(It has been a while since I wrote this series. I didn't continue the series because of different reasons. There was someone who was curious about what happened next. So, I am going to try to pick up from where I left off.)
Gerald was having a difficult morning. On one hand, he had a pretty sweet deal with Megan's proposal. Megan had proven that she was willing to do whatever to please him in exchange for helping her with Trig. The downside was she had his scrapbook. That scrapbook was collateral with every woman who tried to use him for help with their schoolwork. It was an equalizer to keep him from being demolished by jealous boyfriends or whatever. The fact that she had it in her possession could ruin everything.
At the same time, the way she yelled at her boyfriend that morning followed by that blowjob didn't escape his notice. He didn't need her in that vein because he had his science teacher to remedy his sexual urges. However, that woman was limited to blowjobs. He had never had the opportunity to do anything more with her just because she had enough sense to push back at the thought of it. Plus, Megan gave him her virgin ass, which was a first for him also.
As he thought about the different women in his scrapbook, he tried to compare what happened with them versus what happened with Megan. It was at this point when he heard a familiar voice.
"What did you do to Megan?"
He looked from his locker and saw her best friend looking back at him. Stacy was one of his conquests. He remembered her kryptonite was Chemistry. As he was ready to respond, she spoke again.
"Answer me, Dumbass. What did you do to Megan?"
"I did what I was asked to do. I tutored her in Trig so she could pass her test tomorrow so she could stay on the squad. Why does it matter? It doesn't concern you."
He was ready to close the locker when she looked at him. It was a look of concern and hurt more than defiance.
"Please don't do to her what you did to me."
He looked at her and for the first time allowed his personality to drop.
"Why? I haven't revealed anything to anyone else about what happened just like I promised."
"Does she know about the scrapbook?"
He paused.
"She saw it last night."
He could see the panic in her eyes.
"She's using it to ensure I help her with her test. That's all."
"Does she know..."
"She does. I think that's one reason she kept it when I left it at her house."
Stacy looked at him. Her look started to soften a bit.
"I kept Seth busy last night. He doesn't know that you were helping her with Trig."
"They argued over the phone this morning."
"How do you know that?"
"I went over to her house to get my scrapbook. Instead, I ended up driving her to school this morning."
Stacy's look went a bit more cautiously.
"I haven't seen either of them this morning yet. Tell you what. As a favor, I will find out what's going on and report to you."
'Why would you? I used you."
"No, we used each other," she said with a saucy smile on her face. "If it wasn't for the fact that I've been doing better in my Calculus class, you may have had more opportunities. The thing is I did better because you taught me more stuff. A quick pop shot on my tits was worth it. I even appreciate that you still have the evidence. The least I can do is make sure you're safe."
She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
