High School
by Corbin
Chapter 2

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Has anyone seen that diamond commercial, (it's in black-and-white btw, for that gritty, down to earth 
appeal I guess), the one where a man and a woman are standing in the middle of some large town square 
and he proclaims his love for her. He starts shouting "I love this woman!" while waving his arms. 

Anyone recall this farce? This pathetic joke of a commercial?
 
Well this woman is like, looking totally embarrassed, ready to crawl under a rock because she thinks her 
boyfriend is loosing his mind... (Please, put me in that commercial so I can sock him in the kisser, just to 
shut his loud idiotic mouth).
 
Anyway, he then proposes to her...giving her this diamond, well that just sends this woman over the 
romantic edge and she embraces him warmly (awwww) while saying "I love this man".
 
Isn't that just dandy? So the man is the one who is portrayed as the self-confident, romantic nut (nut 
case all right) with emotional depth and passion. The woman is the shallow one who only comes to life 
when a fucking rock is shoved under her nose. She looks scared, insecure, and that hunk of a diamond 
suddenly brings all the love out in her. Simply pathetic...I see nothing romantic about that commercial at 
all!
 
In fact, I see it as an advertisement for prostitution. Basically, it's saying that if you give a woman a 
diamond, she will open her heart and legs for you instantly, that women are superficial and only 
understand the language of jewelry. They are not trading in cold hard cash but the diamond market you 
see. Very clever, but I'm on to you advertising punks! More attempts by men in the advertising field to 
patronize, insult, and demean women while we buy their junky products, or have them given as gifts 
from retarded men who should never have come out of their role of hunting-and-gathering to begin with.
 
*Okay...deep breath....I feel better now...*

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Where was I? Oh yeah...
 
Sharon had already disappeared into the locker room. 

I dragged out the minutes by stretching because people like Sharon annoyed me and I figured if I waited 
long enough she would be long gone from the locker room. I also enjoyed the moment of peace and quite 
as I was in a bit of a funk; you see I was beginning to realize my gymnastics days were numbered although 
my Scholarship to College was based on just that. I knew I would never be able to compete at the level I 
really wanted to, not against the girls I would be going up against. They were so small, body frame wise, 
and willing to risk their neck at any price...not me, sure I would do some of the more difficult routines, 
hence dangerous, but I think my coach sensed my growing apprehension. After all, the bigger you are the 
harder you *DO* fall.
 
I slowly twisted my torso to my left, then right, while keeping my legs stretched out in a full split just a 
little longer while I sat contemplating my current and future role in gymnastics. I smiled a little as I 
thought about Eric, and how he was ecstatic over the fact he was dating a girl that was into exercise, 
track, and gymnastics. Which brings up another point, just to give you an idea of how spoiled our school 
was, the girls had their own exercise room, separate from the guys, how pampered is that? But to be 
honest the weight room was nothing more then a chatter-box/social-club for most of the girls to lounge 
around in, never mind that lifting was actually part of our training routine, but you would never know 
that if you walked in there. Unless you were the Coach and then suddenly all the girls were grunting and 
sweating...pathetic...but the Coach new what they were up to, she would just smirk knowingly when she 
would walk in.
 
Running, swimming, gymnastics, they all came natural to me...I was fearless...and when I started to curl 
weights I was shocked to see my body respond. But I'll be honest, I really held back for awhile because I 
was going thru some personal issues at that time...I was being pulled in a million directions; Parents, 
Teachers, and boys. Picking up those weights also meant going down a road that would only further 
separate me from the 'image' my mother had for me. She wanted to mold me into this girly-girl dressed 
all in pink *hack**cough**barf* and I knew if I started coming home all toned-up from lifting she would 
go berserk!
 
I didn't want to bulk up anyway that wasn't my goal, but I did get very toned (there is a difference). I was 
just enthralled with the way my body was responding to the simplest of routines! It was...well...it was like 
as I started to map out my lifting schedule (with help from my coach) I likened it to creating a 
sculpture...and it was my body! MINE! I was so thrilled! My breasts shrank some, but not nearly as much 
as I was hoping, I knew/know girls who just about lost all of their boobs after they started serious exercise 
and lifting. Having these knockers swinging around is no fun folks! Full 'C' cup, annoying at times...and 
beneficial in other ways :) Amazing what a nice pair of breasts will do for you, a little cleavage and 
suddenly I have Jedi-mind powers, anything that comes out of my mouth and guys 'obey' while they look 
and droll at my chest.

The first time Eric asked me to pose for him I just giggled (what a stupid word 'giggled', it was something 
between and smile and a laugh so I guess it was a giggle, why not 'chuckle'? I guess girl's 'giggle' and guys 
'chuckle'. Who makes up these stupid rules!)

Anyway, I fucking giggled and shook my head 'No'. 

"Come on! Please, just once." 

"It's silly!" I said back and placed my hands on my hips defiantly leaning away from him, I had no 
intention of posing.

"No it's not, just curl your arm, look at your bicep! Better yet! Flex your legs!" 

Make your freaking mind up dude! Arms...legs...back...which is it?
 
But there was something adorable the way he looked and was asking me, he was totally smitten having a 
girlfriend with muscles. I never took my clothes off, but I would roll my shirt up so he could see my abs, 
and roll up my shorts some as well, but that was it. On a side note, Eric and I always stopped a little after 
first base, I allowed him to gently hold my breasts 'over' my shirt, and when I had shorts on he could 
stroke my thighs up to a certain point! The kissing part was interesting, I had only pecked a few guys on 
the lips, but Eric was the first guy that I was full-blown kissing, and the sensation of French kissing him 
just about caused me to hyperventilate, he was a great kisser!

He pulled my hand down to his crotch one time, and alarms went off in my head, I didn't freak out, but I 
pulled my hand away. I told him I didn't want to tease him, but he said he didn't mind, but NOPE! I am 
not rubbing you down there, even thru your pants, just as you are not going to grope me below.

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I was done stretching and pulled on my track shorts and strolled into the locker room expecting a nice 
relaxing end to my day, that is if Sharon was gone by now.

But all I got was another boatload of hassle and who was in the middle of it all? (If you really need the 
answer to that question, stop reading this now you moron.)

Well now, before my very eyes there was the makings of one nasty fight and Sharon looked like she just 
might wind up on the loosing end. The first of Sharon's two tormentors, and most aggressive, was Taylor 
with her short curly reddish, brown hair and stocky build, she was close to Sharon's height but about an 
inch shorter at 5'8". The second one Janet was shorter and skinner, about 5'5", wearing her light brown 
hair pulled back in a sloppy pony tail. They were decked out in their uniforms, covered in dirt, sweat and 
dust, their faces tan from playing outdoors all spring, both shared the same mocking, nasty look, enjoying 
every bit of the moment, until I walked in that is.

Sharon, for what seemed like the first time I can ever recall, had this look of 'I'm in deep shit' although 
she was putting up a brave front. Considering she was standing in her underwear with nothing but a 
clutched shirt to cover her chest it was a difficult front to maintain I'm sure. 
 
So now I've got all three looking at me like I'm some alien that just landed in the middle of the locker 
room, giving me that nervous-surprised look. I was very annoyed to say the least, all I wanted to do is get 
my gym bag and get home to study!

But then I was caught off guard by this vulnerable expression in Sharon's eye, she was looking at me with 
almost slight relief. For the first time this Queen of the School was looking right at me, not thru me and it 
kind of hit home, yeah I know she could be playing me for the fool/sucker because she is also known to 
be such a drama queen. Anyway I continued to walk to my locker, my mind was spinning because this 
kind of crap I did not need! My little plane was not flying below the radar at this moment! 

My right hand just seemed to fumble with the lock when Taylor's BIG-FAT-MOUTH made the decision 
for me; "Hey Corbin, could you give us a few minutes?" she piped up, she had this sadistic smile on her 
face which really annoyed me.

"Actually, could you come back in a half hour this could take awhile." Janet kind of chuckled. (Now I was 
getting angry at their arrogance!)

I wasn't a friend with any of these girls, nor enemies, honestly they meant very little to me, but suddenly I 
was about to choose sides and it would forever alter my life. 

"Sharon, do you still need that ride home?" Uh, did I just say that?
 
Sharon just nodded 'Yes' franticly.
 
"Then get with it, I don't have all day." Did I just offer her a ride home? That was lame! 
Everyone knows that Sharon drives her own car...all the damn time.

"Corbin! Are you shitting me?" Taylor blurted out in shock, "Since when did you buddy up with 
princess?!"
 
"Yeah!" Janet added her useless input.
 
I didn't respond, but just gave this devilish smirk (very unlike me) and I felt this overwhelming air of 
calm and confidence swoop down on me and it seemed to totally freak them out. I also liked the fact that 
I was taller then any of them, and since I started lifting weights I was undoubtedly the strongest girl in 
school and they all knew that. Now that doesn't add up to a hill of beans when it comes to fighting, but I 
was still waging a psychological war at this point and winning :) Just thru posture and eye contact I had 
them believing that I could put up one hell of a nasty fight, or I should say, 'I was willing to put up a fight 
if need be'.
 
Taylor's wheels were obviously spinning in her small mind, contemplating what to 
do next...or not to do...in the end she simply patted her little buddy Janet on the back before speaking, 
"Let's go, see you around Princess and you too Corbin." An annoying sneer curled out of the corner of 
Taylor's lips as she got that little jab in at me.
 
Well bitch you want to banter, we can banter all day! "You see me now don't you? And you'll see me every 
day until the end of the school year." I fired right back, even dropping my gym bag while waving my arms 
out to the side with a very 'bring it on' gesture. Again, all very uncharacteristic for me, Taylor and Janet 
stood dead in their tracks while Taylor just had this confused, shocked look in her eyes. I stood totally 
unwavering, but it was Taylor that chose to back down again and I watched as she shook head in disgust 
before prodding Janet to keep walking away. 
 
"We're just walking away?" I heard Janet mumble in shock. I couldn't clearly make out what Taylor said in 
reply...something to the effect of 'Soon enough...' or some reply like that. The corner of my left eye caught 
Sharon looking at me, actually awestruck. Just like that it was over.

There was this uncomfortable pause...that awkward silence as Sharon simply stood, her skirt half way up 
her legs. I was trying to think of something cool to say, I could still feel her eyes staring right at 
me waiting for something else to happen. 'Nice body' was all that seemed to come to mind, how odd, 
Sharon did have one kick ass figure, but anyway all I did was turn my back on her so I could take a seat 
on the bench. My fingers nervously played with the strap on my gym bag, I was getting irritated that I 
was now stuck in the middle of some drama I didn't have any business being in. "You ready yet?" I 
snapped which I regretted because it sounded a bit harsh, gheesh listen to me now, barking orders at the 
Social-Drama-Queen herself! 

"Almost," Sharon said just above a whisper and I heard her locker close, finally I can get the hell out of 
here and I stood up and turned around. Sharon looked at me and smiled, it was kind of a relief in some 
ways, her deep blue eyes with her beautiful smile momentarily had me mesmerized and it made me 
smile, and she smiled back even more. How icky sweet is that?

"I'll walk you out, you know, just in case...well... " I sighed not really knowing if I was making any sense, 
but at least I made my tone a bit more friendly. We walked out to Sharon's car thru a mostly empty 
parking lot, every once in awhile I would catch her sneaking a glance over, studying me. I was a little 
taller then her and could more then hold my own in the looks department, so I guess I was somewhat of 
an anomaly at the moment because I always tried to downplay my looks. Sharon, was just the opposite, 
throwing her looks in front of everyone's faces. I wore my hair in no particular manner, it hung long and 
'very untidy' as Sharon would later comment, not to mention I was a fashion victim; baggy and wrinkled 
was my look and I didn't buy my clothes that way either, it was just obvious that I was not one for 
ironing.
 
"You sure don't talk much." Sharon commented in an uneasy tone, I simply shrugged and smiled, that 
was how I really am, pretty quiet. "But that's okay, it's kind of nice..." Sharon smiled and looked over at 
me, she seemed to spend allot of time analyzing me. I really didn't give her or anyone much information 
to ever go on, I was outside of her standard realm of friends.

I suspected Sharon was in a bit of turmoil at the moment, you see the sad truth was that Sharon knew the 
consequences of her actions over the years, it meant that her circle of reliable, trustworthy friends had 
narrowed to a dangerous limited number. Making friends with me was not in the scope of Sharon's world, 
although I had 'The Looks, Academic and Athletic rankings' of respect, I think maybe it was my family 
not being rich and influential enough. Oh yeah as I indicated before I am total fashion wreck and even if I 
wanted to be up on the latest trends my parents couldn't afford to keep up with the styles (And it didn't 
make much sense to take money from my part time job only to turn around and dump it into clothes) It 
took everything they had just to get me into this stupid school.
 
I had started to mentally withdraw from this whole situation, you see Sharon was one of the so-called 
'untouchables' in our school, someone that no guy or girl should approach unless you were given some 
non-verbal, un-written approval. 'Like some stupid secret society' I smiled to myself in mock humor, all 
schools have these niches by which social dynamics make or break teenagers, and yet in only a few short 
minutes the two of us had been thrust together, in a very personal situation.

We stopped at her car and I noticed Sharon's confidence resurfacing now, "Thank you." She said, her 
back straight, head high, and she was drifting into cool-snob mode. That sort of snapped me out of my 
thoughts so I squared up my shoulders to face this girl since that feeling of formality was back again.

"It's all good." I just shrugged with my own casual air.

But then Sharon just gave me this wicked smile which suddenly clued me into that *other* Sharon that 
lurks underneath, the mischievous one, "Do you realize the hassles your in for, you know, once those two 
bitches spread around the school that you claimed to be my friend." 

That caused my blonde brain to stutter, wait a second I never claimed to be her friend! I take that word 
very seriously and began to question Sharon's sincerity; "All I did is help you out some." I tried to down 
play the whole episode.
 
"Yeah...I guess that's all it was." Sharon hesitated and I could tell she was disappointed as she fiddled with 
her keys nervously, her whole demeanor suddenly dropped. (Man come on, what is it with these stupid 
social mind games! I can't keep up!) 

I stood there for a long moment and then peered up very cautiously, "I don't know Sharon do you want to 
be friends...with me?" I swallowed hard, am I ever a sucker or what? (Of course this bitch doesn't want to 
be your friend she just wants to use you for some sort of social chess game) my subconscious warned me.

Sharon paused and looked up with an expression like that was exactly what she wanted me to say, now 
she was beaming her big smile again, "You're adorable!" she gushed making fun of me and the fact I could 
now barely look her in the eyes. 'Gheesh I feel like some stupid, awkward little kid, not some Senior in 
High School.' while I stood there kicking the loose gravel with my shoes.

So we made pleasantries and formally introduced ourselves, and all that other dreadfully boring chit-
chat. Well isn't this just dandy, I know, all rather nauseating girl stuff, but it sometimes must be done.

Anyway I was looking for a way out, "Look I'll give you a call, I have to run home or my parents are going 
to freak out." I started walking backwards.
 
"Okay...yeah...please do...and thanks again." Sharon pulled on the handle to her car door and just stood 
watching me walk away, waiving spastically.
 
"God I hope I'm not making a big mistake." I mumbled to myself, I was so full of angst I wanted to punch 
something or someone, nice eh?