in condescension.
“I’ll see you on Thursday, Jason.” She gestured toward the front door.
“Good night.” He gave her another sexy smile and let himself out.
Later that evening, while taking a break from doing his homework, Jason called Eric to brag about his progress with Sara.
“Guess what, bro?” Jason said, grinning from ear to ear.
“What?” asked Eric. “Chicken butt?”
“No, you fag, I got pretty far with Sara today.”
“She suck your dick?”
“No.”
“You finger her?”
“No.”
“You kiss her?”
“No.”
“Then what the fuck did you do, take her out for ice cream? I bet her fat ass loved that.” Eric snorted and laughed at his own joke.
“No, you douchebag. I got her to be nice.”
“Ooh, you got her to be nice?” Eric mocked. “That is so impressive, J. When I think about what I want to do to a girl or want her to do to me, it’s definitely being nice.”
“It’s a start, numb nuts. It’s better than anyone else has done so far,” Jason said defensively. “I also got her phone number.”
“Really? That cow-faced cunt gave you her phone number?”
“Mm-hmm.” Jason’s voice hummed with pride.
“How’d you manage to swing that?” Eric asked, suspicion in his voice.
“Well . . . she gave it to me in case I’m late to another tutoring session, but I still got it! It’s still something!” Jason yelled over a cackling Eric in an attempt to keep the victory he had just gained.
“Yeah, getting her to be nice is nice and all, I guess, and it’s cool that you got her phone number—even if it was under false pretenses—but you haven’t got her to spread her legs yet. And you won’t.”
“I will,” Jason swore, but he wasn’t as confident as he had been at the beginning of the conversation. “I’m gonna have her on all fours and begging for it in no time. In fact, let’s double the bet to four hundred.”
“Four hundred, eh?”
“Yep, four hundred. I mean, if you think you can handle it.”
“Hmm . . . I could use a new PlayStation, so okay. You got yourself a deal. I’ll tell Andy Mr. Cocky’s raised the bet to four hundred. Talk to you later, J.”
“Later.”
Jason hung up. He tried to finish his homework, so he could go to bed, but his mind kept wandering back to Sara and the bet. Why was he doubting himself? Simply because of what Eric had said? Fuck Eric! Hell, he pulled more pussy than Eric and Andy combined! The way he was approaching Sara was one hundred percent right. Being a fat chick, she was probably used to being rejected and treated like trash, and she had probably turned into an uptight, cold bitch because of it. All she needed was some human kindness. Treating her well had already started to make her thaw; a little more of the same, and she’d melt like butter, and he’d move in for the kill. His confidence now replenished, Jason was easily able to finish his homework. He fell asleep smiling.
CHAPTER TEN
It was finally homecoming week, and Jason couldn’t have been more thrilled, nor could anyone else. If there was ever any doubt that he lived in a football town, homecoming week removed it: most establishments hung banners heralding the big game on Friday, football players ate free of charge for the entire week at every restaurant in town, and Tallis focused on nothing but homecoming activities all week. Jason canceled both of his tutoring sessions with Sara, so he could fully participate in all the festivities.
On Monday everyone who was anyone and anyone who wanted to be someone came to Tallis wearing the school colors (blue and white). A lot of people came with their faces painted the school’s colors as well.
As part of the show-your-school-spirit design contest , each class, from freshmen to seniors, had to festoon a different section of the school, and they had permission to skip their last two periods to do so. The only requirements were no pornography or profanity, and they had to include the
“I’ll see you on Thursday, Jason.” She gestured toward the front door.
“Good night.” He gave her another sexy smile and let himself out.
Later that evening, while taking a break from doing his homework, Jason called Eric to brag about his progress with Sara.
“Guess what, bro?” Jason said, grinning from ear to ear.
“What?” asked Eric. “Chicken butt?”
“No, you fag, I got pretty far with Sara today.”
“She suck your dick?”
“No.”
“You finger her?”
“No.”
“You kiss her?”
“No.”
“Then what the fuck did you do, take her out for ice cream? I bet her fat ass loved that.” Eric snorted and laughed at his own joke.
“No, you douchebag. I got her to be nice.”
“Ooh, you got her to be nice?” Eric mocked. “That is so impressive, J. When I think about what I want to do to a girl or want her to do to me, it’s definitely being nice.”
“It’s a start, numb nuts. It’s better than anyone else has done so far,” Jason said defensively. “I also got her phone number.”
“Really? That cow-faced cunt gave you her phone number?”
“Mm-hmm.” Jason’s voice hummed with pride.
“How’d you manage to swing that?” Eric asked, suspicion in his voice.
“Well . . . she gave it to me in case I’m late to another tutoring session, but I still got it! It’s still something!” Jason yelled over a cackling Eric in an attempt to keep the victory he had just gained.
“Yeah, getting her to be nice is nice and all, I guess, and it’s cool that you got her phone number—even if it was under false pretenses—but you haven’t got her to spread her legs yet. And you won’t.”
“I will,” Jason swore, but he wasn’t as confident as he had been at the beginning of the conversation. “I’m gonna have her on all fours and begging for it in no time. In fact, let’s double the bet to four hundred.”
“Four hundred, eh?”
“Yep, four hundred. I mean, if you think you can handle it.”
“Hmm . . . I could use a new PlayStation, so okay. You got yourself a deal. I’ll tell Andy Mr. Cocky’s raised the bet to four hundred. Talk to you later, J.”
“Later.”
Jason hung up. He tried to finish his homework, so he could go to bed, but his mind kept wandering back to Sara and the bet. Why was he doubting himself? Simply because of what Eric had said? Fuck Eric! Hell, he pulled more pussy than Eric and Andy combined! The way he was approaching Sara was one hundred percent right. Being a fat chick, she was probably used to being rejected and treated like trash, and she had probably turned into an uptight, cold bitch because of it. All she needed was some human kindness. Treating her well had already started to make her thaw; a little more of the same, and she’d melt like butter, and he’d move in for the kill. His confidence now replenished, Jason was easily able to finish his homework. He fell asleep smiling.
CHAPTER TEN
It was finally homecoming week, and Jason couldn’t have been more thrilled, nor could anyone else. If there was ever any doubt that he lived in a football town, homecoming week removed it: most establishments hung banners heralding the big game on Friday, football players ate free of charge for the entire week at every restaurant in town, and Tallis focused on nothing but homecoming activities all week. Jason canceled both of his tutoring sessions with Sara, so he could fully participate in all the festivities.
On Monday everyone who was anyone and anyone who wanted to be someone came to Tallis wearing the school colors (blue and white). A lot of people came with their faces painted the school’s colors as well.
As part of the show-your-school-spirit design contest , each class, from freshmen to seniors, had to festoon a different section of the school, and they had permission to skip their last two periods to do so. The only requirements were no pornography or profanity, and they had to include the
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