Our MC is just starting out in life, but thus far, is unimpressed. He's still in high school and having trouble finding himself in a world where everyone around him feels like they have it all together. This leaves him confused more often than not, at the interactions and motivations involving other people. Things will heat up bit by bit along the way. All characters mentioned are over the age of eighteen. This is a work of fiction.
The next few weeks passed by quickly as my tattoo healed and I learned about club life. Rhett took me under his wing as the president to get me up to speed.
For the most part I was the gopher for all of the active members, and though I wasn't the only prospect, I was definitely the youngest. I got to know a bunch of the members as well as some of the tag alongs, a term given to anyone that wasn't 'family' or member, mostly women.
Rhett cautioned me that my activities may impact my schoolwork so I had to be extra focused in class. "We've got plenty of non-grads and dropouts. This worlds full of 'em, but you're not dumb Kid. You and I both know that you won't get anywhere in life without that diploma. I want the club thriving for years to come. Can't do that with a bunch of dumb folk."
He actually had a lot of good advice on a wide variety of topics and took to dishing out that advice, wanted or not. Like, "Your friend Brett ain't your friend. Less he got in good to try and share the girl with you, don't look like it though." And, "Well if you focused at school and on your assignments then you wouldn't be grounded so much Kid. Seriously, your Dad's just trying to do right by you. I raised a few of my own, you need to cut him some slack."
My social life at school morphed to revolve around two main people, Matt, and Heather Sinclaire. Matt was floored when I showed him the tattoo. "Dude! That's so badass. A fucking dragon?!" I made him swear not to tell anyone. "You know this makes you one of the coolest people I know right?"
Heather Sinclaire was kind enough to distract me from the whole Brett/Bianca thing. Which also seemed to make Bianca's looks towards me more confused than flirty. Heather and I would laugh and joke with everyone, and pretty much disappear whenever they were around. She kept me occupied, although nothing like that day in detention had happened again yet. We were friendly, but subconsciously and by unspoken mutual agreement, avoiding too much physical contact.
Things looked like they were finally happening for me, and I felt like I was coming into my own for once. I didn't talk about the club at school, nor did I mention it to my dad. And though Rhett liked hearing about the other parts of my life, most of the others didn't. Pinky in particular would don a high voice and mimic me whenever I said something about it around him. Bruce, the guy I fought with, he kept smacking me hard between the shoulders and telling me I needed to fuck this person and that person.
I just laughed it off, hoping beyond hope that nobody realized I was a virgin. I didn't want to add any more shit to the crap they were throwing my way as it was.
As I was buffing the chrome on some of the guys Harleys, I saw a lime green mustang pull into the lot. I was chuckling to myself thinking how odd the color was for that car when I saw a pair of high heels step out. What followed was probably one of the hottest girls I had ever seen. She had long tan legs, bare, that met beneath a black mini skirt. Her midriff exposed a sparkly belly button ring before coming to a red halter top that gave glimpses of a lacy black bra underneath. She had long blonde hair that fell to rest at her shoulder blades and though I didn't see her face, I knew she had to be beautiful.
