Strung

No Strings Attached

We made it to his locker. Algernon paid me 5 bucks for this hell. I'm now out looking for the observatory Pete offered to come along with me and talk to me. I better be getting more cash than this. "Timothy, did you make out with Trent or is Algie acting weirder than usual?" Did he tell? That little- "He wasn't supposed to tell anyone. Who told you?" Pete began laughing. "What's so funny?! Quit laughing and answer me before I break your face."  "Okay okay! Algie's been spreading it around the school." How? "My guess... He told his nerd friends. A jock may have heard it and girls do love gossip." I screamed. That was just my reaction. To scream. "dammit! I didn't even want to make out with him. If anybody that'd be Jimmy. Do you know how close I was before you warned me?"

"Yeah turns out it was a false alarm. Gary just disappeared so suddenly, I don't know when he'll turn up. I know just you need to watch out." He's still mad at for puking at him. "I bet he's salty." -hm. I think you mean saltier than usual?- I did it before and I'll do it again, cough cough. "I hope you're loaded up on weapons. The nerds are very sly." I'm stocked up on junk if anybody wants to try anything. "You say that like you'll ditch me." "That's because I will. Good luck in there." -not happening.- I snatch Petey by his collar and drag him to the observatory gates. "You are coming with me. I'm getting sick and tired of all of you boys disappearing on me and making me do all the fighting."
12 minutes later

I have Ernest shuddering and kneeling before me. That's how I like it. "Are you done yet? Because we're pretty sick of this." Yes, I'm saying 'we're' I made a horrible choice getting Petey to help me with this. I turned him into a punching bag, I swear, he needs to work out or take fighting lessons. "Yes, yes, yes! I'm sorry please just no more!!" The nerdy fuck cried. "I won't hurt you *anymore* I promise. *unless you turn on me again* That won't happen." I lifted Ernest off his feet and went over to Petey. He's still out? I picked up Petey putting him on my back. "W-what about the jocks? They've been terrorizing us since Ted won the debate." I'm not really into politics, but can't they redo the debate? "Start over. Have someone trustworthy enough to watch over voting ballots and carry on. Take this time to shorten your speech too. And hire more help than just me. Does that sound so hard?" "I-i suppose that's acceptable."

"Or we can get dirt on the jocks?" I never got my revenge on the jocks. Only Mr. Burton. Those pictures of Mandy that were used to get Burton fired are fake if I can get some real ones we'll have our dirt. "Great idea! A game is supposed to be coming. It's perfect! Meet me in the dorms later today, I know you have stuff to take care of."
Football Field
5:05 pm
I got a text from Gary asking me to meet with him at the field. He says he's sitting at the bleachers towards the equipment room. I have my suspicions so I brought some bait with me. "I'll text you once I get there." Gloria offered to play as my bait. She had some really important business with Smith, she sounded like she wanted to kill him though. I guess we have to see how that goes.

Gary was setting you up.
How so?
He's up in one of the trees and Jimmy's here.
Thanks for telling me. I owe you.
That's not all. He's looking for you right now. You better hide. And you don't owe me anything, friendship is enough for me.
Aw! So sweet!! Thank chu! :3

I need a wardrobe change anyways. Off to the locker room, then. I scurried off the gymnasium and straight to the girl's locker room. Amazing timing too. I can hear Gary stomping and grunting after me. There's no way he's so triggered that he would come in here. Right? Wait, this is the panty raider I'm talking about. Of course, he'd come in here. Welp. If I die, tell my mother that she's an ultra meya-mega biatch.

I'm a little impressed. I forced myself to fit in this locker, with the way I'm built. How haven't I popped out yet? "You do think I'm stupid? Slow? I hear everything! I know everything! Would you like to tell me why Gloria was at the fields instead of you?" Just stay quiet. Don't breathe too hard, Don't wheeze, don't laugh, don't even fart. He's really in here. "I know your hiding in one of these lockers." He just passed me. I'm hiding in the first locker at the entrance. I'm glad they added more in here. So fun to hide. Gary's all the way at the other end of the room peeking into the shower curtain. Now that I have the chance, I slowly hold on to the locker as I open it. Stepping one foot out, I run out the locker and scatter out the locker room. Shuffling and breathing quietly for the main way out I fail to make it out the door and end up getting tackled.

"Got you!" Just because you have me doesn't mean you have the right to grope me. I know I can be perverted at times, but I don't touch, I don't gawk, I look respectfully. "Hands off my boobs or you'll be shitting shoelaces after this." I know the gym can't be this empty somebody has to come in here. "..." He's not responding. Fuck creep. "I can't stay on my stomach for too long, I'll throw up. I'm serious." How is he so heavy? I lift and do push-ups every time I can, I do pull-ups too. "I'm weighing down your legs." With what? "Just WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!?" I heard a snobby rich kid behind that. "Smith I've told you many times if I or any of my boys catch you touching another girl, we'd have to fight." Derby. Oh, you rich snobby fuck. I want to kiss you. Then punch you right in the dick. And kiss you again! Rich rude bastard. "You telling me this? Weren't you all about this type of thing? Jeez. And she likes it."
"Ahem. No, I don't. Get the hell off of me before I do something."

"I've put kids in the hospital and on life support before, for pulling shit like this. You'll be next." I pan over at Derby who is not Derby at all. It's Bif? Bif takes off his vest and throws it at the bleacher, I roll my eyes show off.

"Petra. I don't want to hurt you, stay down for me." I do as he says and the heavy load of fuckery has been tackled off my back. Well, I need to be nice, so I walk over to the bleachers and take Bif's vest. It smells like rich kids and Cologne. Oh, wait this is Bif, the extra tall and really fine Prep, I don't hold anything against him or have any problems.
Already in a flash, Bif is finished. Wow, quick wrap up ever. Bif walks to me and I hold out his next for him. "Get me and my boys if this weasel is messing with you again, we can't have another pure soul like you end up in a mental home." Another? "C-could I kiss my hero on the cheek?" Bif closes his eyes and leans down to me. Of course, he's expecting something. I pull Bif by his shirt and force him into a small gentle yet tender kiss on the lips. I look over and see Gary on the floor, almost ready to K.O! He whines a little bit before passing out. "Aren't you sweet?" Maybe these rich snobs can help me with my jock problem?