what he was doing and began to fold origami from torn sheets. Gradually filling the surface of the desk with a bunch of paper shurikens.