All characters appearing in this story are of legal age.
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I'd lost my best friend due to the scheming of two girls who'd formerly hated my guts, formerly despised me and were once legitimately disgusted by me. Well that was all in the past now as I'd been snatched from the sidewalk during a fight by Tiffany St. Claire and ended banging her and Kelsey Taylor well into the night until my body couldn't take it anymore and slipped into unconsciousness. Unknown to me the girls had decided to eliminate a rival by sending her video from my phone of Kelsey blowing me. Agnes was understandably pissed off and upset cutting all ties with me.
"You know you could have called." My uncle had waited up for me as I came in and he looked like he'd been drinking. I immediately felt even worse when I realized that he hadn't seen me in over twenty-four hours.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to stay out like this; everything happened in a blur and I'm really sorry."
"You know if I pulled a stunt like what you did back in the day, my dad would have tanned my hide real good with his razor strap. But I love you boy and I just want you to act like a responsible adult; do you realize how worried you had me?" I could hear the emotion behind his words and my heart pounded in my chest when I weighed all that he probably went through worrying about me. He'd taken me in after my parents had died when none of my other relatives wanted me.
"What can I do to make this right?"
"Don't worry about it kid; just wake me up in an hour so I can go to work." I felt even worse knowing that he'd have to go a whole shift on little sleep. I noticed the bottle of Gin on the coffee table was half full.
"You know the doctor told you to cut down on the drinking. It's not good for you uncle."
"I'd have drunk the whole thing if I hadn't known you were coming home; lucky Agnes called or you'd be visiting your uncle in the E.R." My heart jumped a beat when he mentioned her name and I was hopeful that I'd be able to patch things up with my best friend. I helped him to the bed and he was snoring loudly in seconds. I put the bottle in the kitchen and washed the few remaining dished in the sink. I usually did most of the housework feeling that it was fair trade for having a roof over my head. I found my room pretty much as I'd left it down to my clothes strewn across the hard wood floor and I checked on the other beneficiary of Androstenone-X: Lester the mouse. I found all of the female mice pressed together around his cage in a furry corona sleeping snuggly and he was none the worse for wear squeaking up at me when I looked into his cage.
"You don't know how good you've got it little buddy." I removed the vial of Androstenone-X from the small fridge I kept in my bedroom and weighed it in the palm of my hand as the golden hue illuminated my face.
The next day after I'd been dropped off at school I went looking for Agnes and found her in the cafeteria sitting with her lab partner, some guy whose name escaped me at that moment. She looked over in my direction pushing her oversized glasses up on her nose and visibly panicking as I approached the table. She awkwardly got up grabbing her books and stumbled off in the other direction. I found myself staring into the face of her lab partner and the palm of his hand against my chest.
"Poindexter right?"
"Yeah what's it to you uh-?"
"Brian; my name is Brian Lewis for your information and I don't think Agnes really wants to see you anymore." The aggressive tone in his voice told me that he was spoiling for some sort of confrontation and I didn't particularly object either. I'd never had a fight in my life other than the previous day when I'd been sucker punched by Tad Remington but here was this guy standing in my way all of a sudden acting like he was Agnes Newton's best friend or something else...something more.
"Look I know you mean well but I've known her a lot longer than you have buddy."
"The name's Brian Lewis and I think you should leave her alone Poindexter Snodgrass." The way he emphasized my last name had me instinctively clenching my fist.
"Why should I care what you think "Brian Lewis" huh?"
"Because I saw that disgusting video you texted to her yesterday and you're one sick puppy; now if you'll excuse me I have things to do. Have to say it wasn't nice meeting you at all Poindexter." He snatched up his books and walked off in the same direction as Agnes. I watched him go noticing the two trays at the table where they'd been sitting realizing they'd been having breakfast together.
"Who the fuck does this guy think he is anyway?"
"Dex?" I turned to find Tiffany standing behind me with a nervous, pensive look on her face. She was wearing this sleeveless turtleneck dress which struck me kind of weird and some expensive looking shades. She didn't seem to want to meet my gaze and looked down at her own animal print wedges.
"What do you want?" It was as civil as I intended to get with the shapely redhead considering what she'd done along with Kelsey.
"You don't have to be so mean Dex; I uh-I just wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday." The way she stood before me with her arms cradling her bosom indicated that she was uncomfortable and nervous.
"Don't you think it's a little too late for that; Agnes won't even speak to me after you two sent her that video from my phone." I watched her green eyes widen at the realization of what I was talking about and she chuckled.
"OOOOH, you're talking about that; I was talking about how I fucked up trying to do anal with you! I felt really awful about teasing you and not finishing what I started Dexter...but I-I'm ready to try it again if we can keep that bitch Kelsey out of it." I face palmed annoyed at the fact that she thought my friendship with Agnes was trivial enough to just laugh off.
"Look Tiffany; I don't have time for this shit right now. I have to get to class alright?"
"Well maybe I could uhm; like go with you-to your class if you don't mind?" She was twirling a lock of her red hair waiting for an answer. I just turned and started walking away without a word to a girl most guys would have given their right testicle to share air space with.
"DEXTER!!"
"What is it now?" I wanted to find my best friend and tell her everything; make her understand that things really were beyond my control yesterday. Agnes and I had always talked of going to the same college together and continuing our scientific association well into adulthood. I'd never thought of her in romantic terms...well, that wasn't true one bit. I remembered studying in my room with her and how we'd ended up awkwardly making out before she'd panicked and run from my home. I didn't know what to make of it then and hadn't bothered to really follow up with her once we renewed our platonic friendship. I guess I was so happy to have my friend back at that time that I hadn't bothered to see if there was the possibility for more between us.
"DEXTER!!" I returned from my distant pass to see Tiffany holding something in her hand which was outstretched in my general direction.
"You dropped this and I found it right here on the floor." It was a driver's license, but it wasn't mine. It belonged to Brian Lewis my newly minted nemesis. I probably should have tossed it in the nearest garbage can but for some reason I pocketed his identification. Tiffany walked alongside me chattering constantly about how we were good friends and constantly hinting that she wanted me to visit her house again after school. There was absolutely no chance of that happening; I only wanted to make things right with Agnes. My troubles were only made two fold when I reached science class and Kelsey Taylor sitting at the lab desk we shared with the skimpiest top I'd ever seen her in since we started high school. She looked over at me and quickly averted her gaze back towards the front of the classroom. I also noticed Agnes glaring at me while Brian Lewis stared at her face. He followed her gaze to my face and turned in his chair to obscure my view of Agnes by opening a text book and apparently asking her something. She shot him a warm smile and he turned in his chair partially obscuring my view of her.
"They make a nice couple." Tiffany whispered into my ear and earning my immediate disdain as I noticed Kelsey's eyes were on me. I still couldn't help but notice the extremely generous cleavage nearly spilling from her top and most of the male contingent of the class as well.
"Don't get mad Dex, besides it was all Kelsey's idea anyway." I ignored her and slowly walked to my seat as Mr. Finkle entered the class. Kelsey scooted closer to me as I sat down and I made it obvious I didn't want to be near her by moving my chair into the aisle while Mr. Finkle did a double take at Kelsey's generous front porch. I looked back towards Agnes' desk finding that Brian had made a fort with his class book to continue denying me visual access to my best friend.
"Hey I want to talk to you after class." Kelsey whispered getting no response from me. She followed my gaze back towards Agnes.
"Why don't you forget about her; I'll be your friend now." I glared at her remaining silent noticing that her face glistened a little from sweat. Kelsey looked a little flushed and her chest seemed to be heaving.
"I'm sorry about everything; maybe you could give me a chance-a chance to prove how sorry I am baby. Everything is on the table-Dex? Just like uhm, tell me you accept my apology." She sounded desperate and her hands were digging into her crotch. She looked just so slightly like a drug addict and was probably feeling the effects of my condition. My curiosity was peaked but I didn't want anything to do with her. Whatever she was feeling her actions were her own and she made a decision to come between Agnes and me.
"Fuck Off." I whispered venomously watching her face crack with emotion. She hunched over in her seat looking down at her open notebook. Tears started staining the paper and I noticed that her hands never left her crotch. After that I made a concerted effort to look straight ahead as class continued on even when she got up and stormed out of the classroom slamming the door behind her. Mr. Finkle asked me to stay behind after class as everybody droned out thirty minutes later. I noticed Agnes holding Brian's hand and he looked like he was walking on fucking sunshine.
