Note from Slick: A lot of you enjoyed the "TOMBOY" series and have asked for me to write another story that included sports and some romance. This story starts slow so if you are looking for instant sex go elsewhere. All rights reserved.
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The school bus was about five minutes early and had just pulled up to the bus stop when Emily Miller exited her modest mobile home located about half-way down Jacob hollow. "Wait! Wait!" she screamed as she held the four books in her arms while running full speed down the dirt road. Today was the big math final that she had to take in order to have a high enough grade score average to get into Black Mountain State. "WAIT!"
Only the dust cloud and exhaust smell from the tailpipe remained behind the bus when Emily finally made it to the bus stop. She knew the next bus stop was almost a half a mile down the road next to her uncle's house. With grit and determination she took off running knowing that she could run the distance in about four minutes.
"There she comes," Maggie Miller yelled when she saw her first cousin running after the bus.
"Should we tell the bus driver?" Paul Miller asked her sister.
"Na, I'll bet you a buck she won't make it," Margie said holding up a dollar bill.
"I'll take that bet," Jimmy Davis yelled. Kids were now pushing down the aisle watching Emily gaining ground.
Suddenly the bus started slowing down way before the next stop.
"What are you doing!" Maggie yelled towards the bus driver.
"There's a dog in the road," Rufus shouted.
"WELL RUN OVER IT!" Maggie cried out.
Emily saw the bus stopping and turned on her afterburners. "SHU DOG!"
Rufus opened the door and Emily dashed up the steps to a standing applause.
"Give me my dollar!" Jimmy said as he jerked it from Maggie's hand.
"Hey that's my lunch money!" Maggie jumped over two seats not caring that her short skirt rode high over her basic white panties.
Around the curves and up and down the slopes the bus made its weekday trip to the city about seven miles from Jacob Creek. At the top of the large hill sat the high priced estates that looked down upon Glendale. The Jacob Creek kids stared at the manicured lawn daydreaming that it was their house and the sporty red convertible sitting in the driveway belonged to them.
Emily saw the familiar stop sign and knew the bus would be very shortly passing his house. She pushed over one of the younger kids to stare at the front door hoping Brandon would be leaving just at that moment.
"Why do you torture yourself?" Maggie said from across the aisle. "Hillers don't go out with Creekers."
Although Emily and Maggie were first cousins they might as well had been sisters. They spent most of their evenings and weekends together since........well....since they could remember.
"Hush, there he is," Emily said as her eyes lit up and a huge smile formed across her lips.
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"Don't worry I'll pick up the dry cleaning!" Brandon yelled as he grabbed his car keys and headed out the door. He glanced quickly at the large yellow school bus driving by and saw her face again. He tried to remember her name but it escaped him. He knew she was a creeker and had her in a few of his classes the past few years at Glendale High but until the past month didn't know she existed. It was almost a month ago when he and his football buddies sat in the bleachers watching the girls taking gym class.
"Look Coach James is setting them up for a race," Bud Young laughed. "This ought to be funny."
Brandon saw his girlfriend Missy waving up at him but he quickly looked the other way. His parents had set them up a year ago because her father was the mayor and it would possibly help his father's construction company if he went out with their daughter.
"Do you think Missy will blow them away?" Bud asked his friend. "I know I can't catch her in a foot race."
Brandon looked down the line of girls and saw one of them looking up towards them. She smiled and blushed when they made eye contact. "I'll take the third girl from the left," he said.
"GO!" Coach James yelled. Suddenly twelve girls took off around the quarter mile track stretching around the football field. Missy quickly took the lead and was about four body lengths ahead of the others when she looked up at Brandon and waved.
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Emily was blocked in by two girls, which squeezed towards the inside track. She looked up ahead and saw Missy Johnson's dark brown ponytail flapping as she built a sizeable lead. She knew Missy was going out with her heartthrob and even though she didn't have a chance with him she wasn't going to let a Hiller beat her in a race.
"Look's like your girl is lagging behind," Bud laughed as he slapped Brandon on his back.
"There's still a half to go," he said jokingly. Even he had trouble beating Missy.
"Look she's dropping out," Bud laughed when he saw Emily suddenly stop to let the crowd go by. "I guess you picked the wrong girl."
*****
Emily couldn't go forward or to the right and the left was not an option so she did the only thing she could do to get free. She glanced behind her and saw a space and suddenly stopped and watch as the group of girl's raced by.
"Now we got a fair race," she thought as she smiled and took off around the outside of the crowd. Running on the outside track increased the distance but it didn't bother Emily any.
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Bud had lost interest in the race and had turned around facing the other way when Brandon whispered, "You want to bet any money on Missy?"
"Sure, Ten bucks," Bud said smiling thinking his pal had gone wacko.
"Deal," Brandon smiled as all the guys turned to see Emily flying around the bunch.
"Damn!" Bud exclaimed as he watched the short hair blonde gain ground on Missy who had not looked back for sometime. "RUN MISSY RUN!"
Missy smiled up at the guys again and heard Bud yelled something. She just smiled and saw him pointing behind her. She was smiling when she turned to see one of the Creeker girls only two paces behind. The smile turned to panic as she looked for Coach James who was a quarter the way around. No one had ever beaten her in a race since the third grade and she was the one offered a scholarship for track. Her chin rose upward as she pumped her arms to get more speed. Normally she paced herself in a quarter mile race but the footsteps behind her were getting louder and louder.
The cheerleaders stopped practicing as did the band. The whispers turned into loud words as the whole stadium was watching the two girls approach the finish line.
Sweat poured from Missy's face as her breathing labored. Her mouth was gapped wide for oxygen. Just a bit more she thought. "I'm going to win again," was her thought when out of the corner of her eye she saw some movement. Her legs were like rubber when the other girl's body blew by her. At the finish line Coach James pushed the button on his stopwatch as Emily ran by. Missy made it to the coach and grabbed her knees in exhaustion.
"YES!" Brandon yelled. "Ten bucks pal."
The crowd of girls made it to the finish line and watched as Emily Miller made another lap. She didn't even look winded.
"A victory lap," Maggie whispered and giggled to the other Creekers. When Emily made it back to the bunch the Creeker girls were waiting and cheering.
Emily looked for Missy but the girl had already left the field.
"Emily right?" Coach James asked as he walked over to her.
"Yes sir," she said politely.
"Where have you been for the past three years?"
"Here sir."
