LHOOQ at me

Laverna could keep him after class for as long she liked, for all Eric cared. As much as she was a complete pain in the ass, she also, as Marcel Duchamp would put it, "LHOOQ". It was an unfortunate combination, but one Eric would overlook.

And yet... it turned out he wasn't the only one staying after class. Did none of these other kids have anywhere to go? It seemed like the whole classroom stayed behind, and not just for the extra practice tests. Well... Eric would wait. No one said he wasn't a patient man. Because he wasn't. But sometimes he had to be.

One of his new classmates did approach him however. It was funny. In the presence of any other teacher, Eric would have easily paid this girl his full attention. She was quite cute, but Laverna wasn't just cute. She wasn't even just hot. She was literally the only thing he could think about right then and there.

"Yeah," Eric dreamily replied to the girl. He did manage a smile, but it was rather distant. "Miss Reva? She's... doable."

...

"Durable. Very durable personality, to put up with me," Eric corrected himself with a grin. "Much like you, yeah?" He recovered himself just enough to realize he should probably be flirting with his classmate as well.

Either way, he was thankful for her advice. No 'ehs' (Note to self: use "eh"), no 'likes' (Note to self: use "like"), and if he scored high on his tests he'd get cupcakes and coffee (Note to self: I still don't like either. Too sugary/caffeiny. But maybe score high anyway. Extra office hours with teacher?). All of it good advice.

And most importantly, don't fall asleep. But he knew that one all too well already. Eric smiled, rubbing the back of his head, "Thanks for the heads up. What's your name?"

At least he got one phone number that day.

Finally. Eric was in front of Laverna almost as soon as she ended her sentence. They were alone in the classroom now, and Eric couldn't help but let his imagination run wild again. Of course she wasn't keeping him behind for fun, but Eric simply couldn't help but think about it.

Soon enough, his arms were heavy with stacks of paper. He didn't seem to mind, though. The longer he looked at Laverna, the less he seemed to mind anything. His smile grew bigger as his thoughts dimmed.

"Eric..." She called to him. Her hands were outstretched. Laverne the Lascivious had a pair of golden horns on her head. She seemed to drift towards him in a nebulous, smoky setting with zero gravity.

"Mm... Laverna baby," Eric's hands stretched out in turn, reaching to pull her in by her shoulders.

"Take me by the horns." Her hands traced down his spine. Her body was incredibly soft and luxurious. Her long, prehensile tail seemed to flick and touch over him provocatively.

He smiled, and his hands traced up her neck and cheeks to her horns. He stroked them before leaning in for a kiss.

He stopped thinking about anything real soon enough. The first words he understood in a long time were asking him to come back down to Earth. He didn't want to. The Laverna on Earth was so much less fun than Laverna the Lascivious.

"Yes," Eric said, not indicating to which. More like it was a yes to both. "Um, well, I guess I have troubles concentrating and... maybe I could use some extra help from you?" He grinned, adjusting his arms to better hold the stacks of paper.

"Yeah... study..." Eric nodded. Of course he'd study for thirty minutes a day. At least. Why wouldn't he? It just seemed like the smart thing to do, and he had to be smart for Laverna.

His mind still struggled to stay focused. He never had this much trouble before, and a small nagging part of him wondered whether this was, in fact, normal. If he was going to fantasize, why was it always with Laverna in that same demon-like outfit? It was hot, but you know, he had his whole imagination.

Don't think about it, he struggled to keep on Laverna's words.

He put the stack down as soon as she informed him he could. He rubbed his face, "Yeah, maybe. I don't know. I don't think I have one. Maybe I just... umm..."

Eric struggled to focus on the modules she passed through. He recognized a few of them at least, and he said as much. "I've done that... done organic chem... done charges and energy..."

It was harder to remember what he had and had not done. He still couldn't get that woman out of his head.