All characters are 18 in any depicted sex scene
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This is my first, and hopefully not my last, erotic fiction. I'd like as much constructive cristism as possible, please. I originally planned to have two parts to this chapter, so if it seems short, that's why.
Enjoy!
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February, 2006
Andrew was at the edge of his bed, his arms resting on his legs as he stared into the carpet. His long brown hair was pulled back, ridden with nervous sweat.
A knock came onto the doorframe behind him. "And?" Someone asked.
That someone was a well built pitcher for the local high school's baseball team, James King. He wasn't a jerk like a few of his contemporaries, he was actually very shy and relied on his friends to hook him up with girls.
"Andrew?" James asked as he walked over to sit next to his friend, whom didn't even acknowledge he was there.
A silence carried out for a few minutes longer.
"He's dead." Andrew whispered quietly, almost under his breathe.
"Just six weeks ago we were watching the Raiders at San Fransisco," Andrew said, his eyes starting to bleed water. Two days after that, Pete Lattimer was diagnosed with stage four cancer of the pancreas. "They gave him three weeks."
James gave a tight smile, and for the first time since they heard the news that their best friend died, he shed a tear, "He said he wouldn't go down until the Superbowl."
Andrew was unmoving, his eyes starting to dry a bit. A different kind of sadness loomed over him. A harder sadness, one that penetrated more than his surface feelings.
Nothing more was said for the next twenty minutes. Both of them stared at the carpet, before James glanced at the clock, and promptly walked off, leaving Andrew in silence.
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ONE YEAR LATER
Ami and Regina walked down the hallway, babbling away about the school gossip, rumors, and general trash talk. The two fairly attractive seniors didn't even stop to look at most of anyone, fairly self-absorbed, until Ami set her eyes on Andrew Parkers as he walked by.
"He's changed, hasn't he?" Regina commented once he was out of earshot.
Ami rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time at the cliché, "Do you have some 'rouge fantasy' about him? Seriously, ever since he became a loner you just won't stop talking about him."
Regina instantly became defensive, but honest when she said, "No, but it's not that he isn't cute."
He was handsome, Ami had to admit. He towered over most at six foot, a clean and pleasant face, long stylish brown hair, and a slender muscular frame that he acquired through years of basketball and running. But Ami was annoyed mostly because she felt like he left her and most of his other friends a year ago.
"So? He abandoned us when Pete died last year, and I'm fine with him right where he is. We all liked Pete, but we didn't break up. He could stay alone and not bother us." Ami spoke hotly. Her and Andrew were just friends, true, but she had many "just friends" with other guys. All they cared about was getting into her pants, like most guys that laid eyes on her.
At 5' 5", she was head cheerleader, her latina skin complementing her gorgeous face, oversized breasts, and alluring ass.
But when Andrew shunned everyone, mostly her, she lost a dear friend and confidant. Andrew was a real friend, not trying to have sex with her but actually liked her, which was worth more than any of her other male "friends" had to offer. And from the day to day social war that waged on, maybe even the only friend that she truly trusted, even more than Regina.
"Acutally, he isn't a exactly a loner. I've seen him with Eyan a few times." Regina replied, oblivious to her friend's anger. Eyan was the school's biggest nerd, and the only person whom Andrew hung out with in the wake of his best friend's death. The two only started hanging out late last year, maybe because Andrew didn't want to have to deal with the pressure of being one of those "popular" kids.
It made Ami even more mad that he abandoned her and not Eyan, but she still didn't know why. Was she really jealous of Eyan, not mad at him?
"Good for him. He can stay with those dweebs and get knocked down." Ami replied, then before Regina said anything else, she started talking about cheer camp to change the subject, and the other cheerleader happily started babbling about it.
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Andrew closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the gym. Many times he would play basketball with his friends here in the past. He would play with Pete and James, mostly, maybe with a few basketball friends when they were off-season. Not only because of Pete, but because he abanonded those same friends, and Andrew was increasingly feeling like a jerk for doing it. Or maybe because he just missed them.
Now he was dressed for second roll for Phys Ed, his regular clothes on. He dressed in jeans, skater shoes, and a black shirt complemented his look. Nothing fancy, enough for him to fade away like he wants to.
A girl walked up to him and sat down next to him. She was Kate Rogers, one of the mid-popular girls, despite her large personality and good looks she never became very popular.
Once Andrew opened his eyes, be found quite a view waiting for him. She was wearing ass hugging jeans, showing off her long legs and bubbly ass, with a tight fitting shirt that somehow held up her heavy DD rack. Her face was great, too, full, red lips that matched her blonde hair made her the wet dream of many a man. She'd have every man clawing at her if she wasn't rumored to be lesbian. No guy wanted to face the humiliation of being turned down if they could help it.
"Hey, And." Kate greeted, "You feeling okay?"
"Yeah, I guess." Andrew mumbled, and gave a small smile. Lately he hasn't been so depressed, and he was finally reconnecting with his old friends, especially James. Andrew was amazed that after almost a year, he was ready to take him back like nothing happened. That made him feel even more guilty.
"How're you doing?" He asked.
She shrugged, "I'm doing good. You've seen the new Ben Stiller movie?"
"No, I don't believe I have. Why?"
"I got an extra ticket for tonight's showing, since Sheri cancelled. You wanna come?" She asked hopefully.
"Uhhh." For the last few months, Andrew has barely spoken to a girl. He forgot all the smooth talk and lessons Pete taught him so long ago. He couldn't even say "yes" properly. "S-sure."
"Okay, my car's busted, though. Can you pick me up?"
"Yeah, when should I pick you up?"
"Six, the show doesn't start until six-thirty."
The bell rang, and the two walked out together as the teacher checked off their names on the roster to make sure no one skipped out. As they filed out if the gym and the two of them separated, Andrew said, "See you tonight!"
Kate called out as she turned around and walked backwards slowly, "It's a date!"
Andrew skipped in mid-step, and nearly fell flat on his face as he bumped into a familiar friend. All he could think of is how it happened: Kate made it obvious to many people she was lesbian; she checked out girls and openly dated a few last year. Why did she call it a date, then? Andrew thought they were going as "just friends".
He didn't even notice when Ami turned the corner and bumped into him. Andrew did see her, but frantically picked up the books she was carrying, "I'm so sorry, my fault..."
He then looked up to see Ami stand up in front of him, her head tilted at an angle, as if she was intensely observing something. She was thinking if she should shake him off, or actually talk to him.
"It's alright, Andrew." She snapped out of it, retrieving her books from his outstretched arms. The two looked at each other for a few seconds.
Andrew had a brief and casual thought, If I'm patching it up with everyone else, why not Ami?
He took a deep breathe, hoping she didn't notice his nervousness, and asked her, "Um, Ami, want to hang out sometime?"
Wow, that was lame, he thought.
Ami, however, smiled hopefully.
"Sure, I'm free tonight, how about then?"
"I'm seeing someone, how about Friday?"
Ami nearly erupted. She was half mad, half hopeful. He was seeing someone?! How dare he!
Why did she have a problem with that, though? Was it jealousy, or was it annoyance that he waited so long to talk to her again?
She kept telling herself it was the latter.
"Sure, I'm free after cheer on Friday. Four-thirty?"
Andrew gave her a grin, one that was so rare nowadays she thought his cheeks would crack. "Four-thirty it is."
"Yo, Andrew!" James called against the oncoming crowd. Andrew nodded over to him.
"Gotta go." Andrew said, turning and walking over to James.
"See you Friday!" Ami called over the crowd, and Andrew returned it with a friendly wave of his hand as he and James navigated the hallways.
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The ride over to the movies was fairly uneventful. The two 18 year-olds made some small talk about the movie, school, and music. Andrew was a very musical person, his love for guitar and guitar music overshadowing his basketball drive, when he used to play. He was surprised that the two of them had that in common.
But no matter what they talked about, Andrew's eyes regularly wandered to the cleavage that Kate's V-neck showed. He was very much a "breast man", but always tried not to stare. But Kate must've been wearing a push-up bra, because they were practically spilling out of her top. He kept telling himself it was his imagination, and that even when her hand occasionally hit his thigh they were just "accidents".
