Things Often Aren't What They Seem -- Closed

[The_gladiator]

Things Often Aren't What They Seem
By IntencityRising and The Gladiator

From the private journals of Greg Baxter

I’m not going to start by writing dear diary or something hokey like that. Its cliché. It makes you wonder if people start journal entries with Dear Diary because its traditional, or are they just lazy and don’t know how to come up with a more creative way to start a journal entry.

Anyway am I rambling? Oh well, it is what it is. This is my story and I suppose I can tell it however the heck I want, and if at times that means I was philosophical on the meanings of life, or why everyone that calls my phone calls me Ma’am, I’ll do so. Speaking of which I really need to start by answering the phone “Hello.” Damn, now I’m laughing at myself because I wrote that acting like you all could hear the gruff voice I adopted when I say that out loud to people, on those occasions I try to be funny, typically at my own expense.

Anyway, where was I? Dave Peters had just shoved my head in a toilet? Had we gotten that far? No, we hadn’t gotten there yet. Listen to me, I act like I’ve already told some of the story, but come on, it made you go wait, did I miss something? You probably even looked back through the other paragraphs to see if you misread.

So this is me, I’m Gregory Andrew Baxter, because my mother is heartless and thought naming a kid something that would give him the initials GAB, was somehow ok. All I can say is, at least my last name wasn’t smith, and I can just hear the fart jokes now. Instead I just get “Gabby Greg won’t shut up, would talk to a fence post watching the sun come up.” Or variations on that theme. I never said my classmates were creative. The level of intelligence—see, that’s a joke right there—is startlingly lacking. There’s a part of me that wonders if all high -schoolers are this stupid—or—are my classmates worse than the average. Oh yes, I could so see my school rating below average. Oh we did well on tests, but was that because like 5 of us so call nerds skewed the normal distribution to the positive rather than the majority of people being intelligent. Either way, I’m not sure this line of discussion is relevant to the story.

So, what is the story you ask? Why, thank you for asking. Why, it’s the story of my life, of course, sorted, screwed up, and sometimes *gasp* even interesting. This is the story of my life, which may or may not be true, parts may be added, changed or deleted to protect the reader from boredom. And by the end, I may even have found love and lived happily ever after—if such a thing even exists—which I’m pretty sure doesn’t. It’s all just a marketing ploy to sell movies about women with no voices and tiny Jamaican Crabs.

The only question now is, where do I begin? Well, I guess where I started earlier was good. My head was soaked in toilet water…

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Greg struggled in vein to pull free of Dave’s vicelike grip, but the linebacker was having none of the skinny kid’s struggles. Greg could see the water drawing closer and closer to his face. Thinking quickly Greg managed to snatch his glasses off before he went under. Saving him some time from having to clean them off too. Laughing the jocks that had watched soon left, leaving Greg on his own.

15 minutes later, Greg made it to his world literature course, after sneaking into the locker room to shower; he wasn’t going to class with that much poop in his hair, not a pretty sight. This wasn’t a new occurrence for him, and one of the reasons he had short hair now. He managed to sneak in and Mrs. Davis, rambling on, didn't even notice.

At 18, Greg was a senior at his high school. He could have been almost graduated from college, with all his Advanced Placement scores along with his post-secondary option classes; however his parents did not want him to graduate early. They said that students that did were socially awkward and did not have friends. He tried to tell them, that one more year at this shit hole was not going to make a difference, and if he had not made friends by the time he was a senior, it probably wasn’t going to happen. Ok, so he had some friends, the suck-ups that wanted him to do their homework, the Jocks who loved to hate him and beat him up—so those weren’t friends—either group. However, he’d take a suck-up over a jock any day. He did have some nerd and other gamer type friends, but even they were few, most had a competitive streak and did not like that Greg had the highest scores. Very few that he could call his true friends.

A boring lecture about Shakespeare later and Greg found himself in the cafeteria, collecting his lunch and sitting by himself, per usual, whenever he had his way. People thought that sitting alone was a hardship for him, but in all honesty it beat someone sitting next to him looking over his shoulder trying to copy his math homework, or better yet get him to do theirs. He sat eating his sandwich he packed from home, little did he know that his life was about to change.

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer Collins was the queen of the school. She was the head of the cheerleading squad, her boyfriend was the hottest guy in school and the varsity quarterback. Yeah life was good. Not the mention she was considered the hottest girl in school, what with her long blonde hair, her sky blue eyes, perfect nose and puffy lips. Her perfectly petite lithe little body, with wonderfully sexy abs, perky C cup breasts, and enough ass to bury your face in.

Yeah life was perfect.

Until her boyfriend dumped her. Just outright dumped her. And why? Because he was GAY! GAY! What the fuck? She couldn't believe this, how could he be gay? There was that time when she gave him....Or the time when he....oh dear.....he WAS gay.

She sat at the cafeteria with her head flat against the table. The other girls on the squad nudged her. "Whhhhhhyyyyyy?" She wined.

"Oh come on Jennifer it's not that bad. Look Josh wasn't even that hot." Brittney said.

Sarah said, "Yes he was."

"Shut up I'm trying to comfort her Sarah."

"Oh sorry. Yeah he wasn't that hot." She said nodding to Brittney and mouthing yes he was.

Jennifer groaned and lifted her head, "All I want is a guy to worship the ground I walk on. Is that too much to ask?"

"You dont want that Jennifer trust me." Sarah said, "My neighbor is like obsessed with me and it is really annoying."

Jennifer gave Sarah a look and wondered how that girl passed her classes. Blowjob queen, that's how. She looked around the room and sighed, "You know what....I know what I need to do. I need to date a loser."

Brittney laughed, "Now you are talking crazy."

"No I'm serious. Think about it. A nerd or loser or something would be the perfect boyfriend. Not gay, will literally be putty in my hands, and do anything to stay with me. Besides I bet he'd be really nice instead of taking me for granted. It makes perfect sense." Jennifer defended.

"Jennifer I love you, but listen to me. You will never ever date someone like that. You care too much about popularity and looks for you to ever do that. Have you forgotten that losers are losers because they are extremely uncool. I mean if you date a loser then that makes you a loser." Brittney said.

"Not exactly. Sure it would hurt, but I could change him. I could turn the loser into someone passable and get away with it." Jennifer said.

"You should make a bet." Sarah said.

BRittney grinned, "Great idea Sarah. Okay Jennifer if you think that's a good idea. I dare you to do it. Date a loser all the way up to prom. If you can tolerate being attached to a bum and go to prom with him then I'll give you my car money. Five hundred bucks bitch!"

Jennifer pushed back from the table and jumped to her feet. "You are so on Whore." She grinned, turning around to scan the room for the lucky lame ass.

 

[The_gladiator]

From the private journal of Greg Baxter

So, I’m sitting there minding my own business just eating my sandwich, Ham, per usual, because I’m not sure if my father buys anything else—talk about obsessed. I’m patiently explaining basic algebra to Michelle, a flute player with braces. Seriously it’s not that difficult. I normally wouldn’t bother, but she bribed me. I mean come on, who would say no to a payday? Yes, the candy bar—so maybe I’m cheap, whoring myself for so little. Anyway back to the story.

I was eating ham….no, wait we already said that. Oh right suddenly something cold touched the side of my neck, or maybe it was my shoulder, but it touched bare skin. Ok, that half neck half shoulder place that feels really good when someone massages it.

**********

“You see, you have to follow order of operations, so you always do multiplication before you add or subtract.” Greg explained patiently, for the 4th time to Michelle. She nodded and smiled brightly like she got it—highly doubtful. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He almost jumped out of his skin. He looked up into blue eyes rimmed in red from tears. He looked surprised. It was Jennifer Collins, the empress, as the nerds and anyone who she looked down on called her—behind her back—of course.

Michelle also looked up, seeing who it was, she let out a little squeak and mumbled something like thanks for your help Greg and rushed off. She was the lucky one, Greg thought as his hazel eyes met Jennifer’s and knew his escape would be much more difficult, unless he was willing to push her over to escape, something he wasn’t. He cleared his throat. “Can I help you? Isn’t your table over there? Did you get hit in the head with a football and forget your way?” So maybe Greg was a bit sarcastic, snarky and flippant. This probably explained why he got beat up a lot. “No wait; you need my help with learning that 1+1 = 1 on a bun?” Yes, Greg was a nerd, but he certainly wasn’t lacking in the personality department, after all wasn’t that all he had? Muscles, not check, a brand new car, not check, a huge penis, not check, a lot of money, not check—yes, personality was all he had.

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer looked around and finally decided on little Greg Baxter. Sure he was but the smallest of blips on the radar but there was something salvageable about him and that is what she needed if she was going to pull this off. Plus of all the geeks, Greg was the best looking....though that was like saying Sarah Jessica Parker's face didn't look THAT much like a foot.

She ran her hands over her cheerleading uniform colored in the red, white, and gold of the school colors, and she walked over to what was called the loser sector. Though she kind of thought that the name was rather nerdy for the jocks to come up with, all things considered. As she walked over she spotted Greg talking to another boy over a book. Though as she got closer she saw that the boy was actually a girl that she didn't know but dear lord she looked like a guy from a far.

The girl spotted her and squeaked like a mouse and ran away. Jennifer placed her hand on Greg's shoulder and smiled down at him. "Hello Greg....Baxter right?"

Greg responded by rather harsh quips and she bit her lip to keep from getting angry. She needed to put herself in a nerd's shoes in order to do this. To be honest part of her wanted to give this a serious try. She was breaking a barrier here. A revolution could be within her grasp, she could be a pioneer. So if she was going to make Greg her boyfriend she owed it to everyone to make a realattempt at it.

So she ignored the remarks, after all he was probably expecting someone to dump something over his head or something. "Thats funny Greg but not why I am here." She slid around him to move to the seat across from him. "So I have a little problem and figured you might be able to help me out." She began. "I have two tickets to Magic Mountain for this weekend. But recent developments have caused my boyfriend to realize he is gay and he broke up with me. So I need someone to go with. To be honest Greg I am not really willing to just bring anybody, and I dont want to jump into dating another masthead right now. What I need is a nice guy to be pleasant company, someone I am just have some friendly fun with."

She smiled at him and said, "What do you say? Wanna go with me? Ill drive. " she offered with a wink.

 

[The_gladiator]

To be completely honest he was a little surprised she knew his name, after all he’d sat in front of her in numerous classes for years—so this shouldn’t win her any points, but it did. He listened to her words and actually laughed out loud. “Gay? What’d you do?” he asked as if somehow it was her fault.

So if he was a sucker for a candy bar, rollercoasters, were even better. It was like comparing someone offering you a kiss, or a blow job. “Very funny, I’m so not just getting into a car with you and letting you take me out into the woods where all your jock friends can strip me naked, rub poison oak all over my ass and run away… Been there, done that, sure as hell didn’t want the t-shirt.”

He glared at her, his defenses were still up, and biting humor was his best defense. “If the offer were genuine I might consider it.” He said in a softer tone, “I love that place, but c’mon how stupid do you think me? Stupid question, I have an IQ of over 150, so maybe a better term is how gullible do you think me?” Magic Mountain, with its coasters named for super heroes and comic book characters, could she have found a more text book theme park to try to rope in a nerd. “I suppose you also want to go this weekend for the opening of fright fest?” he asked.

And just when she might have thought he was softening to her with his rather genuine question there, he added another somewhat harsh remark. “I heard that about you that you liked to drive… no wait, that was ride….my mistake.”

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer couldn't believe what he was saying. Part of her knew she deserved his cruel comments but the other part was simply disbelieved. He was a nothing in school and she was queen of them all and yet when she asked him out he nearly spat in her face about it. She was speechless and actually rather hurt, especially since she was being legit about it all.

She sat back and just stared at him. "Really dude? Wow. You are a fucking piece of work. No wonder nobody likes you, you treat everyone like shit. Here I am asking you out and you just insult me? Amazing. Here I thought that for once in my life I wont go for the hottest guy who will simply treat me like shit. I thought the smart shy guys are supposed to be the nice ones, the oneswho would treat me like a person not a fuck hole that can make sandwiches." She scoffed and shook her head.

"At least the jocks will pretend to be nice. You are just an all around asshole. Enjoy dying alone shithead." With that Jennifer shoved away from the table and stormed away, feeling more hurt than she ever felt In her life.

 

[The_gladiator]

From the private journals of Greg Baxter

I know I know I know I’m 7 kinds of an ass hole, right? But seriously can you blame me? Ok, so probably not, I made the girl cry and you probably just wanted to beat me over the head with my own manuscript.

Gosh did I feel low, I had never considered that she would be genuinely offering anything to me. Before you ask, no I didn’t just let things stand like that—meaning yes I tried to make it better.

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Greg’s mouth dropped open as she got upset. He realized that he had genuinely hurt her feelings. He was no better than the jerks that were mean to him, judged him without knowing him. He could have gotten angry right back and told himself that she’d gotten what she deserved, but he realized that her words insulting him were a reaction to what he had initiated first.

He rose and followed her, “Wait, please wait. I’m sorry. I spoke without thinking.” He reached out and grabbed her elbow. Normally he would be deftly afraid to even touch a woman but he didn’t think about it in the moment. “Please wait. I thought you were just coming to hurt me, how was I to know you were being serious.” He realized he was babbling now, almost panicking. It showed a completely different side to him. “Please don’t cry, I hate it when I make my sister cry,” Sighing he realized he was touching her and released her and turned around. He was collecting stares by this point and a big Jock was wandering over now. “Anyways I’m sorry.” Greg said no longer yelling at her but mumbling as if he realized he’d touched something far beyond his grasp.

If the jock didn’t happen to be Dave Peters again. “What are you doing nerd? Why are you talking to a goddess like her, let alone touching her. Don’t you know your place you little snot?” he said slamming Greg into the lockers. Just as earlier that day, Greg let him hit him. He despised fighting, and his martial arts instructors had always told him not to use his skills to hurt anyone who did not understand what he was getting into. His mother harped on him all the time telling him he shouldn’t fight. Also, there was one other additional reason he did nothing to defend himself this time. He felt like he deserved it. He’d been an ass hole to as Dave said a goddess. Greg didn’t even try to produce a smart assed response to the idiot this time. He just stayed silent.

“What’s the matter Gabby, this the one time you don’t want to say anything? I bet you were asking her out weren’t you?” Well, it sort of was the other way around… he thought to himself but still stayed silent. “Did you have a dream about being cool and thought you were? Did you want to feel her skin so you could go home and wack off to thoughts of her you little perve?”

“I’m not the one with hairy palms.” Greg finally shot back, unable to bite back that remark. This earned him a punch in the jaw.

“I thought I already taught you a lesson today dork, do you want another? Here.” And he took Greg’s glasses and danced away from him. “Come on, nerd boy come and get them. Oops look they fell.” He dropped Greg’s glasses. He could barely make out the sight of Dave laughing as he crunched the glasses under his shoe. Without his glasses, Greg couldn’t even see if Jennifer was even still around, was she watching this.

He didn’t see the blow coming this time as One of Dave’s buddies slapped him bouncing his head off a locker. Greg dropped into a defensive crouch, hands up. He was told not to fight, he was not taught to let himself be truly harmed for no reason.

“Tell us, what were you doing with her. “I was going to return her copy of Julius Seizer.” He said thinking quickly. “She sits in front of me in World Literature, and she left hers in class.” It was a lie, but he thought protecting her dignity by not telling them that she’d asked him out was the least he could do all things considered.

“I’m sure you’re lying dork. And why do you have your hands up like that, you think you’re Mike Tyson?” Greg ignored this last comment and waited to see what would happen next. He knew from the crunch that the jocks had already won, Greg would be lucky to make it home without his glasses, let alone make it through a fight with them without his sight.

 

[Intensityrising]

She couldn't believe how much of a fucking prick this guy was. She thought at very least the nerds would be nice, but no, he was just as much of a prick as any of the jocks. When Greg grabbed her by the arm she was ready to flip out on him, call him out in the middle of the school just to lay a load of embarrassment on top of him. Yet there was a look in his eye than caught her breath before she could say anything. A look of complete regret and apology on his face that she had never seen on anyone's face before.

Then the bulls showed up stepping in for her before she could so much as blink. They stomped on Greg so unbelievably harshly that she almost felt the punches in her gut. Suddenly it all became very clear to her what was happening with bullying and the whole lot. The so called "losers" of the school went through a very unfair level of high school hell. And she had just witnessed it first hand.

She stood there and realized that was why he had been so evil to her. It was his only defence to protect against this kind of horrid harassment. It was just unreal. The guy broke his fucking glasses. That was just fucked up.

Suddenly when Greg was on the ground Jennifer snapped into action. "Alright fuck off guys. Thats bullshit, you didnt need to take it that far. Hell you didnt need to take it anywhere. Why do t you go do pull ups somewhere and let me handle my own battles. Fucking meat clowns." She spat at them pushing herself between Greg and the bully.

They grunted and eyed her like a piece of meat that they would like to rape but no one dared touch the goddess of campus and they went on their way. Jennifer bent over and picked up Greg's glasses before turning herself toward him.

She frowned and placed the shatter rims in his hand. "I get it. I forgive you for being a dick at first. I didnt understand the defensive surface but I get I now. Im sorry Greg, I didnt want that to happen, even at my meanest I would have never wanted that on anyone."

She grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. "My offer to go to the amusement park with you is still open if you want it." She told him with a gentle smile.

 

[The_gladiator]

Jake was ready for a blow to hit him in the head, what he was not prepared for was to get his legs swept out from under him, dumping him on his ass. Before he could do anything, he got confirmation that Jennifer was indeed there as she stepped in. He bit his tongue, as he was about to tell her it was about time she stepped in. That was just the kind of snarky that had started this whole mess.

He brought the glasses close to his face to examine them. He could see ok from close up, but anything farther away was just a blur. It was what the sound had suggested, they were nothing but bent frames, with shattered lenses. “Another $200 dollars my parents don’t have.” He muttered.

Then he felt her hands touch his and lift him to his feet. She might be a girl, but anyone who said cheerleaders weren’t athletes were idiots, she was stronger than she looked, and when he caught on he helped by getting his feet under him so she steadied him while he rose rather than lifting him. “Thanks.” He mumbled. He realized in that moment that he was a little pathetic. He had gotten the shit beat out of him, but there was a part of him that thought it was worth it, just for that slight physical contact from a girl like her. “And yeah, I’d love to go.” He said softly in response to her offer.”

He reached for his phone in his pocket to call his parents. “Got to see if my parents can bring extra glasses.” He said softly.

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer watched him take out his phone and felt really bad about his glasses. She couldn't get him a new pair but maybe she could do something to make him feel better about his loss. "Hey let me have your phone number Greg." She said, pulling her phone out of her bra and inputting him as a new contact.

She gave Greg a pat on the back and smiled, "Hey I will catch you later, I have to take care of something." She told him before darting off.

She ran over to her table and grabbed up her bookbag, Sarah and Brittney both looked at her as if expecting a comment or update on the story. When Jennifer didn't say anything Brittney asked, "Well that looked like it went well."

Jennifer glared at her, "Shut up, just shut up Brittney nobody cares." She snapped and darted off.

"Somebody is on the rag." Sarah said.

Jennifer darted her way up to the roof of the school, quickly before the security guys would be hunting kids down and ushering them to class. She darted to the edge of the roof and looked down, not finding what she was looking for she moved to another edge.

With a grin she found it. Parking directly below the roof was Dave Peters shinny little Mustang. Black and turbo charged, Dave loved that car more than life itself. JEnnifer leaned against the very weak brick lip of the wall that prevent her from falling over the side of the roof. Her weight accidently caused a brick to fall free from the roof and land right into the Mustang's windshield.

Jennifer put a hand to her mouth and gasped, "Oops, my bad."

She took out her phone and took a picture of the fucked up windshield and sent it to Greg via text message. Then she sent him a message, Being an asshole never works out does it? I wonder how this happened

 

[The_gladiator]

Greg nodded to her comment that she had to go do something after giving her his number. He called his parents, and as usual, they were unavailable to bring him extra glasses. His mother was in a business meeting and his father had back to back patients. He sighed. “Useless.” He muttered.

His eyes widened at the picture that Jennifer sent him. If he had been on the fence about her this had done it, pushed her into the worthwhile category. He wrote back, “Poor him, I’d have sympathy, if I didn’t have to try to walk home find my glasses and make it back before the end of lunch… Somehow I still feel like he won, but this does help.” Typical to his genius IQ, he texted in full sentences not using any abbreviations or text speak that was common for their generation.

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer read his text and rolled her eyes, Dude, wall of text much? Where are you, I'll come give you a ride so you dont spend the day blind. She replied to him as she made her way down the halls and back out toward the parking lot. Her mom had let her take the car to school today as she would be in meetings all day long and got to have the corporate car for the day. Jennifer loved when she got the car, it was like freedom on four wheels.

As she made her way to the car, waiting for Greg to text her back she tried to think of ways to get him to lighten up. Nothing wrong with being a brilliant mind, but he didn't have to have a stick up his butt constantly. No she was going to have to ease him off his very tall mountain gradually. Heck if she got him on a rollar coaster he might actually crack a smile.

She climbed into her mom's car and fired it up, checking for a text from Greg so she could swing by and get him. God forbid he be late to a class, it might hurt is 120% scores. Was an A plus plus a thing? She barely ever saw A's on her tests so she only cared enough to stay on the cheerleading team and that was all the effort she felt was worth giving.

 

[The_gladiator]

Greg read her text and couldn’t help a slight smile. “Thanks, I’m right where you left me, I’ll come out the back.” He said heading for the area where parents dropped off their kids in the morning as opposed to where the buses dropped off students in the front. Fortunately he made it outside without hitting anything. He saw a car pulling up and leaning close to the window he saw what he thought was Jennifer.

“Thanks for the ride.” He said as he opened the door. He sat down, buckled his seat belt and set his overly large backpack on his lap. “You didn’t have to do this.” He said softly as she pulled away, after he gave her his address. “I mean, I wouldn’t have taken me after what I said to you, were I you. Like I said I really had no idea you weren’t just playing a trick on me…” he trailed off realizing he was repeating stuff they’d already gone over. At least he was talking to her, something that surprised even him; normally he was so nervous around women. Maybe it had to do with the fact she was watching the road and not him. However, he had had no problem talking to her even when he first saw her earlier, although anger had fueled that first exchange, anger and bitterness, so the fact he could talk to her now was surprising indeed.

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer listened to him talk about their little encounter at the top of the lunch hour and she slapped her leg. She looked at him and smiled, "You are quite an asshole, however after what I saw with the way those fuck heads treat you....I understand why you are so defensive. To be honest, if I were you I probably wouldn't trust me either. So why don't we just forget it and start from scratch."

She held out her hand toward him, "Hello there, my name is Jennifer Collins. It is very nice to meet you mister?" She raised her eyebrow and smirked his way.


(sorry it's short but it is a little time for conversation to get these characters together a bit)

 

[The_gladiator]

“I always tell people, I’m not an ass hole, but I do have one, so that technically makes them half right.” He said with a chuckle, trying to show his humor, in a less abrasive way.

He then nodded to her suggestion that they forget it and start over. He took her hand and shook it. His hands were long-fingered, piano hands, which were softer than most of the jocks she’d probably dated. However there were some callouses, showing that he did get out and do something active. Her hand was so much smaller than his and he held it for a couple of seconds longer than he probably should have, and if she was looking closely she may have seen him mouth the words, She’s touching me again. “Baxter. I’m Gregory Andrew Baxter, with the initials GAB, because my mother hates me.” He said with a smile and a chuckle. “At least I tell people At least my mother was not my father, because her maiden name is Schmitt. Having the initials GAS would be noxious indeed…pardon the pun.” He released her hand and fell silent for a couple of seconds before he commented, “You should probably start driving, though.”

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer laughed at his jokes politely, leaving it clear that his level of humor wasn't really all that funny. At least he wasn't being a dick any more and that was a start. She looked down at her hands and realized she was making friends with a school nobody, a blip, a waste of space, and yet she wasn't embarrassed about it, nor was she eager to be rid of him as if this was just some kind of charity thing. Greg didn't know it now, but she really wanted to give this friendship and maybe even more a real fighting chance.

"Right driving sounds good Mister Gas, oops I mean Bag, or was it Gab?" She teased, playfully and smirking toward him as she took him home. The dashboard clock was ticking away the time of the lunch hour and they had to get back quickly if they wanted to make it to class on time.

The thing was, Jennifer didn't much give a shit about getting back in time, or even at all if she were completely honest with herself.

After a few minutes she pulled up to Greg's house and nodded, "Need any help looking for your glasses? You know since you're basically blind right now. Hey if I was topless, would you know?" She teased, elbowing him. "Go on we have to hurry back or you will be late to class and you will turn into a pumpkin."

 

[The_gladiator]

Greg heard her polite laugh, he knew he wasn’t really very funny. “It was my way of reclaiming my name so it couldn’t be another weapon kids used against me.” He explained softly. When she teased him about her name after the awkward silence of the drive, it didn’t offend him, it made him smile.

He cleared his throat, “I should accept your help but you’d think I was a wimp, don’t real men not need help?” he said, only half joking. “Well, are you topless?” he asked as he opened the car door. “It is physically impossible for me to turn into a pumpkin.” He said, pretending he hadn’t gotten the joke.

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer opened her mouth and looked at him, taking a breath to explain the pumpkin joke, but she shut it mouth and shook her head as Greg darted off into his home to get his eyes. She couldn't believe how uptight he was, his humor seemed to be on and off, and when it was off he was extremely literal. It gave him a really hard edge that came off as abrasive.

The problem was she had no idea how to light him up. Quite frankly the kid need to get laid, but she wasn't going to do that.....or well.....maybe. There was a rumor that spread along the girls that some of the nerdy kids had very good dicks. She would be lying if she said she wasn't at least curious to find out about that rumor.

She knew that some of the football players had the littlest dicks due to the damn growth hormones they took. It made them very good looking but very disappointing in the bedroom. Rather sad really.

She sighed and glanced over at the house, still no sign of Greg. She wondered if he had fallen down the stairs or something.

 

[The_gladiator]

Greg reappeared in the doorway and waved at her, “I can’t find them, think I’ll need your help after all.” He looked embarrassed he couldn’t find them. He had looked in all the likely places by both sight and touch, and was hoping that her better eyes could spot them much quicker. He wasn’t thinking about the fact that he’d never had a girl in his house, let alone his bedroom, he was thinking more about just finding his glasses. It was an ability of his to focus on something and to the exclusion of other things; this was sometimes a problem as it often made him oblivious to things.

 

[Intensityrising]

"What a putz. Why dont men ask for help to begin with?" She muttered to herself. Then she clicked the car off and got out. She trotted over and met Greg at the door to his house where he quickly showed her up to his room. From what she saw of his home it was a typical family house. Nicely laid out a d nothing really out of the ordinary. Which was good to Jennifer it meant that hisfamily had to be at least somewhat normal.

Up in his bedroom she tried her best to simply look for the glasses, she didnt want to stumble upon a rubber vagina or stack of porn magazines. Though she did notice that he had a nice large bed. A king size with basic blankets on it. She thought it looked really comfortable and would be a good bed to fuck in.....whoa where did that thought come from? Easy girl.

She saw a glasses case on the end of the bed wedged between the mattress and footboard. Grabbing it she smiled at it wasn't empty. "Hey Greg I think I found them.....either the glasses or maybe your stash of pot." She sniffed it. "Nope doesnt smell like pot." She teased giving him the case.

 

[The_gladiator]

He led her into the house. His mother was in business and his father was a therapist, so they made a decent amount of money. The house was a modest 2 story affair that looked like many other homes. His room was somewhat Spartan in design, other than there was a couple star wars posters on one wall. There was however a book case on one entire wall, shelves and shelves of books lined it, and it was obvious even from the door they were organized according to type and arranged alphabetically.

“No ma’am I pass on grass.” He said, trying to crack a smile, wondering if she’d get the meet the parent’s reference. She placed the glasses in his hands and he nodded, “Yeah looks like it.” He put them on and the world snapped into focus. And that’s when it hit him that an absolutely beautiful woman was sitting on the edge of his bed in his bed room. Her long hair flowed down her back and he caught himself staring at her, from her hair, to her full breasts down her long tanned legs and finally back up to her eyes. He had looked at her , knew she was beautiful, even beaten off to thoughts of her, as young men tended to do, but he’d never gotten this close of a look before. When he reached her eyes he knew he was busted, she had to know he had been staring and he found himself blushing, he could feel the burn of his cheeks, which even turned his ears pink. “Uh, yeah these are the right ones, old prescription but they work well enough.” He said trying to cover up what he had just done.

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer smirked as he popped the glasses on and the first thing he took a look at was her. A long look, head to toe. She one boys looked at her whenever they could sneak it when they though she didnt know. She always knew, it was kind of the point of being hot. People looked and the more they looked the better job you knew you were doing. So Greg looking at her, taking her all in as if he could memorize her and use that image later made her smirk.

He turned beat red as he caught her looking right at him. Almost watch in him watch her. Slowly so stood up and smoothed her outfit out. "Do you like what you see Greg?" She asked teasing him. "You can look, I dont mind. I bet you never have gotten to really get a good look of a girl like me huh?" She let her voice get hot and heavy, meant to build sexual tension and see what kind of reaction she could get from him.

She reached up and touched his chin, turning his face toward her. "Go ahead and look all you want. Ill even pose if you like." She said shifting her weight so that she was leaning toward one hip.

 

[The_gladiator]

Greg gulped. Her teasing made him blush more. Her words should have made him defensive, made him lash out at her like he did before but they caused his stomach to flip flop, in a reaction that was far from anger. “Well yeah…of course…you’re beautiful…you know, you’re the kind of girls that guys dream about and write poems for.” He managed not to spit out and get their hearts broken by. Maybe he wasn’t completely hopeless.

He blushed as she continued, “Well no, I mean not in real life. Just online…” he trailed off she so did not need to know about his porn watching habits.

He looked down and away from her shyly. However she was having none of that. Slender fingers touched his face, lifted his chin on her fingertips almost making him look at her. He almost looked away but didn’t know when he would be given this opportunity again, if ever, so took her in. “Is your hair as soft as it looks?” he asked finally, a part of him knowing his initial mental question of, were her breasts as soft as they looked would probably get him curb stomped again. And the flippant comment pose, you mean naked? should never see the light of day.

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer knew that Greg was not only a virgin, but now she was sure he had never done shit with a girl. He probably hadn't even held a girl's hand or hell seen a girl naked in real life. It was rather cute and if she was being honest with herself, it kind of turned her on knowing that she could have him and shape his sexual development in any way she saw fit.

He made a comment about her hair and she smiled. He probably wanted to talk about another part of her body but didnt have the courage. "You like my hair?" She asked, pulling most of it over one shoulder so it could hang in front of her. "Go ahead and touch it if you like." She told him, deciding to give him a little thrill. She couldn't help herself really. She was turning herself on by the thought of virgin Greg more than Greg himself. He had it rough around school so she could forgive his dickishness. Hell maybe being with her would cool him out or something. What did she have to lose really. Each passing day turned the popular kids into more and more of a bunch of scumbags in her eyes.

"It's okay Greg my hair wont bite you." She encouraged.

 

[The_gladiator]

He watched her slide her hand into her hair pulling the long locks over one shoulder. It was long and thick, and he imagined it felt like silk. “Oh, you wouldn’t mind?” he asked stepping forward hand lifting fingers sliding tentatively over her hair, brushing the skin of her neck in the process. He wanted to bury his hand in it, to really experience it but didn’t have the courage to do so. He slowly stroked his hand down its length. He found himself smiling stupidly. “Wow, it really is as soft as I imagined it.” He said softly. He closed his eyes to truly focus on the sensation of touch. Showing his ability to really focus in on something. "It doesn't bite, but you might if I do something wrong." he murmered in response to her final comment.