Chapter #5At school by: Unknown You wander through the halls of Manning High with your lunchbox in hand, navigating the corridors as you proceeded towards the cafeteria. The sun rays shine through the large glass windows as you pass the bustling crowd, who were all hurrying to sit down and fill their stomachs with either home-made or bought lunches. Nothing could ruin your day...
"Sup, dude!" You hear from behind, causing you to groan. You fervently pray to God that it isn't your arch-nemesis and bully Jacob Stiles. Turning around, you discover that - unfortunately - it was.
"Come on, man..." You softly say as you look upon the towering figure of the teen in front of you. Shaven scalp; rippling, muscular arms and legs, and square jaw were his defining features, and he was at least a head taller than you. You shake your lunchbox. "I don't have any lunch money to give you."
He sucks in his teeth. "Looks like it's bathroom time for you."
You wince. Being more of an "old-school bully", Jake liked to met out punishments for you in cases of insubordination, which could range from telling him to fuck off to simply being caught when he was in a bad mood. The swirlies that he dished out were painful to say the least, but the most humiliating was when he pantsed and took photos of you, taunting and threatening to reveal the existence of your "tiny dick" to the entire world. Which shattered your confidence, to the least -- considering that he was right about your penis size.
"...Is what I would've usually said." He continued, cracking his knuckles a bit -- one of his usual scare tactics. "But I think I'll let you off if you do me one, small favor."
"A... favor?" You couldn't believe your ears. "Big Dick" Jake is letting you off?
"Yeah. You know my homies, right?"
Of course you do. It was the troupe that Jake typically hanged out with, consisting of the "cool guys" within the school, ranging from football players to ordinary jocks. Your brother Donnie is also a member of it.
You nod.
"Well, those pricks began talking about their girlfriends and shit. Awkward conversation for me since I'm too cool for that stuff, you know, but then they began talking shit about me! How I don't have a girl and I'm a loser 'cause of that and all that shit..." He cracks his knuckles once more, obviously pissed about that stuff. "So, you know, I ain't taking any of that shit so I told them to fuck off - that I got this girlfriend with big boobs and shit. And ya know what they did?"
Laughed at you.
"They fucking laughed at me! Telling me I'm a liar and all that shit. Told me to bring my 'girlfriend' in if that's the case. Problem is, there ain't a girl 'round here that has some nice, big titties."
That isn't taken by one of the other guys. You add mentally. "So... you want to find you a girlfriend?" You ask, unsure why he came to you for this. Considering you weren't exactly a master at finding one yourself. The exact number being at zero.
"Nah, I want you to be my girlfriend," Jake says, causing to choke.
"M... me?" You squeak out in disbelief. "I mean, that's kinda gay, man."
"No, no!" He instantly objects, "What I mean is -- you know how a clinic has opened up near here? Well, I've been thinking of us going there and, you know..." He gestures to his chest, bouncing his hands up and down as if there is something there.
"I dunno..."
"Come on, dude!" At this point, it's almost as if he's begging you. "I promise to stop taking your lunch money. And just being an overall prick to you. I'll even introduce you the cool guy group! Just do me this favor, man."
He leaned it to your ear, before adding another thing in a whisper. "And remember. Shrimp. Dick."
You shudder. Spending some time as a girl isn't something you're too keen on doing, but... then again, there are some positive aspects to this.
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