1996
Autumn
Nebraska
Please note all characters are 18 years or older.
This story takes place after CHARLES IN CHARGE CH. 08.
"Yo!" Lance said to Tad, "why you being a bitch?"
"I'm not..." Tad replied glumly.
Tad sat in auditorium classroom feeling moody, it had been over a week and he was still sporting a faded black eye Charlotte had given him when she sucker punched him.
"Yes you are!" Lance pressed. "You need to get laid!"
"Hmmm..." Tad said mulling it over. "Maybe you're right."
At six foot three Tad had it all, muscles, babed and abs. He had the ability to catch a football and knock down anyone who got in his way. Getting chicks was easy for him.
He cast his look about the classroom for easy prey.
"Hi!" Waved Felicia behind him.
"You wish gyspy bitch!" He whispered to the tanned coloured woman.
She frown at him as her eyes looked him up and down. Worried he checked to make sure he still had his Seamaster 300 on his wrist, then his wallet. Satisfied he turned back to try and pay attention in class.
"If you turn to page..." the teacher said.
Tad decided to buckle down and forget getting laid, girls were too much trouble!
"Ah!!!" He cried out as he opened his text book, there were two polaroid pictures that he didn't put there, they scared the crap out of him!
Felicia giggled, the teacher droned on.
"What's up?" Lance said, "you want me to lend you Brit?"
"As if I want your leftovers!" Tad joked trying to feign normalcy, inside he was panicking!
Cracking his book open slightly he looked again, then slammed it shut.
"Where you going?" Lance asked a disappearing Tad.
In the hallway the giant athlete made his way towards the bathroom, his heart was racing!
'I got to see this shit with no one around!' He thought to himself as he moved quickly.
He passed by Charlotte, the petite dark haired girl who punched him out. She didn't even look at him as she walked by, it was as if she had never met him.
"Ugh!" He said popping the collars on his double golf shirts.
Entering the bathroom he saw someone washing their hands.
"Get out loser," he barked.
"Huh?" Replied the oblivious student.
"You heard me, get going!" He said trying not to yell. "Don't you have some sloppy seconds to eat Conner?"
Conner blushed then left quickly. If he said anything Tad missed it, he locked the door then checked the stalls.
"Fuck!" He said opening the book by the sink.
The two photos were of two men giving head to each other, one skinny blonde the other a muscular brunette. One was Jeremy the other himself!
"Fuck, fuck!" He swore, "That fucking homo!"
At the bottom of the photo was written: 'come see me with cash or ass!'
"That bitch!" The large man yelled filled with anger!
Opening the bathroom door he marched towards Jeremy's house.
"Where the fuck are you faggot!" He said walking into Jeremy's place.
"Don't yell, I'm right here." Jeremy said turning off his TV.
Tad stood there huffing, too mad to speak.
"Found the photographs?" Jeremy said smiling.
"Yeah!" Spat out Tad. "When did you put those in my book?"
Jeremy laughed deeply, then started crying due to the hilarity of what Tad said.
"Come on dork." Tad said trying to get an answer.
"The night of the party!" Jeremy said gasping for air.
Tad could hold his anger no longer, he started laughing too.
"Go get a beer." Jeremy said with confidence.
Tad went to the kitchen whilst Jeremy closed all the curtains.
"So you went all this time without looking at your books?" Jeremy asked ready to laugh again.
Tad chugged the beer, burped then nodded, he went and got a second.
"I'm a visual learner," he said, "books just mess that shit up."
"Go easy, those are Canadian beers." Jeremy warned Tad as he belched a second beer away.
"I gotta decide what to do with you." Tad threatened.
"Same options as before," Jeremy said. "Cash or ass."
