New Jeans 
By A.J. Brown
A college freshman is bullied for his money, his intelligence, and his jeans


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Ethan hung up his new pair of jeans in his new closet. Today wasn't the day to
wear them. It was too hot outside anyway being late August but it still wasn't
the time. He didn't know what kind of activities they were going to be doing
during freshman orientation weekend and he didn't want to get them dirty. The
following weekend when the upper classmen were on campus was when the real
partying was going to start and that would be a good time to break them out
for the first time.

****

The studio art class was set up with set of desks of two, one facing the
other. He had gotten there early and found a seat by himself. He looked around
as other students entered. He was mainly checking out the girls. It was his
first class on Tuesday and there had been plenty of girls to look at in the
classes he had had yesterday. So far this one didn't have as much eye candy.
He had thought the art chicks would be hotter.

"Hey," a friendly voice said that startled him. He looked over to see a cute
blonde standing behind the chair in the desk across from him. "Is anyone
sitting here?"

He looked up and the beautiful face that was looking at him immediately made
him feel good. It was an extremely pretty girl with blond hair wearing a pink
tank-top. He tried not to show that he was nervous.

"You are," he said. After he said it he was embarrassed that he had been too
forward. That quickly went away when she gave him a friendly laugh.

"Awesome, thanks," she said. "I'm Darci."

He introduced himself. The two got to talking as they waited for the professor
to come to class. She kept her pretty smile on her face the entire time as
they spoke, laughing at his jokes, asking him a lot of questions about
himself, and seeming genuinely interested in everything he had to say. He
never met girls like this in high school. He was going to like college a lot.

The professor got to class which briefly interrupted their conversation but
they soon started a drawing assignment and were able to continue to converse
as they drew. Ethan was totally falling for this girl already. He was going to
enjoy every Tuesday and Thursday being able to sit across from her.

"Alright, well I'll see you next class," she said as she stood up when class
was dismissed after an hour and fifteen minutes of enjoyment for Ethan. "Maybe
I'll see you around before that." He considered asking her for her number but
thought that might be too forward. Besides, he knew where to find her in
exactly two days.

"See ya," he said.

She waved him a goodbye and even shot him a wink that completely won him over.
He was so into this girl already. He went back to his dorm room where his
studious roommate, Dylan, was sitting on his bed engulfed in studying his
biology book. Dylan had spent most of the previous evening doing the same
after his classes. Ethan just lay on his bed for a while, staring at the
ceiling, and thinking about Darci. Dylan was so into his work that he didn't
notice or care.

****

Thursday hadn't come soon enough. Ethan had wanted to save his new jeans for
the weekend. And wearing them to art class where they had the best chance of
getting something on them was probably not the best idea. But he held them in
his hands, nonetheless, standing in front of his closet. They had a few
designed tears in them and were faded in the right places. The saleswoman had
told him how good he looked in them and he agreed that he had never looked so
good in a pair of jeans. They cost $98, the majority of the money that his
parents had given him for new school clothes. But he preferred to have that
one pair of really good jeans as opposed to a bunch of average looking
clothes. Wearing them to art class couldn't be the best idea. But Darci was
going to be there. This was the time to wear them, he felt it.

He was the first one at art class, he had planned on that much, but he hadn't
realized just how early he was. He had been sitting at his desk for over ten
minutes with no one arriving and that was causing him to get a bit nervous
that he'd say something dumb or somehow mess things up with Darci that day.
But then he just reminded himself of how cool she had been the last time and
how well they had gotten along and it calmed him down. When students started
to come in the room he was completely relaxed, excited to talk to her again.

She was one of the first ones to walk into the room - but she didn't walk in
alone. She was talking to a good looking preppy guy who wore a short-sleeved
polo shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. She wore shorts as well - her short but
well-defined legs looked amazing. It was in the high eighties outside and it
made him wonder if he shouldn't have worn the jeans in such hot weather no
matter how good they looked. Darci walked towards where he was sitting but was
still talking to the preppy and didn't seem to notice him. When she got close
she looked at him. The eye-contact made him feel good.

"Hey Ethan!" she said.

She had the same friendly tone that she spoke to him with the last class but
it didn't make him feel good this time because after she said hi she went
right back to walking with the preppy and had a seat at a desk across from him
somewhere else. Ethan felt the embarrassment shoot throughout his body as he
thought about how he had spent the last two days thinking about this class,
even planned his wardrobe for it, and now this happened.

He looked back at the seat across from him and was startled to see someone
there. It was a girl he had noticed last class but had forgotten about once he
spoke to Darci. This girl wasn't bad looking but she definitely looked a bit
on the trashy side. She had long, curly brown hair. She wore a hooded
sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. These jeans had holes in them but they didn't
appear to be by design. She just gave off the vibe of being someone that
didn't have a lot of money. Ethan wondered how much of his tuition was paying
for financial aid for this girl to be able to go to school here. She had a
seat in the chair without asking him if anyone was sitting there, took a pack
of cigarettes out of her pocket, and set them on the desk.

The girl was a normal-sized girl, maybe 5'5 and 140 pounds or so but she
intimidated him. They had locked eye-contact since he first saw her. He didn't
smile or try to speak to her mainly because he was too busy being disappointed
that Darci wasn't the one sitting there. There was something about the way she
was looking at him that gave him the impression that this was the kind of girl
that would find some way to make anyone that messed with her regret it. He
wouldn't be surprised If she hung out with some tough ass trashy guys that got
in fights all of the time. He decided it was time to talk to her.

"Hi," he said and she nodded but didn't give a verbal response. "I'm Ethan."
He stood up a bit and reached his arm out over their two desks, offering his
hand to shake hers. Her facial expression didn't change as she reached out and
gave him a weak handshake. He noticed she had big eyes.

"Keri," she said as she shook his hand.

Once the handshake was over there were no words exchanged between the two of
them. He wanted to strike up some small talk but something about the way she
was looking at him suggested that no matter what he said was going to come out
wrong. He could feel himself feeling more and more awkward as the two of them
sat across from each other silently. Luckily the professor entered shortly and
began the class, which made Ethan breathe a sigh of relief. The professor gave
the instruction for what they'd be working on during that class and told them
what supplies they would need to get from the cabinet before letting them
start working on their own. Only a few minutes of class time had passed and
this was the time that Ethan should have had to talk to Darci for over an
hour. He looked over at her talking to the preppy as they both got up to get
their supplies. A disappointed Ethan stood up to go get his.

"Hey," Keri said to him. "Can you grab mine for me?"

He agreed to even though he was annoyed at her for asking. As he walked away
it looked to him like Keri was staring directly at his jeans. She did like to
stare and she may have just been staring ahead without realizing what she was
looking at. But Ethan was pretty sure she was looking at his jeans. He didn't
spend all of the money on those to be attracting trashy looking girls like
her. She hadn't thanked him when he agreed to get her the supplies and she
didn't thank him when he came back and gave them to her. Instead, she said,
without any emotion in her voice ...

"Where'd you get those jeans?"

"Triumph," he said. She said nothing and still was looking at the jeans as he
walked back to his seat. They began their work without saying anything to each
other.

"You're not going to let me borrow those, are you?" she said. Now he felt very
uncomfortable. He wore these jeans to attract girls, not lend them to them.

"Why do you want to borrow them?"

"'Cause I like them." She almost sounded like she was embarrassed to tell him
that. At first he didn't respond but she continued to look at him with her
intimidating eyes waiting for a response. He did notice that her eyes looked
pretty.

"They're guys' jeans," he said.

"You think I care? A lot of the girls you see are probably wearing guys'
jeans. If we like the jeans it doesn't matter."

"I'm taller than you are. They wouldn't even fit you."

"Yeah but I got bigger legs than you and a bigger ass. They'd still fit me,
trust me." Once again, he said nothing, and she would not look away from him,
wanting a response.

"Just go to Triumph and get yourself a pair. They're only 98 bucks."

"I know that's not a lot of money for spoiled rich boys like you. But I don't
have 98 bucks for jeans. I can barely afford tuition here."

He had never thought of himself as a 'spoiled rich boy' before. Sure, his
parents were comfortable but he never thought of his family as having an
excessive amount as money. He wasn't sure if he should take what she said as a
compliment or not. As she looked at him waiting for him to say something, he
looked at the pack of cigarettes she had on the desk. He couldn't see what
brand they were but they looked cheap. Still, he figured they still had to be
at least six or seven bucks a pack and he wanted to tell her that if she would
quit smoking she'd be able to afford the jeans that she wanted. Instead he
said nothing. He didn't look at her the rest of class and he felt awkward the
rest of the time.

He made a quick exit out of class once it was over, still not looking at her.
He left the classroom and saw a lot of people were getting out of their
classes at the same time. He knew if he went out the main exit to this
building it would be crowded in that area and he wasn't in the mood for a
crowd. He went out the side exit to the building. No one was there. He started
to move.

"Hey!" he heard called at him. He turned around. Keri had followed him and she
was standing there. "This is the last time I'm going to ask you. Are you going
to let me borrow those jeans?" She began walking towards him. He thought about
just running away but he had more pride than that so he stood still as she
walked closer. What was she going to do? She walked right up and stood in
front of him.

"No," he said, and he didn't know why he was nervous to say it.

She punched him in the shoulder. She had quite the punch and it hurt. He
wasn't about hitting girls but on instinct he punched her right in the
shoulder back. It didn't look like it hurt her but she looked angered by it.
She grabbed the collar of his shirt with her left hand and yanked him to be
closer to her height. He watched her right fist wind back and come in quick as
it punched him in the face.

He had never been hit that hard before. The punch dazed him and hurt him at
the same time and he immediately fell to the ground. He lay on his back and as
he got himself together he looked up and saw her standing above him,
straddling him with one foot on each side of him. She sat down on his chest,
pinning him down.

He grabbed her shirt with his left hand and reached up trying to punch her
with his right but he was in no position to throw a good punch. She took a
hold of his wrist in midair then grabbed his other wrist, leaned forward, and
pinned both of his arms down on the ground above his head. She felt a lot
stronger than he expected and he couldn't move his arms at all.

She wound her right arm back and, once again, he was in no position to defend
himself as her fist came forward and connecting hard with the side of his
face. It was painful and it just made him feel weak taking punches to the face
from her. She hadn't been lying either when she told him that her legs and ass
were bigger than his. Her ass on his chest and her legs wrapped around his
side were ensuring he couldn't move.

Her fist came in again, another punch hitting him right in the face. His eyes
really had watered up now and he was trying hard not to cry. He looked up at
that face of hers, the expression on it hadn't changed since she had initially
suggested she wanted to borrow the jeans. That was the face of the girl
beating him up.

Another punch hit him in the face and he was on the brink of crying. The next
one pounded his face and he began sobbing. She now let go of both of his arms
knowing she didn't need to hold them both down. He was defenseless in his
position either way. He felt the pain of his head getting knocked back and
forth by her fists and there was nothing he could do about it.

He closed his eyes wanting to try and do anything to reduce the pain. He
absorbed a couple of more punches before feeling them stop but he kept his
eyes closed out of fear. That was when he felt her undoing his belt. When he
opened his eyes she had already undid his belt and his pants. She was now
standing up, holding one of his legs under each arm and pulling his shoes off.

She was too strong and working too fast for him to stop her. She got his shoes
off quickly then grabbed the end of his jeans and started pulling them off. He
watched them slide down his legs revealing his boxer shorts and it infuriated
him that she thought she could just do that to him right out in public. But he
leaned up and realized he was in no position to stop her, his body just
folding as he tried to reach up and not accomplishing anything. When she got
his jeans near the bottom of his legs she gave them a good pull and yanked
them right off. She then took off running with them. He watched her running
away and knew he should chase her. But then he thought about what he would
look like being the guy that was running around in his underwear. And the fact
that if he did manage to catch her that he would just got beat up again
anyway. Then she was almost out of his sight and it was no longer even a
decision for him.

Now realizing he was sitting there in his underwear, he got up and started to
run back to his dorm room. He felt so humiliated as he did. He looked around a
bit and at first it didn't seem that anyone was watching him. Eventually he
thought he caught a couple of people looking at him and laughing. He felt the
embarrassment but kept on running. At one point he was running right towards a
guy-girl couple walking in his direction. They both made no secret about the
fact that they were looking right at the pathetic guy running around campus in
his underwear. The looks on their faces were not ones of mocking but ones of
pity. That made his eyes water up again. He couldn't get back soon enough.

When he got back to his room he feared that Dylan would be there, sitting on
his bed studying, only to see his pathetic roommate barge in in his underwear,
half-crying. He didn't want to have to explain that one. Thankfully, the door
was locked and when he got inside, Dylan was not there. Ethan quickly locked
the door and jumped on his bed. All of the other students only had one pillow
but Ethan liked having two so he had brought an extra one, something a few of
the other guys that had been in his room had busted his balls about. He picked
up one pillow, lay his head face down on the other, then covered his head with
the other pillow, as he lay on his bed in his underwear crying.

****

Ethan walked down the dorm room hall feeling hungover on Sunday morning. He
had drank plenty his first weekend at college after classes but hadn't had a
good time. He lacked confidence all weekend without his new jeans and knowing
that he didn't have them since he had gotten beat up by a girl that took them.
He went out and partied but he drank very heavily just to forget about the
embarrassment as opposed to actually having fun and now he felt like crap. He
was coming back from the dining hall where he drank a bunch of fruit punch and
had an omelet that was making his stomach uneasy.

He walked back into his dorm room and Dylan was already awake, dressed, and
sitting up on his bed doing his schoolwork. He had been out drinking during
the weekend too so Ethan was impressed at how he was just able to get up and
work like that. Ethan didn't anticipate that he'd be doing any schoolwork
today.

"This girl stopped by for you when you were gone," Dylan said. "Keri. Left
those on your bed."

Ethan looked at his bed and was shocked at what he saw. His new jeans were
sitting on it, folded up neatly, washed, and ironed.

"Good work dude," Dylan said. Ethan looked up at him and Dylan gave him a
proud smile. It took Ethan a second to get what Dylan meant. If only he knew.

****

When Tuesday came, Ethan still didn't want to see the girl that beat him up at
class, even if she had given him the jeans back. He showed up late so she
wouldn't be able to sit down next to him again. He was happy when he got there
to see she was already sitting across from someone else. He took a seat across
from some fat dude. The professor started the lesson but then asked everyone
to get up and get supplies. Keri approached Ethan at that point, making him
uncomfortable, and he made a point to look in the other direction.

"Hey," she said and he turned to look at her. "You get the jeans?"

"Yeah," he said, making sure not to sound like he appreciated it.

"Thanks for letting me use them. I had a date this weekend so wanted to look
good. The date went really well so I appreciate it. You see I washed them and
ironed them for you?"

He nodded. He wanted to punch her in her face for trying to act like she had
done him a favor by doing that. And it drove him crazy knowing that if he did
that he'd get beat up. He hated her. He walked back to his desk.

****

His last Wednesday class ended at 3:40. This class was in a different building
so he was able to walk out the front door without worrying about a big crowd
being there. He was walking along outside when he felt himself get shoved hard
from behind. He was barely able to stay on his feet. He looked behind and saw
Keri standing there, clearly the one who shoved him, looking at him like she
was challenging him to do something about it.

He turned around and started to walk away, trying not to pick up the pace and
show he was afraid. He felt himself get shoved hard again and still somehow
stayed on his feet. The hard shove intimidated him and he turned to see Keri
looking at him like she was ready for a fight. Standing close to her was a
nerdy looking guy. It was clear that he was with her and she was trying to
impress him. He definitely didn't look like the kind of guy he would have
pictured Keri with and he wondered if it was the same one she had gone on the
date with wearing his jeans. If she had beaten him up for his jeans for this
guy that would make the whole thing that much worse. While he was still
looking at her, she shoved him again and this time it knocked him on his ass.
He backed away and she stood above him.

"Give me your wallet," she said. He was furious that the same person who had
just thanked him for the jeans that she had forced him to give her now was
demanding his wallet.

"No." She looked impatient. The nerd looked amused.

"Give it to me, Ethan!" she said demandingly. He jumped to his feet. Before he
could make an attempt to get away she grabbed him by the collar of the shirt
with her left hand then held back his right fist. He could tell that if he
tried to pull away it wasn't going to be easy.

"Give it to me," she said, the look on her face more threatening.

He thought about what to do and grabbed her left hand trying to pull it off of
him. He wasn't able to do it and she pulled him towards her and punched him in
the face, quickly reminding him that anything was better than getting punched
by her. As his eyes watered up he saw the plain look on her face as she wound
up and punched him in the face again.

Her punches were devastating. He put his hands to his face to cover the tears
and do his best to protect his face from further punches. He felt her left arm
wrap around his neck and quickly pull it into his side in a headlock. Her arm
was strong and she was applying as much pressure as she could. In addition to
not being able to pull away it really hurt feeling her arm crush his neck.

The pressure of the headlock had taken his hands away from his face. Her right
fist came in and punched him in the face. He was in a defenseless position
again and unable to stop the next punch that hit him. He tried to get his
hands in front of his face but that couldn't protect him from the next punch.
After a couple of more punches he was crying as he was bent over helpless in
the headlock taking more punches. He tried to squeeze out of the headlock but
he couldn't and she pushed him to the ground.

He tried even quicker to get up but she came down and pushed her knee into his
chest. He continued to be surprised and overwhelmed by how strong her legs
felt as just her knee pushing into his chest was making it difficult for him
to do much. He watched her wind her arm back and even though he knew it was
coming he wasn't any kind of a fighter so he couldn't block it when her fist
came in and struck his face hard. Just feeling that punch sent him into a
flustered panic. He put his hands up but had his eyes closed at the same time
as he was so afraid of her punches so she was easily able to punch around his
hands and she did so multiple times. Her punches felt torturous to him and
made him feel so weak that he felt keeping his eyes closed would make it
better. That resulted in him getting punched over and over.

The punches then stopped coming in but he still kept his eyes closed fearing
there would be more coming. He felt Keri's hands start digging around in his
front pocket, clearly looking for his wallet. He felt her hand grab his dick
right through the pocket material and it made him feel violated. It was almost
worse than the punches.

His wallet was in his back pocket so he pushed his ass into the ground
thinking he was protecting it. That of course didn't stop Keri as she was able
to dig back there, fondling his ass as she did. She got her fingers on his
wallet but wasn't able to pull it out of his pocket because of the pressure he
was applying. He felt her fist drive into his stomach and as he tried his best
just to get air after the painful punch she was easily able to pull the wallet
out of his pocket.

He started to open his eyes but he was seeing stars so he quickly closed them
again. As bad as the punches to the face were he could at least breathe after
those but now he felt fear that he needed medical attention as the punch was
the worst thing he had ever felt and he was working hard just trying to get
any air in. He finally opened his eyes and as the tears came down his face he
was slowly able to get in a couple of breaths. Breathing was still not easy
but it was starting to come back to him and although he was still in pain and
uncomfortable, he at least knew he was going to be OK, assuming she didn't hit
him again. He looked up to see her taking all of the cash he had in his wallet
- 64 dollars which was a lot for a poor college guy, then she threw the wallet
back on him like it was a piece of trash and he was the trash can - and she
proudly walked away with the amused looking nerd. Ethan lay there trying to
catch his breath.

****

He tried to get to art class early the next day. He had spent the night heated
and upset that Keri had beaten him up and taken his money. He found a little
relief expecting that she'd give the money back. Perhaps she just needed to
borrow it for another date with the guy or something but she'd pay him back
like she gave the jeans back. He wondered when, though. This time he was going
to have to stick up to her. His plan was to get there early and hope that
she'd sit across from him again. But he didn't get there as early as he had
the prior Thursday. She was already sitting down with no one sitting across
from her - even better. He sat across from her and gave her a heated look.

"Hey, what's up," she said, talking casually like they were buddies. He gave
her a dirty look trying to show that he was angry with her and that he didn't
want her talking to him all friendly. Her facial expression didn't change.

"What was up with that yesterday?" he said. "I let you borrow my jeans and now
you're taking money from me?"

"That dude I was with was the one I had a date with. Was just trying to
impress him. Sorry. It worked though. He thought it was funny watching me kick
your ass." For a moment, Ethan was speechless.

"OK well when are you going to give me the money back?"

"Huh?"

"You borrowed my jeans to impress him but you gave them back at least. You're
going to give me that money back too, right?" He sounded extremely impatient
when he said 'right'.

"Oh no man, I spent it last night. Told him the date was my treat this time."

"Well you can get the sixty bucks back. Give it back to me when you get it."

"Man, it takes me forever to get sixty bucks. When I do I'm not giving it to
you. I don't have it to give to you, sorry."

He gave her a furious look, looking like he might attack her, and feeling so
furious he felt like he could. She didn't flinch or look afraid, looking like
she was totally fine if that was what he wanted to do. As he thought about
whether he was going to do it, the professor walked in the room. A part of him
felt relieved as he knew there was nothing he could do. As class began he
thought about how he was going to have to just run away whenever he saw her.
He couldn't let her just keep taking his stuff.

****

Leaving class on Thursday felt like a major relief for him knowing he should
at least have four days off from his bully. He tried his best to enjoy the
weekend though his confidence was at an all-time low and knowing that he had a
bully made it hard to be happy. He was so flustered that he didn't even think
to wear his new jeans at all during the weekend.

Monday came and he had to get back to his busiest day of the week after not
having a very enjoyable weekend. His last class ended at 3:40 and he went to
the library to do an hour of schoolwork after that. He then walked down the
hall towards his dorm room, thinking about going to dinner soon. He opened the
door and first he saw Dylan sitting on his bed studying but then was startled
to see that someone was on his bed.

Keri was comfortably lying on his bed. One pillow was propped up against the
wall and she had her head rested on it while she played on her phone. Her legs
were stretched out and her bare feet were resting on his other pillow. Her
feet looked rugged and her toenails weren't painted. She finished typing
something into her phone then looked up at him.

"Where were you?" she said, as if she had been expecting him. "Your roommate
said you were done with class at 3:30."

"3:40," he corrected and she looked like she didn't care about the difference.
"Then I went and studied for a while."

"Damn, you're ambitious," she said. "Come on. You and I need to go for a
walk."

She sat up and put her bare feet into a pair of her flips flops that she had
next to the bed. She stood up and started making her way towards the door.
Ethan looked over at Dylan who gave him another nod of approval and a smile.
Dylan clearly had the nature of Ethan and Keri's relationship all wrong. Ethan
wanted so badly to tell Dylan that he needed help but he couldn't bring
himself to tell his roommate he was getting bullied by a girl. Dylan looked
back down at his schoolwork and Keri grabbed Ethan by the collar, pulling him
out the door.

They were out in the hallway and Ethan tried to reach to close the door behind
him but Keri gave his shirt another tug and pulled him away before he could
get a hold of the doorknob. She then let go of him and walked ahead of him
with her chest out. Ethan followed. She wore tight jeans and he noticed she
had a pretty big butt.

"So how's your day going?" she asked without looking back at him as she kept
walking.

"Not bad," he said, thinking a little friendly conversation might help.
"Calculus is always a pain but the rest of the day was decent. How about
yours?"

"Same old shit, different day," she said without looking back at him and her
tone suggested that she hadn't even cared what his answer to her question had
been.

She kept walking forward and led them him through a door to a staircase. They
were on the second floor and they stood right at the top of the stairs. He was
now standing with his back just a few inches from the wall with her standing
in front of him with her plain look on her face. He already feared her and
just knowing that she could throw him down the stairs if she wanted to, made
him more afraid.

"So I just got assigned a 20 page research paper," she said to him. "Can you
believe that shit?"

"That's college."

"Yeah, but I can't do papers."

"Didn't you ever do any in high school?"

"Had to do one long one. I failed it. Was still able to pass the class but I
failed the paper. Still passed the class. I can't fail one here, though. Will
you do it for me?" He could see the stairs out of the corner of his eye to his
left. He felt the fear in his stomach.

"I don't have time for that," he said.

"I'll make it worth your while." He thought he heard a bit of seduction in her
tone. Was she offering him a sexual favor? He hadn't been involved in anything
sexual since he had been at school. Did he want that from her? She was good
looking, even if she was a bit trashy. But he did want that from someone who
had been bullying him? For the first time he suddenly felt very turned on by
her.

"What?" he said nervously.

"I won't beat you up for a month," she said. He felt stupid for thinking what
he had. Then he felt annoyed.

"A month? I would hope you wouldn't do it again if I did that paper for you."

"That's not going to happen," she said like he had said the dumbest thing
ever.

"OK at least for the rest of the year."

"The rest of the school year or the rest of the year?"

"The school year." She turned her head and smiled looking annoying.

"No way man," she said. "And I'm not doing the rest of the year either. You're
a wimp and you have a lot of stuff I want. A month is a good deal. I could
just beat you up anyway and make you do it. And if you don't do it I am going
to beat you up every day. I'd take the deal if I were you."

He felt the fear throughout his body as well as the shame of being such a
pussy. He knew he should just walk away. But those stairs were right there.
What if she threw him down? Just the thought of that made him feel uneasy. And
if she beat him up every day then he'd lose a lot more time than if he just
did the paper for her. Plus, he wouldn't meet any girls if it got out he was
being bullied by one. No one had to know he was writing the paper for her. She
wouldn't want anyone to know that either.

"Alright, fine, one month," he said. She looked like she expected him to
eventually say that.

"Good decision," she said. "It's a win for everybody. Be in your room around 8
tonight. I'll come by and give you everything you'll need to know for the
paper." She's was talking like all was cool between them and they had just
made some fair deal. He was disgusted with himself.

"Sounds good," he said. He watched her start to walk away with her back to him
and he thought about what a pussy he was. She then stopped and turned her head
halfway to look at him.

"And I'm gonna need to borrow your jeans again," she said. "I have a date with
a different guy tomorrow night and those jeans worked really well for me last
time. So have 'em ready."

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