Hello everyone, I am currently working on a series. But I decided to take a break from that. This is a slow burn, so if you're looking for something quick this isn't for you. This is based on true events, but a little fabricated as well. As always everyone in this story engaging in sexual acts are 18 years of age or older. Happy reading!!
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You know that kid at school that everyone loves, but you hate? Well I was the hater in this situation. His name was Gage Bryant, and I'd definitely say he was a real piece of work. He thought he was God's gift to the world. But, I for damn sure knew he was the exact opposite.
When we were younger, he'd been a really nice kid to me. I was the girl that no one really talked to. I was about thirty pounds over weight, and in the fourth grade I was in a bike accident that cost me my front tooth. Since my parents weren't the richest, we couldn't afford to get me a new tooth that was screwed in, so unfortunately I was stuck with a flipper. A flipper is a tooth that you put in as well as take out. Pretty much like denchers, except it was one tooth instead of all of them.
Well that one bike accident ruined social life for me almost completely. When I went back to school a few weeks before my flipper came in, everyone stared at my mouth. They all laughed and pointed until the teacher told them to stop. But that wasn't enough to stop them. One day on my way home from school, I heard some footsteps behind me as I walked. I looked over my shoulder and it was the biggest group of girls and guys I'd ever seen. My instincts took over and I began to run.
"Who you running from little pig, we aren't the tooth fairy. We aint gonna take your teeth," they laughed. I continued to run until I hit something. I looked up and it was Gage. We lived right around the corner from one another so we typically walked the same route home. "Hey Sophie, what are you running from," he asked curiously. I looked over my shoulder and he just nodded in recognition. The gang of big kids were closing in on me, I felt like I was about to pass out. "Who the hell are yall trying to scare," Gage asked.
Now two things happened, one I was shocked that Gage used that kind of language. I know it was just "hell" but at the time, my parents would of killed me if I'd even uttered the word. And two the biggest guy in the group Anthony swung and hit Gage right in the stomach. I was petrified. "Stop it I yelled," but that just cued the girls to come for me. I really can't quite describe these girls; I guess you'd say if there were a chick named Helga in a movie, they'd be that chick. I looked over at Gage to see that he was upright. And he was given Anthony some terrifying blows. As I was looking I felt a smack come right across my face. I turned to see the Helga chicks both aiming for me at the same time. Right when I thought it was over for me, I heard a deep voice yell," Everyone stop right now."
We all backed away from each other. Both of the girls glared at me as they moved a few feet away. And Gage released his death grip on Anthony's neck. "What's going on here," the man said. My heart was pounding I'd never been in trouble before. "These group of bullies here were ganging up on Sophie." Gage said. Since I seemingly couldn't speak.
"Is that true," the mystery man said. I took that moment to look as his features. He was tall with gray hair and a big rounded belly. He looked like the cops on TV who eat hella donuts. "No its not sir. She hit my sisters, and I defended them from her. And that's when this idiot came along." The older guy gave him a look to let him know he crossed the line. To make a long story short, we were taken to the school, where our parents came to get us.
I explained my story, and since I was known as a good kid, of course they knew I was telling the truth. Gage gained even more popularity for being the hero. And I gained sympathetic looks from everyone. They all looked at me like I had some kind of defect.
The next day Gage came up to me as I was eating my lunch alone as usual. "Hey, you mind if I sit here." Of course I said sure, he was gorgeous after all. I'd always had a damn crush on him. He had nice long blonde hair that was usually in a ponytail. A white smile with dimples to die for, and the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. My heart stopped as I looked at them. "So Sophie, you wanna share my fruit roll up," I was so happy I smiled. Something I hadn't done since before the accident, as well as something I regretted doing immediately. Gage stopped smiling and immediately looked at my teeth.
My heart began to pound in my chest. I didn't want him to stare at me like I was a freak. I thought he was different. "Hey Gage you really gonna sit with that freak," The schools most popular girl Sasha chimed in. His face went red like he didn't know what he wanted to do. My eyes pleaded with him to stay. If he left me I'd be the damn laughing stock of elementary school. He sat there a few more seconds. Then everybody started singing a chant that Sasha made up. "Greg and tooth sitting in a tree. . ." And that's when he left the table, and I ended up with the inevitable nickname "tooth."
It was our senior year in High school and I still hated him. He was a coward then, and still a coward now. I did my daily morning routine, and was just out the door when I remembered I didn't use any mouthwash. I darted to my room, and swished it around my mouth. I smiled at myself in the mirror after spitting it out. It was still weird to me, the fact that I had a tooth that would stay in. My church's charity paid for me to have the surgery my parents couldn't afford. Now I had a natural looking tooth that blended in perfectly with the others.
I checked my appearance one more time, and I figured I looked pretty ok. Or as ok as a girl like me could look to my small town. I wasn't your typical black chick. I had stretched ears, three tattoos, and naturally curly hair that flowed midway down my back. I'd say I was pretty hot, but to most of the guys and girls at school I as weird.
I loved myself. After years of listening to all the bullshit of the outside world, I told myself I was beautiful and anyone who didn't think so could fuck off. I was tired of berating myself for things I couldn't, wouldn't, and shouldn't change.
Once I parked my little busted up 2002 red Pontiac in the senior parking lot, I gained a headache just thinking about how today would probably end. I had senioritis in the worse kind of way. Don't get me wrong I was an above average student, but my patience for school was definitely getting a little thin.
"Hey Sophie, you feel like going to the rinks with me today," my friend Dave asked. Hockey was a big part of our little community, and Dave never let me forget it. Although trust me I've tried, considering that Gage is the captain of the hockey team. "I cant today, I have that English paper I have to write. It's due tomorrow." Ok I lied. But I was sick of sitting in the damn rinks watching guys slug each other with sticks. Because that's pretty much what our school did. "Alright, we can go tomorrow then," he said as he walked away. I inwardly groaned the boy did not let up.
You'd think Dave was actually on the team. Trust me he tried it, but it didn't work out in his favor. Dave was a pretty scrawny pale guy. He wore black eyeliner, mascara, and even sometimes went to the extent of black eye shadow. Although people had suspicions of him being gay, he'd always say he wasn't. And I knew for a fact he wasn't, he had girls for days. He just so happen to never let go of the emo scene he'd often say. And I didn't blame him; I hadn't let go of whatever my "scene" was either. And I didn't plan on it.
Once I'd finally rid myself of Dave, I went to first period. Which hands down was one of the worst. It was one of the three classes I shared with Gage. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the fact that half of the cheer leading team and his hockey jock squad was in there as well. "Well well well, if it isn't the tooth fairy," one of his ignorant buddies said. Their whole little group snickered at that played out fucking joke. Everyone except Gage, what a shock.
"I'd say I was the tooth fairy, but then what would we call the hockey puck that knocked your teeth out last week." He blushed at that. Lucky for him they were able to put his original teeth back in before the nerves in them died. "Shut up dodger," Gage said. I arched an eyebrow. So he was speaking up for me now?
"I don't need your help Gage. Once a coward always a coward so let me handle this on my own." His eyes flashed with anger at my remark. "Still mad about fourth grade I see. And here I was thinking that we'd moved past that," he spat out. Sasha laughed, but immediately stopped once Gage looked at her. I don't know what it is about him that causes everyone to follow his commands, but whatever it was wouldn't work on me.
"I'm not mad sweetie, you taught me the biggest lesson of all. Some people just can't do well under pressure." I finished with a smirk. Right before he could retort, our teacher came in the room, and announced the bell work.
