The New Coach

I thought I would have months of a peaceful life until I graduated after my bully got kicked out of school. But I never expected to get entangled with my bully even after he was no longer in school.

First, let me introduce myself. I am Scott Robinson. Your typical average Joe; someone who was a bit nerdy, skinny, and a little short compared with my peers in the same age group. I stood only 5'5 feet tall. My short stature might be why I was targeted by my bully, Caleb.

Caleb, unlike me, was a 6'4 feet giant. He was the tallest boy in our school. Caleb was your typical delinquent jock; little care for his study and was more interested in playing around and showing himself as the 'alpha male' of the school. Unfortunately, the 'alpha male' concept in his mind is a shallow one, for him, an alpha male is the one who is feared by others and has the hardest punch among the men around while women swoon over him. He was a notorious bully who would pick fights and bully others to satisfy his ego.

I was one who often got picked on by Caleb. He made my school life hellish for two years. Albeit his notoriety and numerous offense and school rules he broke, the punishment he got didn’t faze him, Caleb seemed to be able to get away without any real consequence regarding his action.

Maybe because he was too complacent with his ability to get away without a scratch, it made him reckless and gave me a chance to finally turn the situation around. I caught him bringing illegal meth to school and was able to secretly photograph him even if it nets me some beating from Caleb. Long story short, instead of reporting it to the school, I called the police and sent them the proof in my hand. The police caught him, and the school couldn't help to protect Caleb's ass anymore and expelled him.

That’s the end of Caleb and for a few months, the school without Caleb was a significantly better place for me.

Back to the present, I heard the news from the other class that the school just hired a new coach, a weird decision as Ms. Marcia, our school's current coach, has been doing her job fantastically. But now that I think of a reason, I remember the rumor that Ms. Marcia has been seen with a new guy, probably her new boyfriend or fiancee. Ms. Marcia is hot stuff, she was once the cheerleader captain in our school when she was still a student here several years ago. Blonde, pretty face, sexy body with lean muscle. Despite her high spec, she stayed single, there was another rumor she was a lesbian, until the recent rumor that the 30-year-old coach is finally seen with a man. The new coach is probably hired to fill her spot if coach Marcia takes her leave.

"Scott, I want to talk to you privately, " said Ms. Marcia, intercepting me before the first period started. Coincidentally, My first class today is PE which she taught.

Despite she said she wanted to talk with me privately, the blonde-haired coach end up bringing me to the principal office. Inside, Mrs. Amanda Lopez, our school's principal, and a big musclebound man were waiting for me. I got the feeling he was the new coach that just got hired.

"Uhmm….so, why I am called here in secrecy? " I look at the three people with confusion. Like, they could just use the school PA system and it will do its job well enough instead of asking Mrs. Marcia to bring me here. So, I think there must be a special reason. I waited for an explanation from the principal while secretly ogling her body. Mrs. Amanda Lopez was charming in her own way. She was mature as fine wine. I am ashamed to admit it, but I have a thing for older women.

"Worry not, it’s my order, I think it's better to call you in secrecy instead of making the whole school know I called you here. I want you to meet Darel Lebron, our school's second coach,” Mrs. Lopez explained.

“Darel Lebron? Lebron…Is he related to Caleb in any way?”

“Yes, as you guessed, Mr. Lebron here is Caleb’s eldest brother. I call you here to mediate reconciliation between you and him, and ensure everything goes well,” replied the brunette-haired principal.

“Do you want me to forgive Caleb? You want me to forget my grievances of all the bullying he did to me?” A frown appeared on my face. I can’t let them sweep the issue of bullying under the rug.

“That’s the best outcome and the easy way, but I know what my silly little brother did was a bit too reckless and might be hard to forgive, so I understand if you don’t want to forgive Caleb, but then, it means we can only do this the hard way,” The big man interjected to answer my question.

Overconfidence must run in their family veins. Both Caleb and Darel seem to think they can get away with saying and doing anything.

I turned my attention to Mrs. Lopez, “Is this why you asked me to be brought here secretly, so the new teacher can threaten me like this without others knowing?”

“Don't hastily jump to the conclusion, boy, on the contrary, calling you here is so I can assure you that Mr. Darel will be professional and doesn’t excessively retaliate over what you have done if the peace mediation between you failed,” Mrs. Lopez replied.

“Worry not, Amanda, I know my position, you have my word that I will not sabotage him academically, nor I will resort to physically harming him, I will make him think that Caleb isn’t so bad voluntarily,” said the man, he then looked at me with a condescending smirk.

My frown got deeper with his statement. I should have known something was amiss when the man addressed Mrs. Lopez just as Amanda, but my mind skipped those details and was focused on the last part of his sentence, that he would make me think Caleb wasn’t a bad guy. No way I would change my mind regarding Caleb's nature. He was a bad guy and deserved to be punished as harshly as possible.

“Good, I hope you can keep your word, Darel, and for you, Scott, if Darel sabotages your grade or directly harms you physically, you can report it to me,” Amanda reminded.

I nodded. At least, I have some way out if Darel tampered with my grade.

“You can back to your class now, Scott. I have something else to say to Marcia and Darel. Faculty matter that student shall not hear.”

I followed the instructions of Mrs. Lopez and excused myself from the principal’s office. I believed it might be just my imagination, but before I went out of the room, both Mrs. Lopez and Ms. Marcia leered at me. It wasn't a sexual leer, but one of disgust and hostility. Well, it might be just my imagination because I didn’t think I ever offended them aside from the offensive claim I just made when I said that Mrs. Lopez had bad intentions in calling me to her office secretly.

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The remainder of the school day went by without incident, save for the one in which I was sent to the principal's office, but what happened this morning still soured my mood. The moment the school bell rang, I hurried out of there. I was not in the mood to socialize or play with my circle of friends today.

“Welcome home, my handsome boy, how was school?” My mother, Anna Robinson, greeted me as I stepped inside my home.

Despite being in her early forties, Anna didn't look a day past her early thirties. Brain, beauty, and wealth, she got it all and deserved all of it. She achieved success despite all the challenges she had as a single mother.

I don’t understand what my father thought when he left Mother and me alone, and vanished without a trace, not even his family knew where he disappearance when I was just less than a month old. Granted, both Mom and him hooked up when they were still very young. My jerk of a dad probably wasn’t ready to be a father yet at that time. A pathetic man. The only redeeming points from him probably his parent a.k.a my grandparents, despite their son leaving his wife irresponsibly, they didn’t take sides with him but chose to support my Mother until she could be financially independent instead of leaving her to struggle all alone. They contributed a lot in kickstarting my mother’s career by introducing some connections to her.

I knew that most of my Mother’s drive to achieve success was to make my father regret leaving her. She worked hard to maintain her appearance to stay beautiful, she worked hard in pursuing her studies, and she worked hard in her career. People often wondered how she managed to balance her life, juggling between her career and being a mother while also maintaining her look.

With her attractive features, she could easily pass for a fashion model or movie star. In fact, people have mistaken her for Scarlet Johansson a few times before realizing that her height was off. My mother stood six feet tall. She had eye-catching 38 D-cup boobs, slightly sagging because of age, but was still perky enough. She also had bubbly buttocks, thanks to the consistent workout she had done.

My father probably would really regret his choice if he knew what his wife look like now, and how Mother was a winner in life. But serve him right! I was still pissed that my body figure followed my pathetic father instead of being tall as my mom. I was short and skinny.

I shrugged off my daze, and answered her question, “Not too good.”

“Not too good? what’s wrong? It’s because of Caleb again? Wasn’t he expelled from the school?” My mother asked back with a concerned look on her face.

“It’s not him, but it still related to him, the school hired his brother today as our school's new coach,” I then told her what happened this morning

“What the hell is Amanda thinking? Is she mad? Fortunately, the PTA meeting will be held next week, I will give her a piece of my mind, and teach this Darel guy to not have any fancy ideas,” My mom grumbled.

If she wasn’t already having too much to handle, my mother probably would be one of my school PTA leader figures or even their chairwoman. But despite being only a regular member outside the power hierarchy, she still was able to throw some weight around to be heard. My mother was one of the most vocal and hard-to-deal mothers in the local PTA. Yet, on another hand, the opponent was still Caleb’s brother.

My memories flashed of how Caleb, despite how hard my mother pushed the school to expel him, the school only gave Caleb detention upon detention which didn’t seem to be effective in changing his character.

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A week passed quickly and I finally got another PE class, unlike my previous class, Mrs. Marcia was nowhere to be seen and Darel officially took over the teaching duty as our new coach. As Darel promised, he did not target me intentionally and did his job professionally and impartially as the new coach in our first meeting. He didn’t make any malicious moves and taught the PE lesson amicably; I could see that Darel made a favorable first impression on the rest of the class. If he was not Caleb's brother, I would probably think of him as a good teacher like the rest of the class, but knowing that he has a hidden agenda to shrug off his brother's bullying of me made me unable to see him favorably.

Is it his trick to let my guard down? I should be happy that I didn't lose my peaceful days despite Darel's presence, but Darel let me realize how much Caleb had traumatized me which made me easily overthink and suspicious of anything related to him.

The PE class ended without any accident, and Darel dismissed the class. I was expecting that Darel would ask me to stay behind to humiliate me. But no, he walked past me without saying a word, only a condescending smug smirk on his face as if he already did something to me.

I tried not to overthink about Darel for the rest of the day, but his smug smile seemed already etched in my memory, and I hated it. Hopefully, my mother would bring a piece of good news from today's PTA meeting, so I could stop worrying about what Darel planned.

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Anna's POV:

The saying that if you aren't at work, time passes fast was quite true. I felt time seemed to pass so fast today. I didn’t think the PTA meeting was taking that long, but all of a sudden, when I realized, the sun was already set.

I tried to recall what happened this noon; I was attending the PTA meeting with the intent to inquire the intent of why the school's board hired the brother of a bully that was just expelled from the school. Furthermore, I also wanted to give the man a piece of my mind and warned him to not mess with my son as his little brother did.

The PTA meeting this time was a bit peculiar, usually, there were still a few men participating in this meeting, but this time, the only man in the room was one dark-skinned musclebound man. From his characteristic, I knew this man was Darel Lebron, the brother of my son's bully whom my son spoke of.

Well, it worked in my favor, with all those women in this room, I was confident that I could achieve what I planned, many of the women in this room were also mothers of students whom Caleb once bullied.

The moment Amanda Lopez opened the Q&A session with the parents, I went on the offensive and didn’t waste my time. “Principal Lopez, can you tell us why you hired Mr. Darel Lebron as the school’s new coach? He is the brother of Caleb Lebron who the school expelled because he was a very problematic student.”

Principal Lopez didn’t directly address my question but whispered something to the man first.

“Ah, you must be Anna Robinson, Scott’s mother, I hear a lot about you. I understand that you are angry with me because of what my brother did, alas, it is unwise for you to judge me based on my brother, we are two different individuals. Don’t judge a book by its cover,” Darel replied.

“Impudent! it’s not for you to answer that!” I barked at the man. I then put my focus back on Amanda, “So, Principal Lopez, can you give us an answer to why you are hiring this man?”

"Darel’s a good person, there is no problem for him to teach in this school," Amanda answered.

“Give me tangible proof then, don’t think I don’t know that you two want to sweep Caleb's bullying problem under the rug.”

“You want proof? Fine, I will give you proof that can satisfy you. Amanda, show them what I prepared for this meeting,” Darel interjected again. There was a smug smile on his face as if the situation was under his control.

Principal Lopez nodded and seemed to do something with her laptop that was connected to the projector. A countdown then was projected on the big screen behind them.

The whole room’s attention turned to the screen, including me, wondering what the man would pull off with the video. What kind of proof that he would show us?

10…9…8…3…2…1…0. The screen exploded with colorful flashes in quick succession.

The colors were so pretty, and my whole mind quickly occupied with them.

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Darel's POV:

Do they want proof? Well, I will give them ‘proof’.

Honestly, I felt thankful to the wimp’s mother, because of her pushing for proof, I didn’t waste time on meaningless chit-chat and could go straight on my plan.

I asked Amanda to show them ‘that’ video I prepared for this occasion.

After 10 seconds passed, other than me, and Amanda, the rest were now entranced by my subliminal video.

The moment when those women fell victim to the subliminal video never failed to amuse and turn me on.

I approached Scott’s mom who was now completely entranced by the subliminal.

I cupped a feel of her big titties, sadly for the first session, I couldn’t do a more intimate thing than groping her tits and ass, or else the subliminal would break.

I sneered at her. Did she want proof that I am a good person? Easy, I would let their mind make the proof they want.

The subliminal I played was used to erase their hostility towards me and made them see me as the ideal role model teacher, not only for the student but also for them. They would accept my suggestion, even the risque one, without protesting and would think that it was a good idea.

Darel Lebron is a great guy,
Darel Lebron is a professional coach,
You feel it wrong to be hostile against such a guy,
You have no reason to be hostile to him.
You are interested in him.
You support Darel’s action.
You follow Darel’s instruction even if it doesn’t make sense to you.
As long as he acts in his capacity as a coach, you will not protest and question what he does.
You will follow him obediently.
Obey…

I pulled my hand back from Anna's boobs after getting enough feel. The constrain of her suit and bra made playing with her tits less satisfying. Sure, I could undress her, but I wouldn’t waste my time on that. The weakness of my subliminal video was it only entranced the viewer as long as the video’s duration. When the video ended, the captive would wake up a moment later. Anyway, I could play with her next time in a better setting.

I searched her body and finally found what I wanted, her phone.

“Open the lock,” I commanded.

While Anna’s focus was still on the monitor, her hand moved according to her muscle memory trying to unlock the phone. I took the phone again as soon as it was unlocked.

This wasn't stealing, I just took what was due earlier to teach this bitch a lesson. Once these women have gone through a few more subliminal sessions, they would willingly give their everything to me anyway. Like Amanda here, Caleb had shown her my lesser version of a subliminal video to make her his bitch under his beck-and-call; the very reason he could always go scot-free from punishment. As his big brother, I wanted to provide an easy life for him, alas Caleb was a musclehead who didn’t think long enough for his action and needed me to step up and clean the mess he made. Partly my mistake, I didn’t expect that Caleb was dumb enough to bring meth to school and let someone photograph him.

I have a similar body build to Caleb, a little taller and packed more muscle here and there, I was also a gym jock, but unlike my younger brother, I wasn’t a total brainless musclebrain that did things recklessly without covering all the bases first. Fuck him. I would let him stay in prison for weeks or months so he could learn how to use his brain, but it didn’t mean I would let the wimp that made this mess get away. Nobody messes with Lebron. This was the very reason I'm here in this school.

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Anna's POV:

I recalled the video Darel showed me, he said would prove him as a good person. It was a video where he trained a quite chubby woman into an athletic sexy woman with lean muscles who looked almost completely different from her previous self if it wasn’t her face that still resembled the previous chubby woman. I somehow could relate to the chubby woman he trained. She reminded me of the hardship of the past. Honestly, I felt quite envious of the woman in the video; she had a man to help her deal with her confidence issue, it must be nice. To be truthful, ever since my husband’s betrayal, I had wrestled with my insecurity. I had nobody to support me regarding my confidence and self-esteem issues, and I could only rely on myself.

Despite that I chose to be a strong, independent woman, I am not a man-hater, my experience in life made me realize that even though there were some scumbag men like my husband, there were still a lot of good men out there that have a heart of gold. Too bad, I just didn’t want to get into a relationship anymore.

Darel has proven himself a gentleman by helping the woman in the video. He helped the woman with her confidence issue netted him some brownie points from me. I even thought maybe I could ask him to help me with my workout routine. At my age, I felt my usual workout began to slip and was no longer suitable for me, I could get some opinions from professionals like him to adjust it.

Oh no, I need to be more reserved. I threw the previous thought away, he might be different than his shitty little brother but I still needed to confirm what he intended to do.

“So, ladies, do you believe me now that I am a perfect guy suited for the job? Do you have any objection on me to be the new coach?”

“Yes, Darel, you are a good person, there is no one more suited than you to be a coach in this school,” I, no, we, the PTA members answered to him with almost similar sounding sentences and almost in unison.

I didn’t think it was weird that we said it in almost unison, I only felt it was funny that all of us have similar thoughts.

Darel’s smug smile was plastered on his face, feeling triumphant that he proved his point to us. “I’m glad that you bitches have agreed that I am perfect for the job, as a present, I will ask Amanda to send you a workout video that will change your life to your email.”

His condescending and mocking us as bitches were clearly offensive, but weirdly enough, I couldn’t exert my anger on him. The mention that he sent us a workout video was enough to pacify me, I couldn't wait to check it.

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Scott's POV:

The front door of our home opened and my Mother made her entry. I didn’t expect that the PTA meeting would take quite a longer time than usual. Usually, it was 2 hours long at most, and then she would come back home. The day of the PTA meeting was quite special for us, well, for me at least. Mother would take a day off from her work to not miss the meeting. With how busy my mother usually was, the PTA’s meeting day became a perfect chance for us mother and son to bond with the little time when I was not in school and my mother was not busy with her work. Unfortunately, today’s meeting seemed to be longer than usual or Mother has something to do that delayed her return as she only came home in the evening.

“So, Mother, any good news from the PTA meeting? Do you inquire about why the school hired Darel?”

“Oh yes…yes, I did an inquiry about it, and their answer was satisfactory, I believe Darel wasn’t as bad as Caleb, Darel is a good guy,” my Mother answered.

“Do you think Darel’s a good guy? Alright...I will believe your judgment, Mother.” I was still unable to believe the claim, but I knew my mother was better at judging someone’s character than me, I just hoped it wasn’t only a first impression thing, because Darel indeed acted like a good likable guy.

“Do you manage to make Darel not retaliate against me about his brother?” I asked her another question.

“Well, we will see later, he was a professional guy, I believe he will not be so petty and stoop so low to retaliate against you considering Caleb was in the wrong.”

My mother’s answer basically wanted me to wait and see. In other words, there was still nothing except Darel’s own whims that could stop him from retaliating against me.

As I expected, Darel was hard to deal with like his brother. I could only hope that Darel was really a nice guy like my mother thought and even if he was going to retaliate, It would be on the level that easily shrugged.

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As days passed, I found out that Darel quickly became the favorite teacher among the students, and most teachers, especially the women. Girls were gushing over his presence as if they had met their crush.

Darel was yet making any direct malicious move on me, but I was already beginning to dislike the atmosphere in the school because the more Darel got popular, they began to talk about Caleb, and to an extent, the school began talking about me as the one who made Caleb got expelled. Other students began to pay more attention to me and I began to get self-conscious about how other students looked at me.

When school hours ended, this time I wasn’t directly coming back home as I did since a week ago, my circle of friends had been insisting and pushing me to play with them after I avoided them a few times last week.

“It’s really uncomfortable to be the talk of the school,” I ranted.

“Well, at least you are known as ‘Slayer of Caleb’ instead of the loser that got picked on by Caleb numerous times,” said one of my friends, David Brawn. Despite his name having Brawn in it, he wasn’t a jock in any way, well... he tried to go to the gym for his namesake, but David was a bigger nerd than me, and he looked like your stereotypical nerd. I could see if he managed to stick to his workout he could shrug off the stereotypical nerd part anytime soon though. Alas, David probably preferred to watch anime or play games than lifting weights in the gym.

“Enough about Caleb, his name traumatized me, so I don’t want to hear about him anymore today,” I emphasized my dislike and made it clear that I had had enough of hearing about Caleb to my group of friends.

“You want to hear another gossip? Have you heard about Tiffany trying to get into Mr. Darel’s pants?” said Raven. Raven, real name Lisa Kendall. She was the only girl in my gaming circle of friends. She was a goth, a quite pretty-looking one, but she didn’t enjoy mingling with other goth crowd. The other goth crowd was full of delinquents and punks, meanwhile Raven only enjoyed goth fashion, but not the rest of what the goth cultures offer. She disliked the problematic crowd. But the Goth crowd wasn't the only crowd she disliked. Raven also disliked the popular cliques. Thus somehow, she ended up in our nerd circle of friendship.

It’s a lie if I said I don’t have crushes on her. Raven was my type of girl, but I was afraid to confess my feelings to her, as I didn't want to make Raven uncomfortable with our circle of friendship.

“Tiffany? Do you mean Tiffany Macmillan, the school cheerleader captain? Is she trying to fuck Darel? Isn’t it the reverse?” I asked back with disbelief.

“Yes, you hear it right, the one and only Tiffany Macmillan, it’s only gossip though, I don’t know whether it was real or not, but Tiffany seemed so proud of herself and didn’t do any clarification regarding that gossip, the school also didn’t make any movement to check the truth even after the gossip started circulating,” Raven answered

I have a bad feeling about this, a sense of deja vu of Caleb that could get away scot-free of anything he did at school hit me. But this one could potentially be worse.

To be continued in the next chapter.

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