Chapter Fourteen: Big Man on Campus:

Something strange happened over the next couple of weeks. Everyone saw Mosh with new eyes. The mouse slowly became a stud around Tokyo Community High School-College. The girls were taking more than one look at him. The guys were all trying to be to get tips from him. Mosh tried to adjust to this change. He began to feel more confident as he walked the halls. Tonight was just one of those special nights.

Mosh walked into the building and looked around. The girls looked up and saw him. They began whispering and giggling to each other. Mosh smiled to himself. He couldn�t exactly explain what was going on at the moment. But somehow, he was getting off on the chatter about him. Mosh didn�t know; it was just so� exhilarating. The chatter tonight flowed into his ears and made it straight to his brain without any stops.

�Ooo, Mosh is so cute!�

�You doing anything later tonight, honey?�

�Hey baby!�

�He looks rather tasty today!�

�Mmm! There is so much I want to do to that boy!�

�Get in line, girl!�

�Noiz-sensei is such a lucky bitch!�

�I know, right!�

�How come she gets to enjoy the hot ones?�

�Lucky bitch!�

�I know!�

�So tell me, how did you do it?�

�What�s Noiz-sensei like in bed?�

�Come sit with us, Mosh!�

�You lucky bastard!�

�You�re hot!�

�Have lunch with us!�

�You have a girlfriend?�

�Please tell us, how you got Noiz-sensei!�

�Hottie!�

�Baby!�

�Sexy!�

�Honey!�

�Cutie!�

Mosh didn�t know how to take it all in one day. It�s funny, really. When he first came to TCHSC, the mouse was a nobody. But now, he was fricking star. All because of Noiz-sensei. She must have put a good luck spell on him or something. Whatever it was, Mosh soon began to feel like the big man on campus.

Too bad that feeling was always short-lived. By the time his class let out for the night, Noiz stared him down like a hungry animal when they were alone. Mosh felt so tiny in his desk at the moment. In this room, he knew that she was the one in control, not him. His knuckles grew pale as he tightened his hands into whimpy fists under his desk. The private class was now in session.