Harold Delvack sat starting at the lovely girl with the coltish legs in his math class for the last thirty minutes. There was no way that he could even concentrate. Not that Mr. Keller would even know… most of his students never did concentrate, anyway.
Her name as Shelly… Shelly Woodrow, and by all accounts, Harold thought she was the loveliest girl in the entire 12th grade. Though Harold knew his chances with her were limited. After all, this was Cheerleader, Shelly Woodrow, and Harold, admittedly was a geek.
“All right class.” Mr. Keller clapped his hands and brought Harold out of his revelry, “we are going to have a project. This will last for the weekend and at the end of that time, you will be asked to make a full report on what you have learned.”
Most of the students, including Harold, groaned. Mr. Keller was by far, the most boring teacher there, and everyone there doubted the assignment would be fun.
“We will separate into groups of two. Once in these groups, you will be asked to pick a topic, anything at all. After you’ve picked this topic, you will then decide on a business plan based upon this topic. Once you have this business plan, start keeping track of what you would put out in expenditures and what would come in for profit.”
“Huh?” Freddy Green, the jock football player, spoke for everyone’s lack of understanding for this project. (Everyone except for Harold, that is.)
“That is to say; if you like comic books, you might want to start up your own comic book store. Come up with a business plan, and a cost of what it will take to start. Then estimate what you’ll sell, and what other costs there will be for the entire year. You are allowed to use as many pieces of paper as you like and there is no requirement of how it is to be handed in. You might hand it in as a folder with your idea, however you must do the mathematical equations for your business! This is what the whole project is about folks. Mathematical equations!”
He then reached under his desk and pulled out a fish bowl containing several slips of paper. “Here are the names, to be picked out in random order…”
Harold paid little attention until he heard his name being picked. “Harold Delvack and Shelly Woodrow!”
Harold’s heart leaped. He hoped that he’d heard right. “Sir?” He put his hand up into the air. “Who was my partner again?”
“That would be me.”
Harold looked to his left, and there, smiling like the angel she was, was Shelly! His Shelly! “Hi Shelly.”
She sat down and scooted next to him. “So, do you have any ideas as to what you’d like to do?” She smiled at him slightly and pushed aside her long blonde hair.
“I-I.” Harold cleared his throat, looking kind of embarrassed. He knew exactly what he wanted to say, but the words just never seemed to come out right. “I’ve always wanted to work at a comic book store.”
Shelly smiled, at him… at him! More than smiled, she brightened right up. “Really. I love comic books!”
Harold’s heart skipped a beat. “Really, what’s your favorite?”
“I’ve always been partial to X-MEN! I love Jean Grey and her red hair. I was always wondering why she and Cyclops never, well you know… got it on.”
Harold smiled and would have gone further into the subject matter had it not been for the fact that Mr. Keller had chosen to walk by at that very instant. “Well, how is your project coming along, people?”
Harold panicked. They had only just started to do the very rudimentary parts of it, but were unsure of anything else. “Well sir…” He began before Shelly cut him off.
“…We are thinking about running a comic book store.”
“Ah, a comic book store, it sounds very interesting, any ideas on what it will take?”
“Well, sir this is still in the very early stages, but we figured that we’ll need somewhere to start it, to house the place.”
Harold just stared; he hadn’t figured that out at all! ‘Whew, Shelly was slick.’
Shelly continued. “Given the rental prices, there is little likelihood that we’d be able to find someplace to rent under $2000.” She wrote 2000 in her notebook.
“Added into that was power and utilities. Figure $500 or so for that.” Harold spoke firmly; amazed he was able to come up with the fact totally unrehearsed! “Now that’s just to get a place. This isn’t counting insurance – fire, flood, and etc materials – such as bags, backing boards, price stickers…
“Insurance would probably eat up another $600 or so, if we’re lucky.”
Mr. Keller brightened. “Boy, it seems to me like you two are doing quite a lot with this project already. You’ll probably be the winners, hands down.”
“Th-thank-you sir.” Harold wasn’t used to compliments of such high praise from his teachers.
“Yeah, thanks.” Shelly added. The two continued to work until the bell finally rang, and it was the weekend.
“So.” Asked Shelly as she picked up her books, slung them over her shoulder and started on her way out the door. “Where do you want to continue this discussion? My place or yours?”
Harold flushed bright crimson, he wasn’t used to anyone – let alone someone of the opposite sex being so straightforward with him. “Uh…dunno.”
“Oh.” Teased Shelly. “A man of words.” She gently placed an arm around his shoulder and Harold could fell as his cock start to respond and stiffen. “Tell you what, how about you come over to my place and we can work for a little bit and then go onto other things if you catch my drift.” She winked at him
“Uh… sure…what time?”
“Six alright with you?”
“Yeah, but don’t you want to get it done now?”
