Murphy groans as he reaches over with his hand to switch the alarm clock off. He might like going to school but hates waking up so early for that. It is really necessary though. There is simply no other choice for him. The school is a bit far from his house and he has to leave early if he wants to get there in time. He quickly gets into the shower stall and showers as quickly as he could. Then Murphy brushes his teeth. The boy also looks for something to wear to school while he does so. Despite being able to afford it, he isn't picky about what he wears.
Once done, he quickly puts his clothes on. Then he checks to see if he's packed everything properly. Satisfied that he has, he goes into the living room where his parents are waiting for him. His dad is sitting at the table while his mom is in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. Like usual, Murphy's father is reading the morning newspaper. Murphy believes he's got his nerdy side from his dad but the truth is he would have ended up as a dork on his own anyway. His dad also being one is merely a coincidence and not a cause or anything like that.
"Hey, honey," his mom says to him as she places a plate of waffles down at the table. "How's school lately? Did you make any new friends?" He sighs to himself. Not this conversation again! "I know that transferring schools in your senior year can be very rough but you can still try to find someone to hang out with. No need to be alone all the time, you know? Just think about it." It is one of the very rare occasions when Murphy thinks that his mom is boring. Extremely rare. Most of the time she is charismatic and interesting to talk to, especially when she is bragging about how she bagged his dad.
"Mom, thank you for worrying about me, but I'm fine. You have nothing to worry about," Murphy tells her. "I can be on my own. I don't need friends or anything like that." He then starts to eat the waffles, not wanting to talk to her about his high school life anymore. He loves her but can't stand it when she tells him he needs to get out there and meet some new people and make some friends, when he would rather be reading something at home, in his warm little bedroom. That's just who he is.
His father then says "I think your mom is right on this though," making his eyes go wide in surprise. Murphy can't believe his dad would say that he needs to get out more. The middle aged man is as much of an introvert as he is and he too didn't have any friends back in high school. "I missed a lot of chances to make friends when I was your age. Don't make the same mistakes as I did. It would be good for you to have some friends you can still hang out with after it is all over."
Murphy sighs. "Thanks, but it won't be good for me, because I like it better when I'm alone," he tells both of them. "I don't need other people in my life. I just want to read and do my homework and watch TV. That's all. Having some friends is only going to be a waste of my time. A girlfriend is a completely different subject though. That I won't mind having one, but it would be a long time before I can get any." And then he is back to eating the waffles again. He is eating quickly now, wanting to get to school ahead of time.
"Every introvert says then before they meet someone," his mother says. "Take your dad, for example. He was a total geek just like you. I mean, he still is a geek, but you get my point." His father flushes slightly and Murphy snickers. "I dropped several hints but he didn't think that a cheerleader like me could want him and failed to pick them up. That's why I ended up slipping a drug into his orange juice and taking him to the closet where I deflowered him. It was the perfect first date," she says to her son with a smile, recalling that wonderful, distant memory.
Sometimes Murphy would let himself wonder if his mom is a little insane or something to brag about raping his dad but he never asked her that. "That does sound very romantic," the sardonic boy says with a roll of his eyes. "But I'm not going to drug anyone like you drugged dad though. The idea of it just doesn't appeal to me." He then quickly eats the rest of his waffles and waits for his mom and dad to do the same, so that he could wash the dishes before his mom drives him to school. She always takes him there on her way to work.
"Just remember what I said. Try not to be alone all of the time," she says to him as he leaves the car and walks up to the school building. Murphy has told her countless times that he would try his best, and always did. It just never worked. A few girls thought he is cute but don't want to have any meaningful, long term relationship with him. He is just a loser they want to fuck once and then throw away, like a used Kleenex. That's what they said to him. Murphy wants to save himself for someone who sees him as more than that.
He gets to the library and sits down by himself. There, he pulls an old novel out from his backpack and then starts to read. It is a very interesting one, one that he's reread several times already. Murphy just can't stop coming back to it. He peruses through the pages and hums to himself, feeling content with the peace and quiet of the library. He's only been here a week but it is already his favorite place in the school and the second place doesn't even come close in his mind. Not by a long shot. There is nowhere else he would rather spend time before classes start.
Suddenly, someone else sits down on the chair opposite him. "Hey, cutie," the person says, making him look up in surprise. No girl has ever called him a cutie before. Even the very few ones who wanted to just hook up made it clear that he is below them. He is even more surprised to see how beautiful the girl who just called him cute is. She is a very pretty black haired girl named Rachel. Rachel is on the track and field team, and the school's second fastest female sprinter, with a personal record of 13.94 seconds for the 100m sprint.
"H H Hi!" he stammers out, still feeling shaken by the beautiful girl who is now coyly batting her eyelashes at him. He couldn't believe this. Murphy has been objectified before a few times but this is the first time someone has ever looked at him this way. "Your name is Rachel, right?" She nods. "I'm Murphy. I just transferred here last week, so I haven't gotten to talk with a lot of people yet. Would you mind showing me around?" Murphy curses his trembling voice for making him sound like an idiot in front of the raven haired beauty.
Rachel giggles. "You don't need to try to flirt with me. I'll do all the flirting" she tells him boldly, and he flushes. "I'll also treat you to dinner tonight, so just call your parents and tell them that you have a date with one of the most popular girls in school." Murphy is shocked by how bold she is but also can't help feeling a little turned on. He has always secretly desired a dominant girl to tell him what to do. The way she just told him he is going on a date with her instead of asking is just so hot.
He quickly yanks his phone out of his pocket and calls his mom to tell her a girl just asked him out. Murphy only has to wait a few seconds before she excitedly tells him to say yes. The boy then switches his phone off and shyly tells Rachel "I'll go on the date with you." He then glances aside and rubs the back of his neck, trying to hide his blushing face from her. His cheeks are burning up, as red as a tomato now. He really can't hide it when he is feeling shy or embarrassed, and he knows it.
"Baby, I wasn't asking," Rachel says. "My best friend's father is a mob boss. I'd have gotten her to help me force you to go out with me if you said no." She then leans over and kisses him on the cheek before leaving the table. Murphy just sits there, stunned at what just happened to him. This is crazy. He has never experienced anything like this at his old school. A part of him is slightly alarmed at how casually she said she could force him to be with her, but then he dismisses it, thinking she is joking.
During the homeroom class, he tries to focus on reading but couldn't stop his mind from drifting to Rachel and her smile. Her eyes mesmerized him and seemed to captivate his soul. Murphy realizes with a start that he has never been affected in this way by any girl before. It's why he is still a virgin. That and the fact that no other girl had ever expressed genuine interest in him. They all either saw him as a geek, the sort of guy you're just friends with, or a guy to have a one night stand with. No one ever asked, or rather, told him to go on a date with her.
At the end of the day, Rachel leads him to the parking lot, where her Porsche is waiting. He gasps, making her smirk as she opens the door for him. Then she gets behind the steering wheel and tells him to buckle up, before driving off to a little restaurant not too far away. All the way there she charms Murphy with various anecdotes and begins to win him over with her magnetic smile. He is dazzled by her soothing, honey like voice and finds himself unable to look away. It also helps her that she is wearing a tight T-shirt that shows off her toned arms.
"I lift weights a lot," she says to him and flexes her arm, showing off her firm muscles. He blushes, even more smitten now when she gives him a very roguish smirk. She knows exactly how to charm him and is switching her cool charisma up to the maximum. It is the first date that Murphy has ever been on in his entire life and he finds that it is far less scary than he thought it would be. All he has to do is stay calm, listen to her talk and tell her about himself. "What do you like doing in your spare time?" Rachel asks him, interested.
"I like reading science fiction novels a lot," he tells her, hoping she wouldn't think he's a dork. He is relieved when she just smiles. "I also go for walks too when I have time and want some fresh air, but mostly I prefer staying indoors. But now I think I'll start going to your track practice and to watch you race. I've been told you are the best sprinter here. Really can't wait to see how fast you can go." At this she starts chuckling and he frowns. "What is it? Did I say something wrong?" Murphy asks her.
