Introduction: My first ever erotic story I wrote, re-edited with ages changed so that I can reupload it. **No age is mentioned in this story and for all we know all characters are 18 or above for the story.** It's full of tropes, but there's also a few surprises here and there. I hope you like it.

Chapter One

am

To Kill a Mockingbird

are

not

Chapter Two

Hey there stud. Surprised?

Depends! Who is this?

I see someone needs a reminder ;)

U are so… not shy!

Who, lil’ old me?

If ur going to send me pictures like this, I may just want to save them. Is that ok?

Not yet.

Now you can. I just figured you’d want the full set ;)

Do u want anything from me?

What, and spoil the surprise when I get to see it in person? Hell no!

You*

those

Well, what are *you* up to?

Morning! Want a ride?

Sure! When do you want me to be ready?

7:30.

Don’t groan at me, mister. If you want rides, get used to the fact that I’m a morning person.

Knight Rider

am

To Kill a Mockingbird

everywhere

technically

my

half an hour

coincidence

this

hey this is adam rite?

definitely

Chapter Three

Hey! Hope you don’t mind, I’m spending the afternoon at a friend’s house. When do you want me home?

Hey, this is adam rite?

Yup! This is May, I bet.

Battleblock Theater

on

lol yeah! r u excited 4 drama???

Yeah, you? :)

so

You made it home safe?

Nope, I died.

Oh well. I’ll give you a beautiful funeral. ;)

yeah totally, were gonna rock :)

u talk really proper, i like it lol

Team Fortress 2

Someone

Sorry squirt, busy. Sucks to be you!

Oh my God, Nicole, I already told her I would!!! What am I going to do?! Now she’s going to be all disappointed in me!!

Jeez, I can’t ever joke around with you, can I? I can totally drive you, ya dweeb.

Hey, you free on Friday?

well

Oh my God

so close

Chapter Four

quite

Megan just asked me out to the dance. I don’t think I’m confident enough to ask May. Should I go for it?

definitely

like

Hey, you leaving soon? I could use a ride.

let alone

Thought you’d never ask. Meet me in the car, at the back entrance.

Chapter Five

my

Poltergeist

on

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

All throughout middle school, I had hated the name Adam Watson. It was a name the school bullies had become all too familiar with, and it became a name I figured was cursed, and I too for having it. They always liked to give me increasingly bizarre reasons for their bullying – “Adam can’t talk to girls, he must like men,” “Adam still wears tighty-whities,” “Adam doesn’t like looking at porn,” crap like that. I knew their true reason for picking on me – I was just another geeky, socially awkward kid who had a tendency to talk in a way considered too ‘proper’ for middle school, and an inability to talk to girls. The ‘proper’ talk was how my parents raised me. The inability to talk to girls, well, that was just a gift from God.The bullying got so bad that eventually I stopped going outside for recess, I stopped talking to people during my classes, and eventually I stopped talking to people. As far as middle school went, it was an easy solution that was basically foolproof. But by the time I had gotten to high school, I found out that my luck had drained away.After I plead and plead to my parents, I was transferred to a high school far away from my old middle school. There were none of my old bullies in sight, but as I had learned in the first few weeks of grade nine, socialization was a bit more key. I was talking to people, but shyly, quietly and I’m sure what could be seen as begrudgingly. However, that all changed quickly.It was a cool-ish October morning when I was woken by my mother’s bellowing voice.“Adam! Get up! You’re going to miss the bus!”Shit. Had I slept through my alarm? A lazy opening of one eye and a peek at my digital clock answered that question with a jolt of panic. I bolted upwards, jumped out of my bed and pulled on the closest shirt I could see. As I found and put on a pair of pants, I inspected myself in the mirror.Nothing special, to be expected. A lanky, almost gangly teen stared back at me, his longish dirty blond hair flopped over his head, just enough that you couldn’t see his piercing green eyes, something I was told once was my best feature. Mind you, my grandma told me that, so I wasn’t exactly going to call that the popular vote quite yet. I grimaced slightly at the state of my hair and what I saw as a skinny, unattractive body. The baggy shirt I had randomly picked helped a bit, I reasoned to myself. I shook my head, pushed my hair out of my face and raced downstairs.The first thing I saw when I headed into the kitchen downstairs was my dad looking at his watch. “Just missed it…” he commented bitterly. “It’s a shame you don’t have a Delorean on you.”Ignoring his dated movie joke, I sputtered out, “I missed the bus?” My heart sank. The high school was, as I mentioned, far away, and I didn’t have any other way to get there.He raised his eyebrows. “Nope,” he replied without a trace of a smile. “I’m just kidding. Now get your stuff together, you don’t have long.”I breathed a sigh of relief. Two things about my dad that created a sometimes unnerving mix was that he was an absolute joker who never took anything seriously, and that he never ever smiled. He wasn’t heartless, he just liked to show his jokiness and happiness in other ways. Unless he was playing a prank on me, I never really minded it. Though, today was definitely an exception.As I gathered my stuff together, my mother started to stammer. She was an absolute worrier, and was a little hesitant by nature, as if anything she could say would drive me to depression. I turned to her expectantly, still packing away my textbooks and lunch.She noticed my stare and cleared her throat. “Sweetie, before you go, I want to have a quick word with you.”“Sure, but make it quick please.” I replied flatly. “Doc Brown over there says I don’t have long.”Oh good, you got the reference.” Dad replied dryly as he sipped his coffee. “Hey Marcia, maybe I’m not as old as I thought.” He called out to my mother.Mom nodded at dad with a patient smile on her face, then turned her attention back to me. “Sweetie, we’ve been talking to your teachers, and frankly, I’m just a little worried."What a surprise, I thought. “Worried? Why? Are my grades bad? It’s only been a month, I’m not that dumb.”“You’re not dumb, Adam!” My mother said sharply. “It’s not your grades. Your teachers are just worried because you’re unusually quiet in class. I thought it would help once we got you to a school where you could have a fresh start, but it doesn’t seem to be helping, and frankly, it would make things a lot easier on me to get you bussing to a closer school…”I caught on to what she was saying immediately. “Mom, I can’t go to that school. Everyone there will know me. They were happy with bullying me before. It’ll make my life a living hell.”It’s true, mom had a hell of a time convincing the board to get me bussing from a whole town over without being in a special education program, but I was just starting to get used to a life where I wasn’t the center of attention, and I would fight like hell before I had to give that up.Mom bit her lip in thought. “I don’t know, sweetie.” She finally said. “It just seems like the school isn’t helping you. If you were a bit more social, it would make it all worth it.” She paused for effect. “And it would mean the world to me.”I exhaled sharply. I wanted to tell her that being social was the opposite of what I craved, but while my eyes scanned the room looking for an explanation, they found the clock. Oh, shit.“I-I’ll think about it, mom.” I said quickly as I scooped up my backpack. “I’ll try, okay?”She gave me a weak smile as I headed out the door. Poor mom. I was a bit too hard on her, knowing all of the things she did for me, but I couldn’t help who I was.Or could I? The thought crept into my mind as I sat on the bus, staring out the window. Maybe, even if I considered it a living hell, I should do it for my mom, not me. I should prove myself to be a social success. Even just a little. That could keep me at this school, then once I had one or two friends, I could stop talking again, and we would all win.I started to smile. Maybe I should just be spontaneous. Be that guy who did crazy things and met the craziest of friends. Maybe it might even make me happier. As I thought about it more, my smile turned into a grin. Okay. I’ll do it.***My homeroom, science class, was honestly the most fun I had all day. I had one reason for that, and the reason was Mr. Carrozza. This professor was just the right amount of friendly, and the right amount of crazy to make me both smile and be glad I wasn’t him.“Brilliant to see you all here again today, class.” He began after the morning announcements died down. “Now, today we’ll be looking at the basic properties of light in relation to matter. Now, some of my comrades would say that this is ‘senior physics’ or something like that, but we can take it, can’t we, hmm?”He turned to us, his bug-eyes magnified by his overly large glasses. His white hair contrasted with his weirdly-tanned face. His face quickly turned into a smile when he heard a couple of groans.“Just a joke, class. Pardon my academic sense of humor. We’re just going to be looking at concave and convex lenses. If you ask me, the lesson is really watered down, almost as if the principal is insulting our very intelligence… Oh, wait!”Derailed from his weekly speech about how we learn too little, he hobbled over to his desk and retrieved a paper.“I do believe the announcements were supposed to cover this, but it seems they haven’t, so pardon the brief interruption.” He said, then pursed his lips as he squinted and read the paper. He made an audible ‘ah’ sound and turned his attention to the class.“It’s that time again, class.” He said simply. “Student council is hiring grade 9 students to join them in governing the school.”Student council. Only the most popular kids get into that class. And only the best. All four teachers a student had needed to vouch for a candidate if they wanted to join, and only one student from grade 9 could join. Mr. Carrozza went over the duties of student council before pressing on.“I don’t suppose any of you brilliant young minds would like to give the old stick a whack across the tree, would you?”Silence poured through the room. “What does that even mean?” a muscle-clad hoodie-wearer called from across the room.Mr. Carrozza sighed. “Would any of you be interested in trying out for Student Council?” He asked. His eyes scanned the room, his tongue running over his lips in concentration as he squinted at all of us in succession. When his eyes passed over me, his eyes lit up and he donned a shocked expression.“Why Mr. Watson, this is certainly an unexpected surprise!”What? I looked confusedly at him, then at all of the eyes peering at me. Finally, I saw my arm. My own arm, reaching into the air as if I were painted on the Sistine Chapel. Oh, no. Oh God no. When did my arm go up like that? I willed it down. Student Council was not for me. It was not for… Actually…What if I tried out? I would definitely lose, so there was no harm there. And it would calm mom down. Maybe this could be my spontaneous thing. With newfound confidence, I nodded. “Yes, Mr. Carrozza.” I said, as if speaking with my voice for the first time. “I would like to try out for Student Council.”He fumbled with his words. He certainly was not expecting this. Finally, he produced a piece of paper from his desk, and put it gently on my desk. “Well, I must say, good luck.” He said, then added, “See me after class.”I looked at him with confusion until he pointed to the lower section of the paper. The higher section required all of my personal information, and the bottom half was for my marks, comments, and signatures from teachers. I should have been nervous, but I was actually excited. I had no clue why.“Alright, everyone, enough about tawdry school activities.” Mr. Carrozza said sternly as he walked back to his desk. “Open your books to page 147. You should see ‘The properties of a convex lens.'”Everyone turned back to their desks immediately. I’d know, I sat at the back of the class. Well, everyone except one girl. He eyes seemed to be locked onto the paper I was holding. I glanced at her from the blackboard to see a look I couldn’t identify. It seemed like… confused intrigue. Her full lips seemed curved into something just short of a smile, as if she was wondering why someone like me would want to be in Student Council. Her brown, wavy hair covered one of her hazel eyes, and for a fellow grade nine, I had to say her body looked damn good, from what little I saw of it. Still, I didn’t want to be caught staring and apparently neither did she. Even though I’d been looking at her for a good second, she suddenly snapped to attention and turned back around. Curious, but too shy to even think about it without scolding myself, I turned back towards the class.***After class, I stayed behind, as Mr. Carrozza instructed me. When he looked up from his desk to find me still sitting there, he looked puzzled for a second, then his eyes lit up. “Ah, of course, master Watson.” He said, half-joking, as he got up from his desk and overlooked my paper. in a distracted voice, he added, “Yes, you’re one of my best students, you know.”“Thank you, sir.” I replied flatly.“Oh, no need for the ‘sir!'” He shot back playfully. “It makes me feel old.” He stopped what he was doing, shot a look straight up at nothing in particular, and added gravely, “My God, Iold.” Strangely, he just chuckled and went back to the paper. One signature later, he sighed happily and returned to the desk. I read his kinds words aloud and thanked him again, and he happily shooed me away. I left the classroom feeling a lot better than I normally did while I was in school.***Math class felt for difficult for me, in terms of approaching the teacher. True to his name, Mr. Graves took his job very seriously, and not only canned any and all jokes his brain ever thought up since the ’90s, but also made you feel scared just by asking him a question. When he was finished giving the lesson, with as much fake confidence as I could muster, I walked up to his desk and cleared my throat nervously.“Uh, Mr. Graves?” I stated weakly.He looked up from an assignment he was marking with one eyebrow cocked. “What can I do for you, Adam?” He asked very seriously.“Um, I was wondering if you could…” I trailed off and held up the paper. “Could you please… sign this?” I managed.He looked it over in my hand. “I suppose.” He replied. He lowered his eyebrows and his eyes met mine as if they were going to fire missiles. “But next time, please ask me after class. You may have interrupted some students’ concentration.”I turned to the class. Many, if not most, of my fellow classmates were staring at me as I sat at Mr. Graves’ desk.“Sorry.” I mumbled lamely. The class collectively chuckled, and I immediately felt weak in the chest. Great. I tried to say one little thing, and already people were laughing at my stupidity. I must have looked like a real ass. A low-down, stupid-“Adam!” Mr. Graves said sternly as he held out the paper. I emitted an audible ‘oh’ and grabbed the paper. “Thanks.” I said to him.“You’re welcome.” He said, returning to his paper. “And Adam?”I held back. “Yes?”“May I offer some advice?”“Certainly, sir.” I replied.“Student council is about popularity and ability. But ability only counts with the teachers. With students, it’s popularity. That’s going to be your main hurdle. Don’t worry about the teachers. You’re a good student. Worry about how you’re going to come across as popular.” He looked up from his paper, admitting a look of genuine concern, the first time he let any sign of emotion show in his classroom. “No offense, of course.” He said with a tone matching his uncharacteristically concerned face.“None taken.” I said. He was speaking the truth. When I made my way back to the desk, I felt a hand on my shoulder behind me. I cringed. This was it. Someone was going to hit me for something stupid I said.“Man, Mr. Graves is such an asshole.” I heard a voice whisper sympathetically from behind me. I turned around to see a guy with a nearly shaven head looking back at me, dressed in a black baggy sweater. “Don’t you worry about him. You can make yourself popular.” He added for support.No one really talked to me before without due reason, so I just stammered as a response. He broke out into a grin and added, “And I loved the way you said ‘sorry.’ Classic, man.” He held out his fist. I’m not proud to say it’s only from movies that I knew I had to do a fist-bump.I felt a strong wave of relief wash over me. He thought me saying ‘sorry’ was cool, not pathetic. But… Was Mr. Graves an asshole? I actually liked him a lot more after our conversation today. Maybe it was because he knew how to cut the bullshit and speak the truth. I didn’t know.“I’m Carson, by the way.” The guy behind me whispered.“Adam. Adam Watson.” I said back.“Good to meet you, man. Good on ya going for Student Council. It’s usually only pricks and sluts that would try out anyway. I’d vote for ya.”I was genuinely scared by this guy’s kindness, but that feeling was a shadow in comparison to the pride in knowing I had secured one vote. “Yeah?” I said, unable to hide my smile. He simply nodded. I nodded back, and turned back to my assignment.***My English teacher was overenthusiastic, to say the least. You could barely ever catch her without some sort of smile on her face. When I presented the paper to her, words were not needed – all she did was smile enthusiastically and take the sheet.“I’m very impressed with you.” Mrs. Jackson said in a way so sweet that I began to doubt her sincerity. “Very impressed.” She handed me back the sheet, the comments section coated with completely overstated accounts of my success in English class. I smiled at her, probably a bit more weakly than I should have, and took a seat.This time, it wasn’t so ceremonious. Nobody had any reason to look up from their reading at me, and I preferred it that way. I scanned my eyes over the class from my seat at the back and noticed the same girl again.I never even knew she was in two of my classes. This time, I had more than a second to observe her, and it would be criminal of me to describe her as anything less than beautiful, even from the back. She was wearing an adorable dark green dress which hugged her curves nicely. Even from the back, I could tell that she had to be at least a B cup, if not larger. Her waist seemed to disappear into her chair, although the chair itself wasn’t that wide. I could tell, she was absolutely gorgeous, and I found myself wishing that she would do something. Turn around, stand up, anything to help me get a better look at her.My wish was granted as her back stiffened and she stretched. She rolled her shoulders as she moved her head from side to side, moving the hair out of her face. Being diagonally across from her, I barely saw the outer details of her face.Even as she worked, she had the beginnings of an adorable smile constantly on display. Near the corner of her mouth moving up to her nose were just the right amount of freckles to look adorable. Her hair, brown and beautiful, practically shone, and cascaded down her head down to her waist, and complimented her face amazingly. Her nose was a perfect shape, and what little I could see of her eye was perfect too. She honestly looked like a painting.Before she had the chance to turn around and notice me, I turned back to my reading, but noticed a fluttering feeling in my heart that I couldn’t quite place. For the first time, I had a crush.***In hindsight, I had no clue why I had picked drama class as an elective. I enjoyed watching movies, and shows like Whose Line Is It Anyway, but I had the acting skills of a dead cat. I read s like they were an ingredients label on a Boring Sandwich, and could improv about as well as reading s. Not to mention my shyness was a huge impairment on my ability to participate.However, I had to give the class some credit – the teacher was fantastic. His name was Mr. Salvador, a Spanish-born man who allegedly went to theater school in Paris of all places. He always had a serious expression, topped off by a small pair of glasses and little-to-no hair at all times. He first got my respect when he outlined that unlike other drama classes, he would not focus on Shakespeare and taking apart s to find their deeper meaning. In fact, the guy was unpredictable and unusual in his exercises to boot. The first thing he did with us was go on the auditorium’s stage and tell the class who we were – without using words. Needless to say, I didn’t have a hard time telling the class I was shy.Getting him to sign my paper would prove to be the most difficult out of all the teachers, though, since he began class the same way every day – arriving later than all of his students, walking to the stage, sitting on it’s edge, facing us, and simply saying, “Hello.” Then he began the lesson immediately, without interruptions. His voice was authoritative, yet calming – almost like a fatherly figure. I imagine he was the subject of a lot of Electra complexes in the school.Then he would dive right in to the lesson. He got us to go onstage and all divide up into pairs, firstly. Our class had an odd number of people… three guesses who managed to not find a partner.“Adam.” Mr. Salvador called out.“Yes?” I called back.He made an outward gesture with his arms. “Where’s your partner?” He asked me.Sarcasm was my first language, and as a result I’ve learned to impulsively use it with everyone, authority or not. “He left.” I replied.He gave me a puzzled look. “Where’d he go?” He asked, then looked around. “I thought we were all accounted for.”I made a mental note in my head that they must not teach sarcasm in Paris and clarified, “I was kidding. I don’t have a partner.”“Got it.” he replied flatly. “Well, for now… Join a pair, make a group of three.”I groaned internally. Not I was the subject of a group’s ruin. I must have looked like a complete ass at that point, as I putzed around nervously, looking for anybody who didn’t view me with what I saw as contempt.“C’mon, quickly.” Mr. Salvador encouraged me impatiently. I jumped slightly and joined the closest group to me, a group of two guys who looked like they were only in this class to get the arts credit. Sports jerseys, a visible ‘fuck you’ attitude, low-riding pants… Yup, these guys were the pinnacle of ‘I don’t belong in a drama class.’ Then again, I wasn’t the one to talk.Mr. Salvador cleared his throat and began. Label yourselves A and B.”The class was abuzz with overenthusiastic actors and actresses of tomorrow labeling themselves ‘A’ immediately. In my group, I just looked at my shoes and one of the jock wannabes turned to the other. “Um… Okay, I’ll be A, you be B.” one of them said, a boy with blond hair and a mouth that always seemed to hang open.“What about this guy?” The other one, a guy with brown hair just a little bit too long and the makings of a mustache (a baseball player, I bet) said while gesturing towards me.Blondie thought to himself, his mouth still open. Then his open mouth broke into a grin. “He can be B too.” He said proudly, as if he just thought up a brilliant idea.I nodded enthusiastically, looking up from my shoes. On the inside, I sighed.Mr. Salvador continued. “Good! Now, A’s, your job is to get the other to guess an emotion. Once I say go, A’s will come to me in a huddle and I’ll give you your separate emotions you have to portray. A’s, you can not use your face or your voice. Your face is blank. You can only portray this emotion with your bodies. Pairs will sit down when you’ve guessed correctly.”At least my team had double the guessing power, I thought bitterly. I actually wouldn’t have minded being paired up with anyone else. I didn’t much like jocks, they were the type of person who bullied me relentlessly only a short time ago. I closed my eyes and asked that if there was a God up there, to give me a new partner. Someone. Anyone.All of a sudden, there was a knock on the auditorium doors, followed by the door opening and someone slowly entering. I recognized her immediately. The cutie from my English and Science classes.“Sorry for disrupting the class.” She practically sang in a voice I kept repeating in my head. If angels could talk, her voice could make them leave in shame. It was delicate, yet sweet; strong, yet soft. As she stood, I got the chance to drink in her full image.She was short, but not too short. Her height could only be described as perfect – just shorter than me. The green dress ended at her knees, revealing two beautiful, almost teasing legs. They seemed to slink as she walked. Her shoes were together in a pose cutely complimented by how her two hands were clasped behind her back. Her waist was tight – very tight. Hugged impressively by her dress, as if the dress was made only for her, her waist allowed her surprisingly full hips (Which I had to imagine would sway just a bit when she walked) and chest to stick out even more than they normally would.And her chest certainly didn’t need the help. I was wrong before – she had to be at least a C cup (which was massive for grade 9 standards) which stood out proudly from her chest, slightly straining the dress she was wearing.Her face was slightly blushing from all of the attention on her, but she was still giving that cute, innocent smile. Her pale complexion, something I normally didn’t like in a girl, outlined all of her facial features perfectly, and brought to mind the skin of an angel. The freckles brought out just the right amount of innocent cuteness, but they had nothing on her beautiful, big hazel eyes, gleaming and dancing on her face’s smile. Her eyelashes, full yet giving me the impression she wore no mascara, crowned them beautifully. Her hair framed her face in a perfect fashion, and the sight of her made me smile before I was even realizing it. My trance was broken when Mr. Salvador spoke.“It’s okay. Can I help you?”“I just transferred out of music…” She trailed off ,holding up a sheet of paper. “Mr. Scott directed me to this class.”Mr. Scott was our school’s principal, and I was just about ready to kiss his feet at that moment. Mr. Salvador nodded at her, and turned back to the class.“Well, welcome to the class. You missed a lot of introductory activities, so you’ll find that the first few weeks will be a bit overwhelming.”“It’s fine!” she returned in a chipper way. “I work well under pressure.”I had to turn away from any classmates in my line of sight. I know she didn’t mean it like that, but she was making me… Stir, in the lower areas. I scolded myself for being so lustful, and tried to calm myself down by reminding myself how I probably won’t ever even talk with her.“Well, you can join in on this activity.” Mr. Salvador said, mostly to himself. “Let’s see… Adam, you said your partner left, correct?”My heart fluttered in my chest as the class gave a little bit of a laugh. “Uh…” I began, taken off guard. “Yes sir.” I noted that it was the first time I called him sir. He raised his eyebrows in a way that made me wonder if he made the same realization.“Well, he just got used to this group.” Blondie piped up. “New girl can go with me if you want.”Mr. Salvador either didn’t remember his hormonal period of being a teen, or had the best poker face known to man. “I don’t see why her going with Adam is any worse.” He said with a blank expression. He turned to her. “And I imagine your name is something other than ‘new girl.'”“Way to go, Quick Draw McGraw.” called out a voice from the class, directed at Blondie. The class chuckled, but Mr. Salvador ignored them, fixated on the girl’s response.She smiled at him. “I’m May. May Stevens.”“May Stevens.” He repeated to himself, nodding. A smile slowly formed on his face. “Well, we’re glad to have you aboard.”He explained to her the activity, and she seemed excited by it. She hopped up onstage without another word and turned back towards Mr. Salvador. “Who am I partnered with again?” She asked sweetly.Great. I was forgettable to her. My heart sank as I started beating myself up internally. So much that I didn’t even notice when Mr. Salvador pointed to me. The next think I felt was a poke in my arm. I was shocked to see May at the end of the poking finger, smiling at me. Her expression then softened. “Oh, I know you!” she exclaimed.I smiled weakly and gave a small nod. She would have continued, but Mr. Salvador called for all A’s to meet him for their emotion.She turned to me. “Oh, by the way, if we’re going to be partners, I’m always A.” She said, and winked playfully as she walked off towards the group huddle. Was she flirting with me? No, of course she wasn’t. She wouldn’t. I’m way out of her league. It was only a wink. Friends can wink. Right?She walked back to me, her mind clearly at work with whatever Mr. Salvador had given her. “Alright, Go!” Mr. Salvador called, and the auditorium was instantly full of shouting.May began to walk, but started to stumble. She then composed herself and started to look around erratically. Her face was completely blank, as Mr. Salvador instructed, but it was still a vision of beauty. It took me a second to get out of my trance and start guessing.“Um… Nervousness?” I asked in an ironically nervous fashion. She kept up the act, so I guessed it wasn’t it. “Caution?” I asked. She thought to herself for a second, then resumed her walk-stumble thing. “…Drunk?” I asked, throwing up my arms.She flashed me quick grin and a chuckle before composing herself. Oh my God, her full-on smile was something. I bet it could cure diseases. There was something about her eyes that made her smile what it was. You couldn’t take one single part of her face and take it out of her smile. It all worked to make her face beautiful.I shook my head again and focused on her act. She was looking around more erratically now, like she was in a panic.“Panic.” I stated. Her hand went flat and wobbled, giving me the universal symbol for ‘Kind of.’ She then scratched her head and throw up her arms in frustration. I wasn’t sure if she ran out of ways or was still acting, but after, she just put her finger to her lower lip and thought. She looked confused.“Confusion,” I said lamely, as a last guess. She grinned and nodded. “You got it!” She said happily, and we sat down. We were by no means the first group to get it, but we at least weren’t the last. I looked at Blondie and his friend to see that they were still struggling. I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face.My smile didn’t last long, especially since Mr. Salvador told the class after everyone was sitting that it was now B’s turn to act. I sighed as he called us forward, and joined the huddle. He was already assigning students by the time I got there.“Callum, you’ll be ‘Tired.’ Hanna, you’re ‘Longing.’ Uhh… Adam. You’re going to be ‘Shy.'”That was totally a remark on my character, but I smiled and nodded. This would be too easy. As I was walking back, May was still sitting on the ground, and flashed me a thumbs-up with one of her trademark smiles. I gave her a thumbs-up back as she stood up.“Go ahead!” Mr. Salvador called out, and the auditorium was once again filled with shouting.I swear I didn’t do anything I wouldn’t have normally. I just stuck my hands in my pockets and collapsed my shoulders inward.“Shy.” May guessed. I nodded. “Really?” she asked me, beaming. “C’mon, let’s sit then.” She added giddily.Mr. Salvador noticed how quickly we sat down. He gave a small nod in my direction, letting the smallest of smiles form on his lips.***The class was over sooner than I would have expected. When the bell went, Mr. Salvador called out, “Alright, good work. See you all tomorrow.”Most of the class cleared out immediately, though I was surprised to see that May was sort of lingering around. She approached me and said softly, “Thanks for being my partner today.”“You’re thanking me?!” was the first thing my mind thought. Of course, my mouth went off with the same words without giving me a chance to think about it first. I cringed, thinking it was a stupid thing to say.She gave a small, adorable laugh. “Well, yeah. To tell you the truth, I moved to this high school from a little bit away, so I don’t know anyone here. It’s just kind of overwhelming.” She paused, then noticing I wasn’t going to speak, asked, “What’s your name? All I know is ‘Mr. Watson.'” she said, imitating Mr. Carrozza’s voice.I chuckled. “I-I’m Adam.” I said, probably more shakily than I’d like.She nodded. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Adam.” She said.“Nice to meet you too, May.” I added a bit quickly. I bet she noticed my discomfort, and was just being kind to me. That’s all it was.“Well, see you! Good luck running for student council.” She gave me another playful wink and walked off.The council! I had forgotten all about it. Thank goodness for her. After she walked off, I ran to my backpack and dug into it, looking for the sheet. When I did, I had enough time to see Mr. Salvador, walking out of the auditorium.“Mr. Salvador!” I called out. He stopped in his tracks and turned around.“Hello.” He said in his commanding voice.I ran up to him and asked, “I’m running for student council and was wondering if you would maybe consider advocating for me. If not that’s okay too.” I cursed my mouth.He looked at me for a second, then said, “Of course.” He started making his way towards the stage, then put the paper on the edge. He sat down and began to sign. “Next time, I expect you to use fewer words when asking. Don’t waste my time.”The guy loved brevity. ‘Don’t waste my time’ wasn’t as harsh coming from him. “Good work today.” he added as he kept signing. “If you hadn’t shown me your ability today, you wouldn’t have gotten such a recommendation.” He got up and gave me the sheet.I remembered his love of brevity. “Noted.” I simply said. He nodded and began to walk out again is if nothing had happened. I got my backpack from the floor and started to walk out myself.***I presented my paper to the office and the secretary looked me up and down. “You’re applying for student council?” she asked, with a bit more condescension in her voice than I’d like. I nodded. She shrugged and continued. “Alrighty then! The elections are next week. Other than you, three other people have applied. You have until after next week’s assembly to put up posters and do anything else you want to get your fellow students to vote for you. Then next week on Monday, you’ll have to give a speech at the assembly.”Oh boy. Speeches. This was going to be fun… But if anything, I was a guy who saw things through. I told myself I would, and so I shall. But posters? That seemed… stupid. It seemed like a childish way to make the class listen, and certainly wouldn’t show any leadership qualities…At once, the idea came to me. I knew what I was going to do.***When I got home, mom was still at the computer. She worked from home – an idea she had when I was 5 to avoid spending too much on babysitting. “Hello, sweetie!” She yelled across the house when she heard the door slam. “How was school?”I don’t know why, but I had a newfound confidence. With all of the confidence I knew I didn’t have before, I swaggered up to mom’s desk, leaned on it, and simply stated, “I’m trying out for student council.”Mom looked like she didn’t believe me for a second. “Really?” Was all she asked.I shrugged. “You wanted me to be more social. Does this work?”Mom gave me a smile that was half genuine, half ‘You smart-ass.’ “Well done, Adam. I’m proud of you for doing this. You’ll be glad you did it too!” She then put her headphones back on, wordlessly telling me it was back to work for her. I flashed her a thumbs-up. In my head, all I was think in of was May.***The next day, I went to school in a business casual shirt, and set up a single poster in the main hallway. ‘Adam Watson – Your Grade 9 Rep’ was what it said. I stood under it all times until classes were in session. Anyone who approached me in the hallway got a hearty handshake and a speech with more fake confidence than I knew I had.“Hi, I’m Adam Watson, and I’m running for a Student Council position this coming week. Tell me, have there been any school issues on your mind?”On the inside, I was terrified. On the outside, I was sparking conversations left and right.“What do you feel like is missing from the school?”“What do you think can make this school better?”“What do you think the student council should be doing for this school?”The last one was a sneaky attempt on my part to figure out what student councils actually did for high schools. The campaign, however, was a huge success. Although the school hallways were littered with posters for the other three candidates, people began to approach me in the hallway of their own free will. I started to keep a notepad with me to keep track of their requests and complaints.Over the next couple of days, my unusual approach to school politics was working. Adam Watson, a nobody, was securing the vote of anybody who knew what the school lacked. That is to say, everyone outside of grade nine. In terms of grade nine, Mr. Graves was absolutely right, it was a popularity contest.In class, at least for three of them, I couldn’t but help but stare at May, the girl I was smitten with. I had never felt this way about a girl before, and couldn’t stop myself from daydreaming about kissing those full, beautiful lips. Lust tainted my mind as my daydreams quickly turned into images of me grabbing her ass and pulling her into me, that beautiful smile of hers turning mischievous as my hands wander from her ass, exploring every inch of her, ending with my hands on her beautiful tits.“Do you like them?” she would ask innocently. I would nod slowly and thoroughly. “Well then I guess it’s not fair that this old thing is blocking them, is it?”My mouth would go dry, my dick as hard as steel. Her eyes would move down my body and sparkle when they got to its destination. “Well, what’s this?” She would ask, her innocent tone gone, replaced by a naughty, mischievous voice, slightly breathy with her panting. Her hand would shamelessly grab me through my pants, and she would press her body up right against mine.“Looks like someone’s excited.” she would whisper right into my ear, before gently biting on it. She would take a few steps back and start to remove her dress.“Oh, May…” I couldn’t help but tell her. “I want to see you so badly. You’re so beautiful.” I stared at her as she was getting ready to show me her beautiful body.“Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.” she replied in a flat tone.Huh? No way that was what she said. I shook myself out of my imagination and heard Mrs. Jackson reading aloudto the class.God dammit. It’s not bad enough that she has to read it aloud as if grade nine students can’t read themselves, she also took me out of my fantasy.I couldn’t help but fantasize. It was the only contact I had with her. Even though it was Friday when I was letting my imagination do its work, I barely talked to May ever since that Monday. Even in drama class, we barley crossed paths. Though I had to say I’m glad she switched in to that class. She was a fantastic actress.At the end of Friday, I was back under the poster, waiting for people to leave before I had to pack up for my 3:30 bus. Not a lot of people talked to me, though, seeing as it was the end of Friday and they wanted to get home. Plus, I felt with a twinge of pride, most of them had already talked to me.However, one girl upon seeing the poster stopped in her tracks. The first thing I noticed about her was her smile. The grin she put on when she saw my poster was enough to light up an opera hall. She approached me quickly after she made the discovery.“Hey there! I dig the poster. Mind if I get a picture of you with it?”A picture? I felt more and more like a politician. My eyes scanned over her. Jet-black hair ran all the way down to her ass (which I had to admit, was incredibly shapely). She had just the right amount of tan to look really, really attractive. Her blue eyes, which looked drop-dead amazing paired with her hair, stared right into my soul. Although the big show-stopping number were her breasts. She couldn’t have been anything smaller than a solid D-cup, and she wasn’t shy about it, given her v-neck that exposed ample cleavage.She coughed loudly, and I realized I must have been staring too long. I blushed profusely, and she noticed. To my relief, though, she laughed. “You may not want to blush right before I take a picture, hotshot.” She looked down at her breasts then back at me coolly. “Besides, I get that a lot.” she added flatly, like she didn’t care. “So, picture? Yes or no?”“Sure!” I exclaimed. She set up her camera as I shifted myself closer to the poster. She readied the shot at looked at me through the lens. “Give me one of those big ol’ politician smiles.” she suggested playfully. Sighing internally, I grinned like a tool as she snapped picture after picture. After a few too many, she stood up and smiled. “I think I got enough. Thanks!”“Enough for what?” I asked her.“Oh, didn’t I say?” she flashed me a mischievous grin. “Nicole Baker. I run the school paper, and the yearbook.” she outstretched a hand.“Nice to meet you.” I said hesitantly as I shook her hand. I turned my head, still shaking her hand, and noticed my watch. 3:37. “Oh crud!” I yelped.“You’re not the best at shaking hands either, but I wasn’t gonna say anything.” Nicole said, another smile forming.“It’s not that. I missed my bus!” I exclaimed, still looking at my watch.“Jeez, you’re screwed, aren’t you?” Nicole said with absolutely no concern in her voice.“It’s not funny, I don’t have any other way of getting home!” I said, quickly packing up my poster. Not that it would help much if I was stranded.Nicole just laughed and crossed her arms. “Relax, kiddo,” she said calmly. “I can drive ya home.”“Really?” I asked her, my eyes lit with relief. She simply nodded, and picked up her camera bag.“Let’s go.” was all she said as she walked towards the front doors. I followed, not knowing what I was about to get into.***“So, you can drive?” I asked as she unlocked her car, trying to make conversation. When I got in, she looked at me with one eyebrow cocked.“No, I can’t. This is all illegal. I even stole this car.” With lowered eyelids, she rolled her eyes and started the car. Taking my silence as a sign, she continued. “I’m old enough, you know. Most grade 12’s and some grade 11’sable to drive. It’s not like I’m the odd girl out.”I noticed a problem with being around her – I could not stop staring at her breasts. As she backed out of the spot, she caught me looking and smiled slightly, lowering one eyebrow. “Something on your mind?” She challenged me, grabbing her boob and squeezing it.My mouth hung open at her obscene gesture, but she just laughed it off. “You’re not the first, squirt.” She said, starting to drive. “And you definitely won’t be the last. Now, what’s the address?”Nervously, I gave her my address. She nodded slowly, her smile only widening. “I think I know where that is.” She told me. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”Frankly, I was still trying to catch my breath. I can’t believe she just did that in front of me. I was not used to her spontaneous nature at all. Maybe the spontaneous life wasn’t for me…All of a sudden, the text alert on her phone went off. “Hey Adam, can you get that?” she asked me. I nodded. With her eyes still on the road, she handed me her phone. I turned it on, and it read ‘1 new text message.’ Well gee, thanks.I unlocked the phone and gasped. Holy shit! This girl had fucking porn open on her phone! It was a picture of guy plowing a girl with long black hair, a cheesy orgasmic look on both of their faces. She chose the girl’s look intentionally, no doubt, which made me chuckle, but I was still in shock.“So what does it say?” she asked me impatiently. I immediately exited the internet app, and looked at her messages. Some guy named Phil Love was asking her if she thought it was a success. I had no clue what ‘it’ was, but I knew not to pry.“Phil Love asks if you think it’s a success.” I said flatly.“Oh, okay.” she responded. “Tell him, ‘I hope so, we’ll have to wait and see.'”As I typed, my curiosity got the better of me. “What’s the success?” I asked.“Extracurricular thing.” Was all Nicole said. “Hey, do me a favor. I may need to contact you about the picture thing, so I assume you have a phone… Could you add yourself to my contacts?”“Uh, sure.” I said as I tried to figure out how her phone worked. When I got to her contacts, I was surprised at how many she had. I guess being in grade 11 gave you time to become popular, especially if you’re not shy like she was… After I input myself as a contact, I looked over her other contacts and found Phil again. Phil Love? Seriously? It sounded like a porn name. I immediately got a wave of jealousy after the thought entered my mind that she and Phil were a thing. “Are you and Phil…?” I asked her hesitantly.She turned to me for a second, and grinned. “Aw, is someone jealous?” She asked me. I simply shifted in my seat. “Nah, I’m not the type to get tied down. No strings attached, that kind of thing.”My mouth went dry, and I caught myself staring at her tits again. “I see.” was all I could muster.She caught my glance, and giggled to herself. She came to a red light, and rolled up the windows. “Y’know, like this.” she said simply as she lifted her shirt over her head.Firstly, she did it with little trouble, despite wearing a seatbelt. I was impressed. Secondly, she wasn’t wearing a fucking bra. There she was, her tits on full display, sucking the seatbelt in between them. “Like ’em?” she asked me. In a word, they were amazing. They were big on her frame, but not too big, and amazingly, barely sagged. They were globe-shaped and beautiful, and it took all of my energy not to reach forth and grab them. Each of her tits was crowned by a beautiful pink nipple that was the size of a silver dollar. I had a weakness for large nipples, and her areolae were beautifully large. I started to salivate just looking at them. Either she was cold in the brisk October weather, or she was turned on by this too, because her nipples stood out a visible distance, at least half an inch. To me, there was never a more perfect set of boobs on the planet, and I got to see them up close and personal. I was as hard as rock, and my lust went into overdrive. My dick strained against my jeans, and I had to press down on my jeans to relieve the pain. All I could do was stare as she faced forward and drove. “Don’t be shy,” she added. “I saw you looking at them over and over. Well, this way you get what you want, and I honestly don’t really care. If you like ’em, go ahead.” I nodded eagerly and held my stare. The rest of the drive was a blur, since none of us said a word and my eyes were fixed on her beautiful, full breasts.“I think we’re here.” Nicole finally said. I too my gaze off of her tits and to my dismay, she was right. We were in my driveway.“Ah, right.” I said, trying to compose myself. “Of course. Thanks for the ride.”She just stared at me expectantly for a few seconds before rolling her eyes. “Boy, you doknow how high school works, do you?” she asked, pulling her seat back. She motioned for me to come forward with her finger.“Huh?” was all I could ask.“Get over here. Sit on me if you have to.” She told me, her tone getting more and more frustrated.Confused, I complied. I undid my seatbelt and stepped over the console, until I was right in front of her.“Have you ever done this before?” Nicole asked me softly.“Done what?”“Use your imagination, genius.” she told me, grabbing my hands and moving them up to her tits. They felt absolutely amazing… Soft yet firm, beautifully smooth, and very warm. Nevertheless, I was still frozen in place. “C’mon.” she coaxed me. “I had the good nature to drive you home, and I’m horny as fuck. So do us both a favor and pay me back for the ride, okay? Just start moving your hands, I’ll tell you what to do.”I started moving my hands, planted on her breasts, in circles. “Good,” she sighed. “Now squeeze, but not too hard.” I squeezed lightly, then caressed her breasts. She leaned back and sighed once more, which I took as a sign. Before I had any idea what I was doing, I took both of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and rolled them around. I loved the feeling of her nipples, which clearly stood out more than a half inch, despite my previous observation. Her sighs evolved into soft gasps. “Not bad, rookie.” she said, slightly out of breath.I couldn’t believe this was happening. One minute, I was a nobody. And just by signing up for a student club, I was already tweaking a girl’s nipples in her car. Maybe mom was right. Maybe I just need to be spontaneous.And spontaneous I was. I looked up to Nicole’s face and saw that she had the lightest hint of a blush on her face, her eyes closed in slight ecstasy. Without knowing for sure if I should, I lowered my mouth to her left nipple and started to caress it with my tongue. I didn’t dive in immediately, I was subtle. I teased. I lightly brushed my tongue around her areola, earning an ‘ooh’ from her as my touch became more and more distant, more and more delicate. After about a solid minute of this, I used all the strength my tongue could muster and flicked her nipple.“Ooooh…” she moaned. “You’re a fast learner, aren’t you, squirt?”I released her nipple from my tongue’s spell. “Well, I just figured I-”“Shut it.” she commanded as she forced my mouth back on to her nipple. She pushed my mouth too far and my whole mouth was now on her boob, but I figured I should just roll with it. With my tongue still playing with her gorgeous pink nipple, I started to suck. She sharply inhaled, and began to squirm around.“Oooooh, baby…” she moaned. She opened her eyes and saw my mom’s car. She bolted upright and pointed to it. “Somebody’s home?!” she asked, genuine fear in her eyes. “What if someone sees us?”Another rush of confidence filled me, just when I needed it. “Don’t worry.” I said with a tone of control in my voice. “Mom works from home, at her computer. It’s nowhere near the driveway. Trust me, we won’t get caught. Now may I continue?”At first, she was shocked that the shy little kid she was controlling was being so authoritative. Her expression soon shifted from shock to her trademark mischievous smile as she lay back down. “Go to town.” She told me as she closed her eyes. Instead, though, I experimented. My tongue, instead of going back to her pink, large nipple, started to lick between her amazing boobs and travelled upwards, stopping to play with her collarbone.“What are you doing?” She asked, now panting. My tongue started to drift away from her collarbone and she quickly added, “Don’t fucking answer that.” My tongue went back to work, travelled up to her neck and from there, my primal instinct took over. I tilted my head and began to kiss and suck her neck. She responded in vigor, wrapping her arm around my head and pulling me in.“Ooooh, Adam…” she cooed. I bit her neck gently, and she yelped. I was worried that I hurt her, until I realized that her squirming got more intense. Biting her neck turned her on! I figured I’d put this information to good use as I trailed downwards, leading with my tongue of course, until it sat on her right tit, playing delicately with her other nipple. After a few seconds of delicate teasing, I dove right in and began to suck her tit for all it was worth.“Ahh!” She gasped. I sucked harder and harder, causing her to push me further into her chest, mashing my head into her boob until I felt like I was going to suffocate. I still didn’t give up, sucking and sucking, until she let me go and I was allowed to breathe again. Once I did, I continued my oral assault on her tit, this time using my teeth. At first, my teeth grazed her nipple, but before long, I was full-on biting her tit. “Yeeeesssssss…” she hissed as I used my tongue and teeth together, torturing and pleasing her nipple.I noticed that her hips were starting to buck, and her free hand was playing with her unoccupied tit. I took one of my hands and used it to push me further into her breast, until I decided to up the ante. My hand slid down her shirtless body and down to her left thigh, where I began to rub up and down. Nicole was moaning at this point. I decided to keep things going and moved my hand to cup her mound. Her body jolted and she opened her eyes, panting yet smiling at me.“What’s the rush, hotshot?” she asked me. I didn’t want to stop, but I knew when someone didn’t want to continue. Blushing myself, wondering if I did something wrong, I moved back to my seat in the car.“Was… was that…” I began.“You were great, squirt.” Nicole said, grinning at me. “I just wanna leave something for next time. That is, if you wanna ever do this again.” She added with a wink.“Fucking yes I do!” I said, realizing only after the language I used. She only laughed and began to put her shirt back on. I noticed that her right nipple was redder from all the attention I gave her. She caught me staring and just winked again.As I exited the car, I added, “I’m sorry for dragging you all the way out here just to drop me off.”She smiled at me and played with her nipple through her shirt. “Given what you did for me, I think you paid that favor back, and then some.” she said slyly. She paused from talking, but kept playing with her tit until her other hand joined in. She began to buck her hips again, and got really into it. Her hands went under her shirt and she kept playing with her nipples, and she began panting. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and softly muttered, “Fuck.” It seemed like I really turned her on, I thought with a wave of pride.She then looked forward for a bit, then looked back to me. “Do me a favor.” she started. “Keep watching this car until it disappears into the distance. Can you do that for me?”It was a weird request, but I just got to suck her amazing nipples, who was I to argue? I removed my backpack from the car and said “Sure…” hesitantly. She grinned and added, “And keep your phone on. I have a feeling I’ll be texting you tonight.”I closed the door after calling out, “Thanks again.”Through the window, I could hear a muffled, “No, thank you.” as she cupped her mound and bucked her hips once. She slowly blinked, then composed herself and shifted gears.I watched as Nicole backed out of my driveway, then went on to the road. Wow, what a sexual devil, I thought to myself. I wonder if she did that with everyone, or just liked me… I felt sad as I thought that she probably did it to everyone who asked, and I was nothing special. Although, that certainly wasn’t going to stop me from doing that with her again. Even though her car was still within earshot, already I wanted another go at sucking her tits dry.Unsure why she asked me to, I watched her car as it began to speed down the road, until she slowed down. Had she forgotten something? She then did something totally unexpected – she turned into the driveway of the house two houses down from me. She was my neighbor! I could see that she got out of her car, and with an over-exaggerated motion, blew me a kiss as she walked off. I laughed to myself and started to walk back towards my house, a spring in my step and a smile on my face. I think I was going to enjoy this year after all.The first thing I felt when I got home was actually guilt. When I walked inside, all previous feelings of elation melted away to welcome yet guilty thoughts of May, and the idea that if I was so ready to jump on Nicole’s breasts and suck on them like my life depended on it, then perhaps I wasn’t so enamored with May as I had previously thought.A small part of my mind was trying to tell me that it didn’t matter. After all, the last time May even looked in my general direction was Monday, so she obviously didn’t like me, so nothing would happen. Besides, I got to see Nicole’s boobs of all things! They were amazing in every sense of the word, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let that be the last time I would play with them.“Hey, sweetie.” mom called from across the house as I took off my shoes. I walked into her office, and waved cheerfully.She had her headphones on, but took them off as I entered. “How is my special boy?” she asked warmly.“Fine, thanks.” I answered her. “How was your day?”“Oh, this and that.” she sighed. “You know, work.”‘I nodded sympathetically, and she put her headphones back on. I went up stairs to my room and threw my backpack on the floor, collapsing onto my bed.As soon as I hit the bed, my phone vibrated through my pocket. I took it out to find I had a new message.I had no doubt it was Nicole, but I wanted to play it safe.I sent the text and lay back on my bed, continuing the battle in my mind between May and Nicole. When I checked my phone after it went off again, the battle was won and no doubt was left in my mind.The first message I saw was a picture message, more specifically of the same boobs I was worshipping only minutes before. Her tits were unique – The way her beautiful nipples stood out so far, paired up with how large her areolae were, which was one of my turn-ons, made her breasts one of a kind. Or I guess two of a kind in this instance.The sight of them, even after the fact, made me stand to attention immediately, in more ways than one. The curve and shape of her breasts was just indescribable. They were the pinnacle, the ideal example of what beautiful, sexy boobs should look like.appeared on my phone seconds after the picture. Even through the phone, Nicole knew how to make me hard.I replied.She contested me.I texted her. She may not have been shy, but I still needed to make sure she was okay with that sort of thing.came the reply. I figured that was fair. After all, I only met her today. It was probably best to wait anyway. After all, she may come to regret this tomorrow. Maybe she was regretting it right now. Maybe I shouldn’t get my hopes up. I was still a nobody, after all. I couldn’t expect to-Bzzt! My phone went off, taking me away from my world of self-pity. I looked down to see the message Nicole sent me, which made my jaw fall to the ground. It was another picture, this one a full-body mirror selfie. Her hair was done up beautifully, as if she was going to a dance, and not only framed her face perfectly, but also accentuated her full, beautiful boobs, which of course were on full display without the burden of any clothes. She had her back arched to do the impossible and make them seem even larger, also showing off her toned stomach, which was just as tanned as her face. It was something I never had the time to appreciate in the car.My eyebrows went higher and higher and my eyes went lower and lower. The only thing she was wearing in the picture was a pair of black panties, and it certainly didn’t leave much to the imagination. Her hips were cocked in a teasing manner, and while they were more narrow than I preferred, the girl somehow managed to pull the look off. Her smooth, tanned legs had this hypnotizing way of drawing my eyes to its center, and as I started to unzip my pants, I found myself wishing she had her panties off in the picture so I could see her pussy.came the next message from her. A small smile crept on my face. God damn, she was something else. Realizing how unfair this situation must be for her, I replied.I asked, realizing only after I sent the message just how uncomfortable I was with sending a picture of myself in any way. Uh oh, I thought to myself. There was no way I’d feel okay with sending a selfie, particularly a nude one, to anyone, and here I was offering it up like an idiot.came the reply. I breathed a sigh of relief. Granted, Nicole was a bit fast-paced for me, and I think she enjoyed shocking and teasing me, but at the same time, there was something about her that made me smile. I didn’t know what it was, but I just found I was enjoying the fact that she talked to me, even though it was pretty much just sex.Another message from her. Oh, great. I half-chuckled and half-groaned when I saw that she was one ofpeople. Well, hey, if Weird Al was one of those people, how bad could it be?I figured the topic of sex had passed, and plus, I wanted to get to know the girl if I was going to be glued to her chest for the year. I grabbed my phone and started typing.I responded. As I waited for her reply, I lay back on my bed and smiled. It may sound pitiful to say, but it’s what I was thinking – this must be what having a friend felt like, and I enjoyed it.***Over the weekend, I texted Nicole whenever I wasn’t doing homework. It’s not like there was much else to do, but I wasn’t complaining, especially since she always seemed all too happy to answer. In the back of my mind, I wondered if she was lonely too.I could tell she wasn’t dainty and delicate when I met her, but over the weekend I learned that she was definitely a ‘One of the Guys’ type. She didn’t really care for stereotypical girl things – she was perfectly fine staying home playing video games, if she didn’t have homework to do. She took school very seriously, since she had two older brothers, and one was a high school dropout who never really got anywhere in life. She didn’t really want to talk about him, so I left that subject alone.Her being serious about her education was where she got her anal tendencies about grammar, but she also loved the other side of school. She tried to get in as many clubs as possible and get involved, and she told me she was even thinking of trying out for the school play this year. Naturally, though, her one love was photography. She made no point of hiding her excitement when she told me that she wanted to be a cinematographer when she got out of high school. Seeing her all giddy like that, even over text, was cute, which kind of warmed my heart. When I met her, she was bold, kind of easy, and that’s all I knew. Now she had flaws and strengths, and had her own distinct personality, which I liked. I felt like I was more than just a fuck buddy to her. I was becoming her friend.Did I like her though? I had no clue. I couldn’t feel it in my head, but in my heart I knew there was a clear difference between May and Nicole to me. Nicole was great to talk to, and less shy than a kitten on Ritalin. Not to mention she was the one girl whom I couldn’t actually stop staring at, chest-wise, and in response she lets me not only see them, but play with them. You don’t meet a girl like that everyday.Compared to Nicole, I actually knew very little about May. But that’s what made her so much more… interesting to me No, more than that, captivating. Nicole literally let me see her half-naked within 30 minutes of meeting me. May seemed like this innocent, precious flower that I just wanted to admire, and possibly hold. And I wanted to make her happy, because she made me feel happy, just by standing there, or talking to me with that angelic voice. Nicole frankly just couldn’t really do that to me, at least not yet.Only time could tell what’ll happen, I thought to myself as I locked those thoughts away. I shouldn’t get too ahead of myself. Whatever the future holds, I may not be ready for it, but it sure is better sitting inside during middle school recess wishing I was someone else.***When Monday morning rolled around, the thing to wake me up was not my alarm clock but the buzz of my phone. I don’t get how one week, I could sleep through a blaring alarm and the next, be woken up by a faint buzzing, but there you go.Still half-asleep, I lazily took my phone to see why it woke me up. As if I should have expected anything else, it was Nicole. She had sent me a picture of her cheerfully waving, fully clothed (although needless to say, she looked fantastic in a button-up vest) with the captionI dismissed the possibility of there being a double entendre and replied,Over the weekend, she managed to make me use ‘you’ instead of ‘u.’ I figured it was best not to argue with her. I couldn’t imagine it, but seeing her irritated and forceful (more so than she naturally was) was a bone-chilling thought.Seven freaking thirty? I glanced at the clock. It was 7:00, sharp. I groaned and shifted my head on the pillow, my body fighting with the idea of getting out of bed before I absolutely needed to, when my phone buzzed again.Oooookay, so now she was psychic too. Come to think of it, in the picture she sent me you could clearly see it was morning by the lighting, but she seemed fully awake. Well, good for her, but I absolutely hated mornings. If it weren’t for school, I probably wouldn’t ever witness the world before noon.Groaning all the way, I managed to pull myself out of bed and started to scavenge around my room, looking for a shirt. Good thing I took my showers at night, or my morning routine would be a nightmare.Fully clothed, I slunk down the stairs and entered the kitchen to see my mother and father at the dinner table, sipping away at their morning coffee.Dad looked up from the paper he was reading on the table. “He lives!” he exclaimed with fake fright. “My God, Marcia, he lives!”Mom just smiled patiently at him, something mom generally did with dad’s jokes.“It must be an emergency.” dad said, putting down his coffee cup. “Why’s Dracula up at this hour?”“Oh now Timothy, stop it.” mom scolded him. “Maybe he’s just becoming more responsible for himself!” she nodded at me approvingly.Well, now I felt bad. Thanks, mom. “Actually, a fellow student offered to give me a ride to school today. I couldn’t say no, being the social kind of guy I am.” I winked at mom with that last comment.“Oh.” dad said, at a loss for words. That wasn’t something I got to see often, so I savored the moment and felt awkward at the same time. “Well, uh… Alrighty then!”He looked like he was going to say something else, but no words were coming out of his mouth. Nevertheless, I kept up my expectant gaze at him. “Yeah?” I finally asked him ambiguously.“I was trying to come up with a joke for that one, but nothing’s coming to me. Now get yourself some breakfast, when’s he going to be here?”I figured it was best to just ignore correcting him for now. If my parents knew I was being offered rides to school from a girl, they might get the wrong impression. Or the right one.“7:30.” I replied, getting myself some milk and an apple from the fridge. Are people even supposed to keep apples in fridges? Leave it to my dad…As I left the kitchen to brush my teeth, I heard my dad talking to my mom behind me. “No, wait, I’ve got one. What’s the name of that car from? You know, the talking one.”“The joke’s over, Tim.” mom told him.***By the time I was all ready and was out the door, Nicole was already there, sitting in my driveway in her Ford Focus (which was black, of course). I sheepishly waved to her as soon as she saw me, and hopped in the car.“Sorry.” I started. “How long have you been waiting here?”“A millennium and a half.” she said, rolling her eyes. Across the seats, she gave me an awkward hug. “I’ve been here for two minutes. Chill, alright?”I only nodded. She gave a small smile, which faded quickly in concentration as she backed out of my driveway.“So, ready to give your big speech today?” She asked casually as she drove, making small conversation. Oh, shit. I had completely forgotten about it. I felt a sudden twinge of ‘panic pain’ in my heart, and judging from Nicole’s shift in expression I think the color drained from my face.“Yyyyyup, you totally forgot about it, didn’t you?” she asked, a sly smile forming on her lips. “You know, you were so busy talking to me all weekend anyways – you could have easily invited me over. I would have gladly helped you write one.” Noticing my silence, she added, “Hell, even I remembered that you needed a speech.”I blinked twice. “You weren’t with me in the office… How do you know I needed a speech?”“Grade 11.” she winked at me and turned back to the road. In my head, I was trying to formulate some kind of speech, some kind of introduction to a speech, some kind of SOMETHING, but absolutely nothing was coming to me.“When are these speeches again?” I asked her.“9:30.” she replied, eyes forward. “Then right after speech assembly is over, students vote.”God help me.***Even though we got to school around 7:50, the time flew by too fast. Some of her time was spent with me talking about what students listened to and why things like articulation and brevity are important, but it turns out she had something important to get to at 8:10. I guess that was why she went to school so early.I spent most of my time before class just walking through the hallways. I don’t do so well under pressure, and this whole situation was kind of getting to me. I think Nicole noticed; she gave me a hug and told me I’ll do well right before she left. For a girl so spontaneous and tomboyish, you’d think she was rugged and smelled like motor oil or men’s cologne or something, but her touch was actually really soft and gentle, and she smelled like lilac.At about 8:50, I gave up wandering the halls. It was really nice to have a friend around, because when I was by myself, I felt nothing but overwhelmed. Not even nervous, just overwhelmed. And to think, it wasn’t even November yet…Quietly, I trudged into Mr. Carrozza’s science class and sat down at my desk. I was the only one there besides him, since not a lot of students were exactly his biggest fans. As I sat down, the noise alerted him and he looked up from his desk.“Ah, young master Watson.” He looked pleased to see me, or another living soul. “Can I help you?”“…I’m in your class, Mr. Carrozza.” I said slowly to him. I wasn’t sure if sleep was never kind to him, or if he was just batty. Frankly, it may as well have been a combination of the two.“Ah yes, so you are.” Mr. Carrozza said, looking back down at his paper. “Well, welcome. If you’d like to get a head start, today we’ll be looking at cameras and how light is… Wait a moment…” He slowly looked up from his desk, looking like he had just remembered something. “Adam Watson… There was something that I wanted to say to you today.”I waited for a few seconds before filling in the blanks for him. “Was it about the election?”“Ah, yes! The election!” His old, dim eyes light up behind his large frames, and his gaze centered on me. “All students running for elections need to be present in the gymnasium before the assembly.”“Oh, really?” I asked him. “And when should I be there?”“Nine o’ clock.” Mr. Carrozza said. “You might as well get down there now.”“Good idea.” I said, defeated. I pulled myself out of the chair and began to slink to the gymnasium, leaving my backpack behind. Oh well. At least it would all be over soon.***Because of the school’s population, we had to hold assemblies in the gym since the auditorium might be able to fit a fourth of the school in it, tops. I didn’t much like it in there. It was big, echoey, and too bright. It made me feel small.In a structural sense, though, it looked nice. It had fold-out bleachers as well as a big space to begin with, and even a small stage for small school events to take place during assemblies. Like, say, elections.As I found out when I got there, it was called the ‘elections’ rather than the ‘election’ because grade 10 students were also running for a position at this time, so the stage was filled with preppy people, all looking smug and confident. Then there was me.I took a look around, trying to see if I could adapt to this unfamiliar environment. Around the stage were people I couldn’t recognize, most of them wearing polo shirts and using words like ‘totally’ and ‘bro.’ Blondie from my drama class was there too. I guess he was one of the candidates.After standing awkwardly through the morning announcements, it was 9:03 and we were all graced by a powerful new presence in the room, in the form of what looked like a tall grade 12. He had a bit of a goofy-looking grin on his face, ginger hair, and a striped sweater that clung to him with its life.“What’s up, guys?” he began. “It’s great to see you all here. My name’s Phil, and I’m your student council president. I’m just gonna be going over a few things before we get going here.”In my quietest and squeakiest of voices, I interrupted. “Phil Love?” I asked him.He stopped his speech and turned to me, his goofy grin reappearing. “That’s me, man.” He said as he patted me on the shoulder forcefully. “You get extra points for knowing who I am. I’ve heard you’ve been doing research.” he winked at me and returned to his speech. Do people wink more now in high school than they did before?“Alright, now I just need to go over a few basics before we begin.” he began. “Firstly, I’d like all grade 9 tryouts over here on my left side. Those in grade 10, on my right.” We all shifted to accommodate his instructions. “Great. Now, you all in grade 9, you’ll be trying out for grade 9 rep. You will be representing the school, helping out at school events, keeping news stuff organized for the school’s website and monthly newsletter, and are expected to attend every meeting on Mondays at 3, starting today if you win.”Oh, crap. If these meetings lasted until past 3:30, I definitely couldn’t get in.“10s, you’re going to get a bit more responsibility. You’re expected to help at events, organize school dances, help us manage our budgets, and take care of advertising so that everyone knows what’s going on when. You all will have to maintain an average of at least an average of 70 in all classes to represent the school properly. If any of you don’t want this responsibility, you’re in the wrong place. Am I clear?”Everyone nodded their heads, and Phil enthusiastically grinned. “Great. Now it’s not all serious stuff. Student council is honestly the greatest thing I ever chose to do here. You’re going to have a blast, we’ll make sure of it. I’ve been here for all four years, so take it from me. But to get in, you must win over your people, your classmates, the school. Today, you all will be doing that with speeches that you’ve spent a good long while preparing, I’m sure.”I swallowed hard.“Now, I know we’re normally supposed to check these speeches of yours, but we decided not to this year, to let you guys feel this is all on you.” Phil continued. I breathed a sigh of relief. God was on my side.“However of course, there are ground rules.” he sternly spoke. “First, no profanity, swear words, dirty talk, student council doesn’t have room for that. Second, no bashing other candidates. I don’t care if he just went up and made a shitty speech – pardon my French – you don’t say anything bad about the other folks running. Third, keep it under two minutes. You wanna tell people why they wanna vote for you quick, then stand down while you still have their attention. Don’t bore them.” He paused to make sure we get it, and was met with a sea of nods.“Great. You guys are awesome for just trying out, remember that. You’re all winners already.” Yup, he was a president all right. Filled the cheesy quota and everything. “Feel free to hang around here until the assembly starts and do whatever, but at 9:30 sharp, you’re here, at this stage, sitting down on those chairs.” He pointed to a corner of the stage where 10 chairs sat. “Alright, are there any questions?”Naturally, no one had a thing to say, so Phil nodded and went about his duties. Everyone else started practicing or talking to other people, but I just wanted to sit down. I grabbed the closest chair to me, and sat down, putting my head down.I almost fell asleep, and was snapped out of my trance by the feeling of a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, you okay?” I heard a concerned male voice ask. I looked up to see that two other candidates have ambushed me, with a guy on my left and a girl on my right. Both of them had blond hair, and while hers was draped over her shoulders, his was just past his ears and sort of waved in one direction. The both of them were wearing glasses, and I could tell immediately that they were siblings.“Oh, I’m fine!” I said with more enthusiasm than was necessary, to prove my point. “I’m just a little sleepy, that’s all. Woke up early.”The boy removed his hand from my shoulder and nodded. “Alright, just making sure. I couldn’t sleep myself. I’m Matt.” he outstretched his hand and I shook it weakly. He gestured towards the girl. “And this here is my little sister Megan.”I shook her hand too. “Oh, so you two know each other?” I joked. Matt smiled.“I’m trying out for grade 10 rep this year.” Matt explained. “I was grade 9 rep last year, so it ought to be easy. Megan’s trying to follow in my footsteps.”“So heredity is on her side.” I said. Matt shrugged.“It’s a popularity thing, so it couldn’t hurt. Besides, with you playing the door-to-door politician, she’ll need all the edge she can get.” He playfully punched my arm. It actually kind of hurt.“May the best candidate win.” she said softly, speaking for the first time. I guess she didn’t talk much. They were dressed like they belonged in a high school setting – he was wearing a blue polo, with sandblasted jeans and a big watch to complete the set. She was wearing a slightly loose knit sweater with what looked like no t-shirt underneath. She wore a short skirt and good-looking shoes, contrasting Matt’s worn sneakers. I suddenly felt very self-conscious of the old t-shirt and jeans I had just thrown on this morning. I guess I should have dressed for success.Matt and I made small talk, with Megan saying barely a word in between, until we looked up and realized that the gym was full of students. Matt checked his watch. 9:32. “Showtime.” he said excitedly. Every emotion I felt at that moment contributed to my desire to throw up.Phil took to the stage and gave the usual cheesy speech about us starting a journey and how great student council is. After he was done, Mr. Scott, our esteemed principal, took to the stage.Mr. Scott was great if you ask me. On the outside, he was everything you expected in a stereotypical principal – a cheerful expression, grey hair, a tweed jacket, and a big, loud tie to seal the deal. When he spoke, though, he knew exactly what to say and how much. He knew how to talk to students, not talk down to them, something I respected quite a lot. His speech was more to the effect of why we deserve the students’ time and how we’ll be representing the school, something to keep in mind during the elections. He then took his seat, and Phil called Matt to the podium. I guess grade 10s were going first.Then lightning struck me. Shit. I remembered I had no speech prepared. Everything started to fade out. I could hear laughter from Matt’s speech, but it became more and more faint. Dark thoughts started to swirl around my head. I had absolutely nothing, I was a failure. I was about to go in front of the entire school, perhaps the most shy guy in school, and I had absolutely nothing prepared. How idiotic could I be? The whole school was going to laugh at me. I would disappoint everyone – Nicole, Phil, Mr. Salvador, mom…I felt a soft touch on my hand that brought me back to reality. I looked to my hand and found Megan’s on top of it, her thumb caressing the skin of my hand. “Are you okay?” she whispered, nothing but concern on her face. “You were breathing really hard there…”Was I? It sure sounded like me. I was nervous as all hell, and just wanted to leave. Or cry. Or both. God, I was a wreck. I smiled at her. “Yeah, I’ll be okay. Just nervous.”She took my hand in hers. Her touch was absolutely electric. Her hands were delicate, yet deliberate, and suddenly my smile felt genuine. “I’m nervous too. It’s okay.” She held my hand and paused before adding, “It’ll be over with soon. Might as well go through with it now we’re here, hm?”My smile didn’t fade, and I nodded. I let go of her hand reluctantly and turned my attention back to the podium, where Phil was there again thanking all of the grade 10 candidates. How much time had passed?! He then turned his attention to us and introduced us to the crowd. The crowd, mostly the grade nine section, cheered.“Great.” he said enthusiastically. “Now, you may recognize this next girl by her brother, who made that great speech about the tornado and the science lab.”Matt leaned in to me, a smug expression on his face. “I made that part up myself.”“Let’s give a warm welcome to our first candidate, Megan Schneider!” Phil lead the clapping as Megan timidly took to the stage. She cleared her throat and began her speech, which wasn’t half bad. I couldn’t concentrate, however, due to my own nervousness. I think I started breathing heavily again as I debated in my head what I was going to do. I think Matt heard me, and empathy must run in his family or something. Next thing I knew, a hand I guessed was his was rubbing my back reassuringly. “Relax, man.” Matt said soothingly. “It’s all good.” After a bit, the rubbing stopped, but his hand remained on my shoulder. It felt nice to have people in my life who actually cared when I was feeling down. I know I’m sounding like a broken record, but this was the first time in my life someone outside of family was helping me when I was down, and it meant the world to me.When I looked up, Megan was back in her seat and Phil was at the podium. “I think you’re up next, man.” Matt said, now both of his hands on my shoulders to support me in getting up.Sure enough, at that moment I heard Phil say, “…And when it comes to the issues this guy has done his homework. Here he is, Adam Watson!”Matt had no shame in standing up and helping me get on my own two feet until he was confident I could walk to the podium myself. My heart was pounding in my chest. My legs felt like they were made of solid lead. I managed to make my way over to the podium and clear my throat as the cheering died down.But just as it did, one guy declared, more loudly than he should have, “Hey! That’s the guy who asked what we want in the school!” I looked down and could only smile in disbelief. It was Carson, the guy from my math class. He definitely already knew who I was, but I guess he thought this could give me a boost.The result was instantaneous. As if the cheering had never died down, it erupted for a second time, this time louder than the last. I had absolutely no words for the moment. These students, people I had only met a few days ago, were being so selfless and helping me. I was overwhelmed. So much so, that my throat was closing up. I cleared my throat again, in what the audience took as a sign of me beginning my speech.“Um…” I began. Stellar beginning. I think I really sold it with the ‘m’ sound. My heart began pounding even harder than others. My nervousness, surprise at everyone’s kindness, past stress and lack of preparation were welling up from within me. I could tell, I was going to cry. How lame would that be? Yes sir, vote for the crying dolt. I had to take some edge off. I needed some sort of release, a joke or something.I breathed once, and again. “My fellow Americans…” I started, earning a chuckle from the crowd. Well, that was it, filled my joke quota. I needed to follow that up with something serious. I passed the mic to my brain as I began to freestyle, not knowing the words coming out of my own mouth.“The people of this school… are something special.” I began, not knowing why I said that or where it came from. “During my campaign over the last week, I’ve been asking you what needs fixing, what’s wrong with the school. But I’d like to take some time and tell you what’s right with it. About a minute ago, I was in that chair, on the verge of a panic attack.”My arms were visibly shaking, and Phil’s eyes were going back and forth, not knowing where this was going. Matt got up from his chair and practically ran to my side. “Hey man, you don’t have to do this. If you’re not okay, you can skip the speech.” he whispered, concerned.I used him coming up to my side to my advantage and pointed to him. “But thanks to this guy, Thanks to Matt and Megan Schneider, I’m okay. They saw I was not okay, and without even really knowing me, without giving it a second thought, they made sure I was okay.” I was still shaking. I wasn’t sure, but I think a single tear was falling from my eye. What a wimp, I scolded myself. I was crying in front of the whole school. I felt lame beyond the limits of lame.“A school where people do that is a school I want to represent.” I heard coming out of my mouth. “In the past, I’ve been at schools where people will just as gladly take your lunch money or leave you with a bruise as say hi. I signed up for student council, because thanks to you all, this is a school worth representing.”There was a large pause. It was clear I wasn’t done, but I felt the pause was necessary. A second tear was now rolling down from my second eye, despite me telling my inner self to get a grip. Unlike other speeches, no one was saying a word in the crowd. My speech had silenced them. “If you vote for me as your grade 9 rep, I can’t promise that I will fix every single thing you’ve told me. But I remember them, every single thing you’ve told me. And I can promise that I will fight like hell to make this school worthy of its students. If you guys can show me this strongly why you deserve the best, then you bet I will do anything I can to make sure this school becomes like its students – the best in the world.”It took Phil what felt like two whole minutes to stop half the crowd from continuously applauding as Matt helped me back to my seat. My hands were buried in my face now, and I wasn’t happy or confident to admit it, but I was now bawling my eyes out. Was it relief that it was over? Guilt that I was so lame as to cry during a speech? The past stress? I didn’t know. All I knew was that was I now had both Matt and Megan supporting me as I produced enough tears to irrigate a rice field, and that Blondie was up. I didn’t pay much attention to him – I only learned later that he had bombed. Apparently he forgot his speech. I guess he should have made it up.***Since candidates aren’t allowed to elect anyways, with Mr. Carrozza’s blessing, I spent the rest of the period in the washroom freshening up as everyone else in the school voted. I showed up to his room around the same time as everyone else left.Some people were congratulating me as they left. Others actually seemed ticked off. Apparently some students saw me crying and thought it was an act to get more votes, that I was faking it. At this point, though, I honestly didn’t care anymore. The voting was done, my speech was done, I never had to do anything like that again.As I picked up my backpack, Mr. Carrozza stopped me. “How did you know in your speech that those two were going to help you?” he asked. “Your experiment was a delightful success, but either you were lying or you were taking a great risk in knowing they would step to your aid if you wrote that on the weekend.”“Between us?” I asked Mr. Carrozza. He nodded. I looked around left and right, before leaning in and whispering, “I never wrote a speech.”“Oh, my my my my.” Mr. Carrozza said to himself, collecting his thoughts. “Well I say, on the one hand, very well done!”“…On the other?” I asked him.“I mean no offense by saying this, young master Watson, but I expect more responsibility in someone from Student Council.”I couldn’t contest that. He was right. I was supposed to write a speech, it was the rule. I’ll have to look out for my responsibilities in the future, whether I got in to the council or not.“Point taken, sir.” I said.He nodded seriously, before adding, “Now run along. And don’t call me sir, it makes me feel old.”As I left the classroom, I heard him mumble to himself, “My god, Iold.” I chuckled to myself. Some things never change.I walked down the hallway at a leisurely pace, enjoying my sudden feeling of inner freedom, when I heard a kind of shy “Hey.” next to me.I turned my head to see May. My gaze immediately went to the floor out of instinct, then back to her. “Hey!” I replied, not sure how confident it sounded.“It was quite something you said today.” she said, flashing me a smile.I scoffed. “Yeah, if you count fake crying as ‘quite something.'”“It didn’t seem fake to me. It seemed very real.” she replied, softly yet strongly.“It was, yeah.” I said quietly.“If you ask me, that was really brave.” she told me, looking me straight in the eyes and flashing me a smile.I smiled back. “Thanks.” I said, not sure what else to say. I felt like if I talked to her, I might say something out of turn and… I mean, she clearly is okay with me now, I couldn’t jeopardize that by talking to her! What if I say something and she doesn’t talk to me for a week again? Maybe that’s what happened last time. Maybe I offended her. Um, quick, look down at your shoes, I thought.“What class do you have next?” she asked me, making me look up from my shoes.“Um, math.” I said dumbly.She nodded. “I have geography.”“Ah, I see.” I said quickly, ever-wishing I was more confident. “Well, uh… I hope you enjoy it.”“Yeah, you too.” She smiled sweetly. “I’ll see you in English?”I laughed and said the first thing that came to mind. “God, I hope so.” I immediately cringed after, and looked at her, seeing a look of disgust on her face.Oh, never mind, that was my imagination working against me. She was actually just maintaining her smile. “Me too!” she said in a chipper manner. “See you!” She took off down another hallway.I sighed, then inhaled sharply, catching a whiff of what I could guess was her perfume. I had no clue what it was, I just knew that it smelled absolutely lovely. Even after she was gone, the conversation replayed over and over in my mind, and I was fantasizing about talking some more. About her favorite color, or her grade 8 year, anything…Wham. Right into the wall. I was lost in thought, I thought as I gingerly rubbed my nose. God dammit, I did have a crush on May.***Math class went by uneventfully until the announcement. Mr. Graves gave me a small nod as I entered the classroom, his form of a smile, clearly related to the Student Council incident. Mostly I just thanked Carson over and over for the first five minutes of class. I don’t think I could have gotten through the speech without his kindness. He brushed it off and said I’d do the same. God, I hoped I was the kind who would.The PA system crackled halfway through the lesson, signaling that someone had an announcement.“Good morning, staff and students. This is Mr. Scott speaking.” came the voice. Mr. Scott always began his announcements like that. “I’d just like to tell you that we’ve counted all of the votes and the results are in!”“This is it, man, this is it.” Carson told me.“You’re so excited about my possible achievement. What about you?” I asked him.“Well, when I do something noteworthy, you’ll be the first to know.” He said. He added threateningly, “And you’d better be the first to congratulate me.”We both laughed it off as Mr. Scott continued. “Winning by a landslide, your grade 10 rep for next year is Matthew Schneider…”Carson blew a raspberry. “Big shock. That guy’s been a popular prep ever since he came here.”“Hey, he’s a nice guy too.” I came to his aid.“I’ll believe that when I see it.” Carson fired back.“And your grade rep for grade 9… Megan Schneider…”My heart sank. I didn’t particularly want the job, but it was something nice to work towards, and after pouring my heart out to the students, it was kind of sad to know that it was all in vain. Still I suppose this was an opportunity for me to see what I’ve gained from the experience and keep going from there.“…And Adam Watson tied in the polls, so in an unusual circumstance, we’ve allowed them to both assume the role.”Well, fuck me. I won. Carson was the first to cheer in an unexpectedly loud fashion, and the other students chipped in to a lesser extent. Mr. Graves sat at his desk, without a smile yet clapping for me. It was the biggest gesture I’ve seen him give anybody.***At lunch time, Nicole texted me to meet her in the main hallway. As soon as I showed up, she burst out of the crowd and gave me a huge hug.“There’s my little crybaby!” she said as she pulled me against her, pushing her tits against me in the process.I chuckled. “Thanks.”“I’m so proud of you, ya little sap.” she continued as she broke the hug, only to kiss me on the cheek. Several passerby raised their eyebrows at that.“I still can’t believe that I did it. I’m in.” I said almost breathily.“You did it, you’re in, you’re one of the council.” She repeated giddily. “Now you know that this means you’ll be staying after school for one of their meetings, right?”Crap. I forgot clean about that. I guess this meant texting my mom when she was done work… at 5. Hopefully these meetings go on for long, because I had the feeling I was going to be very bored after the meeting was over.“How is it that you could remember when council has meetings and not me?” I asked aloud, damning my own memory.“Grade 11, freshman.” she winked.“Is ‘grade 11’ code for ‘psychic’?” I winked back.“I do what I can.” She grinned and hugged me again. “Anyway, I’ve got to get going but I just really wanted to congratulate you. Just don’t cry on me.”“Thanks. That means a lot.” I said genuinely. She waved to me as she skipped down the hallways, leaving me behind, staring at her ass. Great, I thought to myself. A great ass too. As if I didn’t have enough of a problem with staring at her.***Despite May’s earlier cheerful point, English class went by uneventfully and the only encounter I had with her was a cheerful wave when she sat down at her desk. Otherwise, it was back toIt was drama class which excited me. After the speech, I actually felt a little bit more comfortable in the classroom, even with such a presence as Mr. Salvador looming over us. Today, of course, was no exception to that looming power.“Hello.” he said simply, yet powerfully. “We have a lot to do today, or more specifically, you have a lot to go over today.” he snickered. It wasn’t uncommon for him to do that at his own jokes. “I have with me ten very different s. I want you all to find a partner. This will be a long-term project, so find a partner you think you’ll work well with.” He let us go about our business. Being… well, being me, I remained completely still, afraid to make the first step as other people claimed partners.I heard a familiar “Hey.” beside me and turned to face May.“Hey!” I said cheerfully, and she took a seat next to me.“Mr. Salvador told us to find someone we work well with, and I haven’t worked with many people.”“Oh yeah?” I asked. I was too scared to ask her if she would be my partner.“Yeah.” she softly replied and looked down. “Well, anyways…” she said as she got up and started to walk off.God dammit, this was about finding drama partners, why was there this tension? I felt like the moment was romantic. I bet she didn’t, though. I bet that’s why she was walking away. I needed to make it clear to her that I didn’t mean any offense.“Hey, May.” I called out, she stopped where she was and pivoted to look at me, nothing but innocence on her face.“Yes, Adam?” She asked me sweetly.“Will you be my partner?” Were the words that exited my mouth before I thought about them.“Sure!” She said, as if the whole scene before hadn’t happened.“Aaaaaand time.” Mr. Salvador called out, clearly not amused. “Hanna, how long did that take us?”“Four minutes, thirty-two seconds.” Hanna, clearly an over-enthused drama student, piped up.“Four minutes, thirty-two seconds.” Mr. Salvador repeated. “That took way too long. In this class, I expect you to take initiative, and I expect you to act quickly, on impulse.” Rub it in, why don’t you. “Next time you’ll have your partners by two minutes. Understood?”A chorus of ‘yes’ filled the auditorium. “Good.” Mr. Salvador said. “Now, label yourselves A and B.”May was A. We went through this before. No words even had to be said.“B’s, come up and collect your .” He reached beside him, and retrieved an upside-down bowler hat.“Uh, Salvador… that’s a hat.” A boy with very short brown hair and a goatee piped up.“Thank you, Callum.” Mr. Salvador thanked him. “Your s are in the hat. Come and get them.”I, like everyone else, shrugged and went forward to collect our . I reached into the hat and pulled out a piece of paper that said, “A tree gets chopped down.”Everyone else questioned whether these were s, but I knew Mr. Salvador’s game by now.“All of you have a basic action as your . By this time next Monday, you will have a full, 5-minute piece that shows this action. You’re going to be performing as non-human objects, and I want you to make sure you’re not a character, you’re not living, and you don’t look human. It’s a challenge, so don’t take this task lightly. I want you to make the entire piece interesting. I want the piece to have its own plot. You can talk to me if you want lighting or music preferences, other than that, it’s all up to you. If you want me to view what you have so far, I’ll be in the room. Come and find me. Go.”Everyone flew onstage to claim their own piece of the aud to work with. May, however, had a different idea. “Follow me.” she instructed me. She was really cute when she gave orders.“Mr. Salvador!” She called out to him.“You can’t show me anything yet. It’s too early. Keep working.” He told her.“No, it’s not that.” she responded. “Could we maybe go outside to look at trees? If we’re going to be acting as them, I want to make sure we make it as accurate as possible.”A smile formed on Mr. Salvador’s lips. “Absolutely. I’m guessing you got ‘a tree gets chopped down’? Just make sure you don’t go anywhere other than in front of the school. There are some trees there.”She and I enthusiastically nodded. What a great idea! I marveled at her imagination. I’m glad I was working with May, and not just for the obvious reason.***By the end of drama class, May and I actually got a lot done. We looked at the trees from every angle, and tried to mimic them with our bodies. Then we discussed who would be the axe, and planned how that would span five minutes. We figured that was good enough for one day, and sat down on the front steps of the school.“Are you liking grade nine so far?” she asked me.I snickered. “If you had asked me a week ago you’d be getting a very different answer.” I thought of Nicole, and what we had done in her car only days before.She grinned. “I don’t suppose that had anything to do with me transferring to this class, does it?” she asked with a wink.I turned pink and looked at my shoes. “Hey.” she said after a bit. “It was just a joke! You don’t have to answer that.”Feeling the tension, she broke it with “Besides, I’m sure that answer was definitely ‘yes.'”“And what makes you so sure?” I asked her with a smirk.“Well, what else happened in the last week that made high school so much better?” she challenged me.For a second, I opened my mouth to give her the answer on my mind, but luckily I remembered that perhaps it would be too crass to mention it like that. I was crushing on May, for goodness sakes. Telling her about my sexual adventures wasn’t going to do me any favors.She took my silence as a victory. “Thought so.” She said triumphantly.“Well, are you?” I asked her.“Huh?”“Are you liking grade nine so far?”“Well…” she started hesitantly. “I’ve been getting less shy lately, and I actually feel comfortable here now. So I g