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Noah usually liked school. He liked learning and he liked his friends. He liked his teachers and he really liked the library. There was just one problem and that problem was actually a handful of problems that got together everyday after school to try to talk to him while he waited for his ride home.
He checked his phone and Elliot had texted he would be there soon, he was just running a few minutes late. Noah blew out a breath of air and hoped that Wayne and his little posse wouldn’t notice him. Usually he could fly under the radar when it came to the school bullies but he wasn’t so lucky this week.
“Hey, Benson,” Wayne called out and Noah felt his stomach churn as the little group approached him. “It’s a shame we’re not better friends. I mean, we’ve known each other since second grade but you never invite me over.”
Noah kept his gaze forward and willed Elliot to hurry up.
“Yeah,” he said, because he learned that ignoring them only made it worse. “I usually have dance practice after school. And I’ve been pretty busy on the weekends.”
“A shame,” Wayne said as he slung one arm over Noah’s neck. “I’d really like to get more acquainted with all the Bensons, too. How’s your mom doing? She was in the paper again. No picture this time.”
“She’s okay,” he said as the group laughed and exchanged glances.
“I bet you have great pictures of mommy. Been to the beach lately? I’d love to see that babe in a swimsuit.”
Noah let out a deep exhale. That was the problem. He could put up with the teasing because it never got violent and they weren’t really his friends anyway so their opinions didn’t matter. But Wayne’s dad was in PR and his company had been hired by the NYPD. Something Noah shouldn’t care about at all. Unfortunately mom had been on the front page of the newspapers more than once. A side effect of catching serial killers and locking away gang bangers. Mom did press conferences and she was filmed by news crews who wanted a comment and Noah shouldn’t have been aware of it all. Unfortunately -
“I’m just saying. Captain Benson is a total babe and I’d like to get acquainted with her. Come on. Just invite me over.” Wayne turned to his posse and snickered, “Can you imagine snagging a pair of her underwear?”
Noah couldn’t take it, he pulled away abruptly and mumbled, “My ride’s here. I gotta go.”
“Aw, Noah. I just want to meet your mommy. Woman’s a total babe. I mean, the very definition of milf. Come on, one introduction. Don’t you want a step dad? I wouldn’t mind having you as a son if it meant I got a taste of her sweet pu -” He was abruptly cut off by Elliot’s shadow looming behind them.
“Hello, boys. What’s going on?”
Wayne immediately dropped his arm from Noah’s shoulder and with a reddening face said something along the lines of, “Just planning a slumber party.”
“Noah?” he asked with concern on his face and Noah’s face turned beet red. He liked Elliot a lot but he would die before he admitted that his classmates were talking about wanting to have sex with his mom.
“Ready?” Noah said a little too perkily. “Don’t want to be late.”
He swiftly began to walk away from the group when Wayne called out, “You be sure to tell your mom I said hi!”
“Ah,” Elliot said with understanding. “They’re talking about -”
“Just leave it alone,” Noah mumbled.
“If they’re bullying you -”
He shook his head. “They’re not. We’re not friends but they’ve never made fun of me. They just saw mom’s picture in the papers and -” Noah looked out the window, unable to admit that his mom was now considered the ultimate milf by half the school.
“Well, you know,” Elliot said as he started the car and began to drive him home. “Your mom is a very beautiful woman and -”
“Please, stop,” Noah begged. “Please don’t finish that sentence.”
Elliot laughed and changed the subject to ask him about the newest video game he’d bought last week.
It should have been over. That should have been the end of it. But Noah was not that lucky and when mom got home that night Elliot was there to help her with her coat and grab the take out from her and Noah didn’t think much about it because Elliot had been teaching him about little ways to be a gentleman. It was just a practical demonstration, that was all.
But Wayne and his group had made him suspicious and Noah watched Elliot looking at his mom over dinner and felt dread bubbling up inside of him at the way he smiled like a dork every time she looked at him. Jesus, not him, too.
Sure, maybe mom was pretty, but he didn’t think it was anything special. She looked nice. Big deal. Why did that make all the guys go crazy? There had to be better looking moms out there for them to drool over.
After dinner Noah went to his room because he couldn’t stand to be around Elliot when he was around mom because he turned into a huge dork trying to make her happy and it was irritating.
After an hour he thought it would be safe to go to the kitchen to get some juice but he was halted by the sight of his mom leaning against the kitchen counter. Elliot was right in front of her with his arms bracketing her on either side and they were pressed against each other at the hips and it was worse than Elliot smiling at her because mom was smiling back at him with that same dorky look and -
“It’s true,” Elliot said with a little laugh. “You’re officially the hottest mom in school.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Hottest woman in any room you’re in.”
Noah thought he was going to puke. He didn’t see how his life could get any worse.
At least not until mom giggled and said, “Maybe you can prove that to me later on tonight.”
Bile rose in the back of Noah’s throat and he swiftly turned on his heel and went back to his bedroom before he could hear anything else that made him want to barf.
But just in case he decided he’d go to sleep with his ear buds in. After all, he didn't want to be traumatized any further.