Disclaimer

This is post is one of many in a several part webseries.  While each part varies, this story, overall, will contain the following; Strong Language, Sexual Content, Graphic and Violent descriptions and it may not be suitable for a younger audience.

It does not reflect the views or opinions of the author and is purely a work of fiction.  All names and locations are drawn directly from the author’s imagination.  No animals were ever hurt in the writing of this webseries.  ;p

If this isn’t your cup of tea but you enjoy my other writings, please visit back time to time and let me know!  I’ll be making the occasional post between these mini-chapters as, I think of them.

She continued to sit in the booth long after he had gone, using her straw to idly swirl a small piece of banana around in the bottom of their glass.  He had sat there quietly as she proposed her idea to him, listening raptly with the starstruck attention of a boy in love.  It wasn’t like she hadn’t given him any reason to either.  After Tommy and B.J.’d had their way with him, she had purposefully stepped over him knowing full well what he would see.

It had been wrong of her, she knew that, but it had been so much fun as well.  He had been lying there about to cry, curled up in the fetal position, when her well placed footing instantly replaced his pain with lust.  She had seen it in his eyes and had reveled in the power she held over him.

But it was fleeting, wasn’t it?

She had agreed to meet him here today as part of Tommy’s plan to further humiliate him.  It was absolutely brilliant, but…

She didn’t get the chance to finish her thoughts, however, as her at that moment her cell phone suddenly started ringing.  She looked down at the screen, and seeing her boyfriend’s name on the screen, she swiped ‘Accept Call’ and picked it up.

“Did you do it,” he asked from his end of the connection.

“Yeah, it was as easy as you said it would be…”

She sat quietly as he laughed and explained to someone with him, the answer she had given.  It didn’t take long for her to realize who it was by the sound of his voice, he and Tommy were inseparable.

“Tommy?  I don’t think this is such a good idea,” she interjected when he had finally settled down.

“Wait.  You’re not chickening out, are you?”

“No, it’s just…”

“Just what Misty?  Jesus Christ, we talked about this for hours last night!  It was YOUR idea to set that milky jar of mayonnaise up with that fat cow in the first place!”

“I know, but…”

“But what Misty?  What??”

“I don’t know,” she yelled in response.  “I just got a bad feeling all of the sudden.”

The phone suddenly erupted with the sound of his and B.J.’s laughter and it was several minutes before either calmed down enough to listen to what she had to say.  Unfortunately for them, she was fuming with anger when they did.

“Goddamn it Tommy, will you just shut up a minute and listen?”

“Oh, we better do what she says,” he said mockingly.

There were a few snickers from his end but he seemed to be doing what she asked.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this Tommy,” she repeated.

“Yeah, you already said that.  What’s that all about, anyway?”

“I don’t know.  We were talking when all of the sudden he asks me if I remembered how we first met.”

“How sweet,” he crooned.

“It’s not like that,” she spat into the phone.

“Then what,” he asked.  The tone of his voice suggested that he was growing irritated with her.

“There was something, dark, in his eyes.  He got all quiet for a few seconds and…and it was like he wasn’t all there anymore.”

Disclaimer

This is post is one of many in a several part webseries.  While each part varies, this story, overall, will contain the following; Strong Language, Sexual Content, Graphic and Violent descriptions and it may not be suitable for a younger audience.

It does not reflect the views or opinions of the author and is purely a work of fiction.  All names and locations are drawn directly from the author’s imagination.  No animals were ever hurt in the writing of this webseries.  ;p

If this isn’t your cup of tea but you enjoy my other writings, please visit back time to time and let me know!  I’ll be making the occasional post between these mini-chapters as, I think of them.

“Scott, over here!”

She sat at the far end of the counter, where the shadows would cover them from prying eyes.  He admired her thinking.  She had to have been thinking the same thing about Tommy catching them together and had picked a spot where it would be difficult to spot from the outside.

“I’d almost given up hope on you.  Usually when I ask a boy to meet me, he shows up a few minutes early!”

There was only laughter in her voice and she smiled warmly as he approached.  He felt awkward.  His hair hung off of his head, hardly touched by the towel he had used to pat himself dry.  Though he rode his bike all the way here, it still dripped onto his shoulders.  He had put on his nicest clothes; a denim shirt and black jeans over his Sunday’s best dress shoes.

“S-sorry.  I was, uh, working out and…and I needed…”

“It’s okay Scott, I’m just teasing.  I’m just glad you came!”

She leaned in and gave him a friendly hug.  It was an innocent gesture, with her hands barely around his shoulders, but it was enough to stoke his internal flames.  He flushed with embarrassment, unsure of what to do next, but before he could make his mind up as to where to place his own hands she had stepped back and was leading him into one of the two booths against the far wall.

“Is that from,” she started, reaching over and touching the bruise on the side of his face.

“I-I guess it is.”

“Does it hurt?”

There was genuine concern in her voice, something which had him utterly confused.  In all the time they had gone to school together, she had never once looked his way.  Now, not only are they having a shake together, but she seemed almost…affectionate toward him?  What was going on here?

He softly echoed his thoughts, unaware that he was even doing so before it was too late.

“Wha-  What do you mean?”

He felt that familiar old friend lurking just beneath the surface, quickly coming to a boil, and even though there were parts of him that were happy just to be this close to her, his anger narrowed his thoughts with crystal clear focus.

“Do you remember when we were freshmen and I had just transferred over to our school?”

“Yes…?”

“Then you might also remember how you and your friends conspired to make me think you liked me.  Do you remember what you did?”

She looked at him with a confused look on her face and he could have easily…

“Tell me you remember what you did, you bitch!”

“Scott?  What the hell?!”

His old friend had surfaced and there was no placating him until it was gratified of the hurt he had suffered.  His hand lashed out quicker than her eye could follow, connecting solidly across her cheek and turning her head violently to the side.

“You know goddamn well what I’m talking about; how you and those ugly little cows sent me that little love letter?  I followed you around like a dog for weeks, carrying your books to class for you.  Do you remember now?!  HUH??  Do you???”

He struck her again, this time on the other cheek.  The blow landed with enough force to sent her tumbling out of the booth, where she landed on her side and looking up over her shoulder at him with something akin to fear in her eyes.  Her nose had begun to bleed out of the left side and, already, her left eye was swelling closed.  

“Scott…”

“Scott, I’m so sorry about that.  God, I was such a bitch to you, wasn’t I?”

He hadn’t been aware of it, but his hands had balled into fists at some point over the last couple of minutes.  His eyes darted to (where he had hit) her, but the only red he saw was from her blush.

“N-no, I…”

“Let’s not talk about that, okay?”

She reached across the table and laid her right hand over his left.

“O-ok,” he answered, suddenly unsure of himself.  Some of the warmth had left his cheeks and for the moment his thoughts were his own.

“Dewie,” she asked of the man behind the counter.  “Could you make us a banana milkshake?”

“You got it,” the pharmacist answered.

“Scott,” she asked, bringing his attention back to her, “I asked you to come down here for a reason.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

No sooner had the words escaped him that he found himself feeling sorry they had.  The hurt expression that came across her face was all he needed to see.

“I’m sorry.  It must be…nerves, or something,” he offered lamely.

“No, it’s okay, really.  I probably deserved that,” she answered softly.  “Which is kind of the reason I wanted to talk to you.  After what Tommy did, I got to thinking.  Maybe he wouldn’t pick on you so much if you weren’t always alone.”

“What are you getting at…?”

At that moment, Dewie ambled over and placed a large glass in front of them.  A typical glass for two, it was widest at the top, where two straws stuck out facing each of them, and tapered down to the step.  There were large chunks of banana in the thick mixture and despite everything his mouth had begun to water.

“There ya kids go,” he said.  “Is there anything else…?”

“No.  Thanks Dewie,” she answered.

“Sure thing.  Enjoy.”  He walked to the back, making the two of them the only customers in the front of the store.

Scott looked at her with a quizzical expression on his face, but she only smiled as she leaned toward him.

“Come on silly.  Let’s enjoy this before it melts!  We can talk afterward.”

Disclaimer

This is post is one of many in a several part webseries.  While each part varies, this story, overall, will contain the following; Strong Language, Sexual Content, Graphic and Violent descriptions and it may not be suitable for a younger audience.

It does not reflect the views or opinions of the author and is purely a work of fiction.  All names and locations are drawn directly from the author’s imagination.  No animals were ever hurt in the writing of this webseries.  ;p

If this isn’t your cup of tea but you enjoy my other writings, please visit back time to time and let me know!  I’ll be making the occasional post between these mini-chapters as, I think of them.

He blinked his eyes several times in rapid succession as he fought off his recent lethargy.  Judging by the way the light from outside had moved to the other side of his room, he had most likely slept well into the afternoon.

From deeper inside the house, he could hear the soft murmur of voices as at least two people talked back and forth.  Sitting up, he slid his feet off the edge of the bed and cocked his head to the side as he tried to decipher what they were saying.  For several minutes, he turned his head first one way and then the other, but he wasn’t able to make out more than the occasional word.  Whoever was talking didn’t want anyone to overhear their conversation.

His eyes led his head to the right before settling on the alarm clock.  Four twenty-seven?  Could that possibly be right?  As if to answer his question, his stomach suddenly protested having missed lunch.

“Stay. Out. Of. My. Room!”

He jerked as the memory of what had transpired this morning returned.  She was alive?  Then, what had he seen in her room?

“…must be going crazy,” he muttered to himself.

It had seemed so real, but it also made sense that it wasn’t as well.  How else could he explain not having any memory of what happened after the fridge?  He would have had to spent hours cleaning up, all night even, and…

And, what, exactly?

He shook his head back and forth, trying to shake the mental cobwebs away, but it was no use, nothing seemed to make much sense right now and he was hungry.  Finding something to eat was taking precedence over any other thought.  His stomach was seeing to it that nothing else mattered, next to silencing the whiny squelching that it bellowed from his midsection.

As he stood, his bed creaked from the removal of his weight.  Not an unusual sound, but the voices down below suddenly stopped speaking.  His imagination produced images of his family, all sitting around the table and with their heads cocked to the side as they mimicked what he had just moments ago been doing himself.

He, too, stood and listened with his head cocked to the side.  But only for a moment.  As he was standing there, he pictured them; his brothers, sister and mother, all sitting around the table and rapidly jerking their heads from side to side as they listened.  Their eyes were opened wide and their lips were slightly parted.  Their movements were insectile and he was reminded of a documentary he once saw about the Praying Mantis.

The moment passed and he left his room, pausing only long enough to make sure that nobody was going to impede his path to the bathroom.  From downstairs, the voices continued their banter. Being in the hallway, he was now able to determine that they belonged to his brothers and it sounded like they were arguing over who was going to go first on Call of Duty.

As he closed the bathroom door from the inside, his cellphone began to ring.  By the ringtone, he could tell that it was a number he didn’t have in his contacts which brought another puzzled expression to his face.

He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, removing his phone from his pocket before sitting down.

UNKNOWN CALLER

“Hello…?” he drawled out curiously after pressing the answer button.

“Scott?  I wasn’t sure you would answer.  It’s Misty.  Can we talk?”

“Um, y-yeah!  Sure,” he answered a little too enthusiastically.  He hadn’t stopped thinking of the way she had looked back at him the other morning; of how she’d had the tip of her finger in her mouth and of the smile she had flashed at him as she skipped away.  Even though he had just gotten his ass handed to him by her boyfriend, he had also stolen a look up her skirt as…

“Scott?  Are you still there?”

“Yeah, sorry.  I was…in the middle of something.”

“Oh.  I can call back later if you like?”

“N-no!  I mean.  No, that’s okay.  But, isn’t Tommy going to be pissed that you’re calling me?”

“He’s out practicing with the team, so it’s no big deal…”

“What is it that you wanted to talk about?”

“I just, uhm…  I felt really bad about what happened and I wanted to say I was sorry.  He shouldn’t been such-”

“-an asshole?” he daringly finished.

“Yeah.  He can be that way sometimes.”  She giggled on the other end of the connection, which is just as well.  Her laughter covered up the sound of what his body was doing beneath him.

“Scott, would you mind meeting me at the drugstore so we can talk?  Just you and me, and I’ll buy you a shake.”

“I-I don’t know Misty.  That doesn’t really seem like a good idea…”

And it wasn’t, either.  Dewie’s Drugstore was only a couple of blocks away from where the practice field was.  It Tommy and his friends drove by…  If they just happened to see her car parked there and, if they decided to stop in and caught them together…

“Okay, how about this.  I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.  If you show up, I’ll buy you a milkshake and we can talk.  If you don’t, no hard feelings.  We just forget that I ever called.  Does that sound good to you?”

He thought about it for a few moments before answering.

“What is it that you want to talk about?”

“It’s a secret.  If you want to know, I mean really, then I’ll see you there!”

She hung up on her end, leaving him staring blankly at the phone.  The world seemed to swim around him as he tried to process just how unreal this conversation had been.  Not only had he just been on the phone with Misty Vandiver, the most popular girl in his class, but he had been naked from the waist down!  The fact that his body had been in the middle of a waste removal did nothing to detract that thought from his raging hormones.

He looked over at the shower and wondered if he would have enough time to clean up before he left.

“I’m going to have to make time,” he muttered to himself.  He hadn’t showered yet today and there was no way he was going to meet the girl of every boy’s fantasy smelling like sweat and a fresh dump.

Nineteen minutes…