TUESDAY
I had become really tired of high school. I had succeeded in class, been a leader in extracurricular activities, and although it got me into the college that I wanted, I came to hate the fact that I barely had any fun. I didn't go to the prom. I wasn't invited to the shore. I had my two friends, but otherwise spent my time alone. And the academic part of school was essentially over. By this point in the year, because I had taken all AP classes, I was really done with my classes—we were doing some moderately fun projects to kill time until the end of the year, but there was really little to keep me interested.
The only thing I looked forward to at school was checking out the hot girls, who took advantage of the warmer weather to wear as little as they could get away with. But now, after my incredible weekend at the lake house, I planned to look with the thought of how I could start a conversation with some of them and maybe even get laid at some point.
Fred had cornered me as soon as I showed up, demanding more details, and I gave him a quick and dirty recap of the last bit. He claimed not to believe any of it, and frankly, I didn't give a shit. I knew what happened, and that was good enough for me.
At lunch, I was sitting at my usual table in the corner with Fred and Gina. The three of us were our little nerd group since middle school, and among us we pretty much monopolized the leadership of all of the school organizations with zero social cachet, but which looked good on college apps. So, for example, I was editor of the newspaper and president of the science club, Fred was president of the social studies club and Gina was editor of the lit mag and president of the mock trial team. Fred was short and stocky, although well built, with wavy blond hair and a bland face, neither unattractive nor attractive. Gina was average height, with mousy brown hair that was cut without any discernible style. I honestly had no idea if she had a good body or not, since I had never seen her dressed in anything but baggy clothing. I'd always thought that she probably wasn't bad looking, but she didn't seem interested in her looks at all.
Gina was probably the only person in the school who challenged me academically, but I edged her out as valedictorian by a small margin. For years, Gina and I had hung out almost every day, spending hours talking and watching obscure TV shows together. Until recently, we pretty much told each other everything. She could be pretty caustic, but also never took offense if someone disagreed with her, as long as the position could be backed by a reasonable argument. It was stupidity and illogic that set her off. Fred was fourth in the class, and was my best male friend, but we were never really as close as Gina and I. The guy who was third in the class was too weird even for us, and we never saw him outside of class. What he did was a mystery that we never solved.
Fred kept pressing me for more details from the weekend, and Gina, not being an idiot, figured out what was going on. The whole thing seemed to piss her off, and she kept making snotty remarks about the brain power of my sister and her friends, which, of course, I had to refute. Before it got too ugly, I was able to change the topic to one of our AP physics projects, when I saw something happening that threatened to break the rigid caste system of the school.
Dana Angelo, in my considered opinion the hottest girl in our school, was strutting toward our table. Dana was Ariel's younger sister, and we played together in elementary school. But in middle school, she started growing breasts and turning into the alpha girl of our grade, so she clearly had to snub me as socially undesirable. We probably hadn't spoken a word since 8th grade, when I innocently said hello to her in the hall, and she dramatically and intentionally ignored me.
She never once during high school acknowledged my existence, and hung out with the popular kids and the jocks. Despite that, like probably all of the guys at my school, and probably even some of the girls, I had numerous fantasies about Dana. The stories of the things that went on at her 18th birthday party were legendary, and if even half of them were true, were mind boggling.
Despite the fact that they were sisters, Dana looked nothing like Ariel. Where Ariel was blond, tall and athletic, Dana was dark, a little shorter, and more voluptuous. Her face was dazzling, and although I'm guessing she did, it looked like she didn't have to wear makeup. Her dark, straight hair reached just below her shoulders. She had larger tits than Ariel, but not as huge as Beth, and she loved to wear tight, low cut shirts to display them. She also had a great ass and legs, and often wore short skirts or leggings to school to emphasize that fact. Not that I noticed.
Today, as she approached our table, she was wearing a too-tight t-shirt that strained against her chest and tight jeans that accentuated her shapely hips, butt and legs. Even more heads than usual followed her to our table, wanting to see why North High School royalty was about to cross the divide and consort with the nerds. She stood by our table for a second as if to decide whether it was safe to sit down, and then pulled out a chair and sat next to me.
I was thrown by this unprecedented behavior, and in my nervousness, I said, dripping with sarcasm, "Hey, Dana, how have you been the past few years?"
I don't think she picked up on my tone, or if she did, she didn't react negatively. Which I realized was good, because as low as my status already was, I could only have imagined what it would be like if Dana realized that I was mocking her to her admittedly flawless face.
"Fine, I guess," she replied, calmly.
There was an awkward pause. She smiled at me, and I was immediately entranced.
"Look, Jack, I need a favor from you. I know I haven't been exactly nice to you since middle school, but I'm kind of desperate." Her beautiful brown eyes actually seemed to tear up a bit.
"My sister told me that she spent some time with you this weekend and that you were a nice guy and would help me."
I wondered how much Ariel told her about the weekend, but that could wait for later.
"What can I help you with?" I asked.
"I got a cheerleading scholarship to State," she started, but before she could finish, Gina jumped in,
"And you need him to help you spell DEFENSE?"
Dana threw her a withering gaze that probably would have intimidated most other kids at the school, and turned back to me, flashing a look that was pure sex, and I mentally took her side against Gina's taunting.
"Unfortunately, my grades are not great, and if I fail the physics final, State will pull my scholarship."
She took a deep breath, causing her tits to heave toward my face.
"I need you to tutor me in physics," she finally blurted out.
"That's all?" I asked.
"Yeah, can you?"
I was smart enough to know that I was being manipulated, but quickly did the calculus. On the one hand, she had frozen me out for 5 years which was probably the main cause of my social pariah status. On the other hand, she was hot, popular and her sister had punched my v-card and had been so nice to me. There was no question.
"Of course. When do you want to start?"
Fred and Gina looked aghast, but I didn't care. They were missing how this development could help them, as well as me.
"Tonight? 5:00 at my house?" She asked.
"Sure, I'll be there," I responded, trying hard to keep the nervous quivering out of my voice.
