High School 05
By Corbin
How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young woman.

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I look at men and I look at women, I check out both sexes because I am 
attracted to 'people'. So what does that make me? CONFUSED!!! HAHAHAHA!! 
:) *Aghem*...well, I thought that was funny.
 
I never saw the film 'Catwoman'.  Now I don't know anything about comic books 
nor what the deal with this story is, or suppose to be about, but it looks 
retarded. This leads me to a compliant of mine, once again you have an 
actor/actress claiming they do 'a lot' of their own stunts (yeah sure, falling 
back on thick mats doesn't count honey!). Take one soon to be washed up actress, 
sex her up in a bikini/cat-costume and you have allot of stupid executives 
hoping for a big smash on their hands. However, they just don't' get it, no one 
wants to see a sexy Catwoman...people want to see a STRONG woman that can really 
kick ass! Besides, allot of these action films require no real acting depth, so 
what's with the big name Hollywood actors? Just use the stunt doubles for 
everything.
 
I'm critical of all action films, for example I enjoyed the Bourne Supremacy 
(Matt Damon has *IT* you know what I mean :), well maybe you guys don't 
understand. Great actor, great action star and Again he has *IT*. Brad Pitt had 
*IT* in Fight Club (yeah a girl can like Fight Club, although I know it's 
suppose to be a guy flick).
 
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What I couldn't know, was that while I tried to make the most of my leisurely 
drive it took only a few phone calls later for word to spread; "I had kicked 
Taylor's ass in the women's locker room." depending on what version you heard 
that is. It's seems that Janet's recollection of events had taken on a life of 
their own, giving flight to rumors and speculation.
 
Although I was on my way over to Sharon's, I was in no mood to answer questions 
over the cell phone and ultimately shut it off. I suspected she already knew by 
the number of times she tried calling me, that's how quick things can spread. In 
fact, my subconscious was already browbeating me to death, 'You dope! You 
idiot! I can't believe you got into a fight! You're in trouble now!'

I felt scared and insecure as I trudged towards the front of Sharon's house, I 
was actually admiring how peaceful it was outside, trying to take my mind off of 
how I might have just wrecked my whole life. But the serene moment was totally 
disrupted when Sharon's front door yanked open, Sharon had this spastic 'Oh 
shit' expression on her face, either because of what she had already heard or 
how I looked. I know, decked out in my running shorts, sports bra and I had some 
tell tale signs that I had been in a fight, with my hair a mess and all, well 
it's always a mess so I guess it's no big deal.
 
"Oh my god! Are you all right?!" Sharon reached out grabbing my hand. I stared 
blankly as my arm was pulled straight out before me, Sharon's blue eyes focusing 
on my knuckles and fingers. Feeling another slight tug from Sharon I allowed 
myself to be pulled across the threshold and into the house. "I just heard!" 
Sharon's voice turned soft and concerning 'Wow, Sharon really looks concerned 
for me.' I thought.
 
"Am I what?" I suddenly snapped too attention, my reaction a little delayed.
 
"Are you okay?" Sharon lowered her voice.
 
"Oh yeah, I'm fine." I said almost casually, even giving a shrug of casualness 
to the whole thing.
 
"But the blood?" Sharon leaned into my hand for closer inspection and a few 
faint droplets that speckled my left forearm.
 
"Oh, it's okay, it's not mine." I replied, "Look Sharon, I was just driving 
around and hope you don't mind."
 
"Mind!? I've been trying to call you non stop! Where have you been?" Quickly 
Sharon reached around and closed the large oak door and returned to inspecting 
my hand shaking her head in despair, "Come with me!" as she reassuringly gripped 
my wrist and lead me thru her parent's large house and up to her room upstairs, 
but I wasn't even paying much attention, I just followed along.
 
"Wait a second, you heard already?" I suddenly said, finally catching up with 
Sharon's comment, "Word spreads that fast!" I shook my head in disbelief.
 
"Oh yeah, I just got off the phone with Rachel, what in the hell happened!" 
Finally we were in Sharon's room and she closed the door, guiding me into the 
bathroom, which must have stretched out for about twenty feet in length, at 
least.
 
I just grinned as I sat down next to the sink, somewhat dazzled by the lavish 
attention. One of the things I really dug about Sharon was that the girl had 
'spunk' definitely something I didn't expect from such a high-society, primping 
Cheerleader. Leaning forward, I had folded my left arm along the edge of the 
sink to give my head a place to rest as I watched Sharon gently wash and clean 
my forearm, hand and fingers. "I am definitely getting into this pampering 
deal." I said, feeling my muscles in my neck and back slowly begin to relax for 
the first time all day.
 
"Yeah well, don't expect this treatment all the time and I don't do this for 
just anyone." Sharon smiled looking up from her diligent work. 

The lighthearted banter lifted my spirits a little, the warm touch of my left 
forearm against my cheek felt comforting, "Just so you know, because I don't 
know what you've been told, I did hit Taylor so I'm probably going to get into 
allot of trouble." I sighed as I stared blankly at the tile floor until I felt a 
little more in control of myself, specifically my emotions.
 
"Well," I sighed getting ready to stand up, "I guess I better get home and get 
all this sticky, sweaty stuff off." I was always self-conscious of making a 
nuisance of myself.
 
"No, wait. You can shower here and then you could stay for dinner! And spend the 
night even!" Sharon got a really enthusiastic look on her face, she seemed 
really proud of herself.

"I didn't bring a change of clothes." I shrugged my shoulders sure that 
was a good enough excuse to get back home. Not that I wanted to, but there was 
still some uneasiness in our friendship that I was unable to resolve, some voice 
in the back of my head that kept echoing the words of my friends, warning me to 
be weary of Sharon as a friend. But Sharon had suddenly exited the bathroom and 
started sorting thru some of her drawers pulling out some shirts and shorts. 
"That's okay! I got plenty of stuff you can wear, were about the same height, 
seriously! Take the shower and then we can hang out and stuff, it will be really 
cool. It's the weekend!"
 
I felt bad enough as it is, to totally reject Sharon's kindness might send her 
into another emotional tizzy, exhaling a deep sigh I finally looked up and 
smiled, "I'll have to call my folks and let them know." speaking in my quiet, 
shy tone and turned away closing the bathroom door behind me.
 
I felt the instant relief as the hot water rained down on my face, neck and back 
as I turned to study the display of shampoos, conditioners, and body washes 
Sharon had collected about the shelf. "This girl is unreal" muttering to 
myself, spitting out a stream of water that I had caught in my mouth from the 
overhead shower. I, like most women, liked to occasionally indulge in nice, 
expensive products for myself, but Sharon was taking this to a new art form. 
Deciding to have a little fun, I then proceeded to flip open the caps 
and sample each of them. Grabbing a small sponge off the ledge, I squirted a 
stream of blue liquid onto the pad, my rusty French did a poor job of 
deciphering what the label actually said, "But it smells damn good." I didn't 
want to waste water so I quickly went about washing my body, but I got 
distracted as I interlocked my fingers, cupping my palms against my abdominal 
muscles to catch the trail of soap and water flowing down my shoulders and 
breasts. With each hand now armed with an abundance of white soapy lather, I 
proceeded to cup each of my breasts, almost filling my hands beyond capacity. I 
was an early bloomer and was at one point worried my breasts may grow to be too 
cumbersome to fully enjoy sports. As it was, their size still required my sports 
bras to press a bit tighter then normal to keep them from moving around too 
much, a lesson I learned when I first took up jogging only to have some chaffing 
and bruising appear. Thank god for weight lifting, that alone had helped reduce 
my breasts in size, although I was still a full 'C' cup. Looking down with some 
satisfaction, I placed the palms of my hands on the outside of my breasts and 
watched the inner wet cleavage swell. Well, well, well, no surprise to see my 
nipples at full attention. 

I made several turns in front of the spray of water to quickly rinse the soap 
from my body and hair before shutting it down. Unfamiliar with the layout of the 
bathroom, I carefully slipped my legs from behind the shower curtain feeling my 
way onto the soft bath mat, grabbing for one of the 'approved' towels to dry the 
water from my body. Wrapping the towel about my midsection, I pulled another off 
the nearby shelf to vigorously dry out my hair, but stopped mid way as I catch 
sight of my waded up clothes; "Damn" Suddenly realizing that not having a change 
of clothing also meant I didn't have something else and slowly reached down, 
pulling my sweat soaked panties and bra from the pile before releasing my thump 
and index finger allowing them to drop back to the floor, "Just great".
 
"Uhm, Sharon, I have a little problem." I peaked thru the door.
 
"What? Oh, that time of the month? No biggie, there are..."
 
"No, not that, but uhm..." I look around the room as if making sure the coast 
is clear.
 
"What?" Sharon cocks her head to one side perplexed.
 
"Do you have a clean pair of underwear I could borrow?" I don't know why, but I 
could feel my face turning a little pink with embarrassment.
 
"No, all mine are dirty, in fact I don't wash any of my panties." Sharon's a-
matter-of-fact statement and serious expression caused me to stare dumbfounded.
"I'm joking!" Sharon laughed and jumped off the bed, walking over to her 
dresser. I hesitated, looking at the pink cotton underwear held out before me.
"Hey! I don't have cooties and they've been thru the wash!" Sharon looked a 
little irritated and before I could respond she spun around and headed back to 
the dresser, "Fine, don't wear any!"
 
"Okay! Alright, give them here." I sighed and snatched them from her hand. 
Sharon stopped and spun around, noticing that I was still standing with my head 
poking out of the door, "What, what's wrong now?"
 
"Maybe a bra too?" I asked in a somewhat meek manner to which Sharon smiles 
and slowly heads back over to her dresser, pulling out a bra, which was again, 
pink. (You must be kidding, talk about girly girl, feminine.) I paused and 
studied the bra and checked the size, "Never mind" I sighed and stuck my arm 
out to hand it back.
 
Sharon had just sat back down on the edge of my bed when I let out a sigh, 
"What? What's wrong now!"
 
"I'll go without" I mumbled.
 
"Why?" Sharon insisted as she stood up and walked over.
 
"Nothing"
 
"No, tell me!" Sharon demanded, looking a little irritated.
 
"A little too small." I said in the least offending tone I could.
 
"What? I beg your pardon?" Sharon leaned back and placed her hands on her 
hips thrusting her chest out.
 
"Mine are almost as big as yours, thank you very much!" Sharon sneered.
 
"Almost, is the key word Sharon, it's no big deal, it will just cause my 
breasts to bunch up a little and that's kind of uncomfortable". I watched 
Sharon's jaw flex several times as her upper and lower lips pressed together, 
moving overtop of one another as if she was smearing lipstick between her lips, 
but in a very agitated manner.
 
I smiled in a hesitant, cautious manner at Sharon's attitude and pulled away to 
shut the Door. I pulled back the loose strands of blonde hair from my face and 
unhooked the front of the towel, revealing my damp, body to the mirror. Looking 
at my reflection I started to see the payoff from working out so hard in the 
gym. Starting with my washboard abs as I put my hands on my hips, my eyes 
started to roam, looking for any residuals signs of my fight with Taylor earlier 
that day. There was a faint bruising on my biceps and back, but nothing much 
more; I admit, I get off looking at myself in the mirror, privately! Watching my 
muscles tighten and twist as I swiveled my hips and shoulders. I had totally 
forgotten about the underwear thing till I went to slip them on, 'Pink, and with 
a small heart sewn onto the front, are you kidding me!' I shook my head, 'how 
retarded' I thought as I slowly slipped my legs into them and pulled the 
waistband firmly up over the curve of my hips.

Sharon's dark blue shorts were another problem in themselves, while they were 
loose fitting on Sharon, even with her nicely toned legs, but on me it was a 
different story! They were very, very snug around my more defined thighs. It 
wasn't until I was standing there in Sharon's shorts did I truly realize how 
muscular my legs really were. 'Damn!' I thought and my eyes got big.
I even flexed my thighs and rotated my legs a little, I was really liking this!
Some women HATE muscles, not me! I wasn't self conscious at all, but impressed, 
and I must admit they made me look incredibly sexy. But nothing compared to how 
the white tank top looked on me, stretched against my bare chest, and the 
noticeable way my nipples made imprints on the front of the thin cotton 
material.
 
"Shit." I whispered to myself and hunched my shoulders forward to try and make 
the impression of my nipples disappear, but no such luck, 'Oh well, screw it, 
you're not going out anyway' I sighed.
 
I sheepishly strolled out into the room, sort of clutching my waded up clothes 
to my chest. Sharon looked me over and her expression sort of dropped, like a 
frown, her face even tensed a little. "What's wrong? Still clutching my damp gym 
clothes against my chest as I looked on with concern.
 
"Damn, you look better in my clothes then I do!" Sharon complained.
 
I raised my hand as if I was going to throw my wadded up clothes at her, "Oh, 
Shut up!" I smiled, my face turning red. The more I thought about it, the more I 
was really uncomfortable in these shorts and shirt, the shorts were ridding up 
my butt and my nipples were still at full attention, very evident I had no bra 
on.

"Hey Sharon look, do you have something bigger, like a pair of baggy sweats and 
another shirt?" I huffed, clutching my dirty clothes back up to my chest in 
modesty.

"Fine by me." She snapped and bounced off the bed, "Here are some frumpy, dumpy 
clothes for you to wear," going thru her closet, "At least now I don't have to 
look at that body of yours in MY clothes, I'm getting an inferiority complex!" 
She shoved the clothes under my chin, but her serious expression told me she was 
no longer joking.

'Wow' I thought, Sharon is definitely one of those girls that has allot of pride 
in her looks, and why not, she's gorgeous.

"Thank you," I said softly, "Sharon, I'm nothing special, you're the beautiful 
one." Did those words just leave my mouth? Okay, no big deal, I'm just trying to 
be nice. But it must have had an overpowering effect on my friend, her entire 
face went soft and she smiled her beautiful smile.

"Thanks Corbin, you're so sweet to me, even when I'm being a bitch." After I 
took the clothes out of her outstretched hand she then stroked my left cheek a 
few times tenderly and that I think caught us both off guard. She pulled her 
hand away and nervously fidgeted, then her tone got serious and her smile faded, 
Sharon then lowered her head with a serious look, "Corbin, stop downplaying your 
looks, you're a stunning girl, and I do mean disgustingly stunning! Your body 
is..." Sharon paused and even took a step back again.

"What?" I tensed up, not sure what was coming next.

Sharon shook her head back and forth, "...I don't think I've ever seen a girl in 
your kind of shape, well except maybe those fitness women in the magazines."

When I saw how serious she was, how sincere she was, I just squeaked out a weak 
"Thank you." and then my dear readers, I started to cry, "That's so nice of you 
to say." 

"Oh baby, come here." Sharon hugged me tight and stroked the back of my hair as 
I cried on her shoulder. I really had been holding allot of emotions in check 
for so long, that I just let it all out right here on the spot.

"My mom gives me so much grief over this." I quietly sobbed.

"It's okay, she's just doing what mothers do Corbin." Sharon hugged me and was 
being so wonderful and supportive, she then grabbed me by the shoulders and 
pushed me away, "Look at me." Sharon said, I just smiled a little and blinked 
away the tears. "Don't let what I'm about to say go to your head okay, but I got 
all bitchy just now because you are a beautiful girl and even intimidating to be 
around, it was just petty jealousy on my part."

I started to rebuff her compliments, as I always do, (I was so uncomfortable 
with my looks back then), but Sharon gently cupped my chin and lifted my head 
up, "Don't shake your head, it's true what I'm telling you, and you know it's 
true, your looks and your body are not some curse Corbin."

What could I say in the face of such kind supportive words! My smile flashed 
brighter then I could ever recall! I leaned in and hugged Sharon, even kissing 
her on the cheek! "Thank you!"

"Now get your ass changed! I can't tolerate the site of you in my clothes 
another second!" Sharon said and we both laughed, she gave me a firm swat on the 
ass as I practically leapt back into the bathroom.

I reappeared in a pair of baggy gray sweats, and loose fitting night shirt, 
"AHH, much better I sighed."

"Come on, I want you to meet I mom!" Sharon said proudly and took me by the 
hand. Sharon's mom was already in the kitchen, laying her highly polished 
expensive briefcase on the large kitchen table that made up the breakfast area. 
Sorting thru several pieces of mail she looked up and saw us both enter the 
kitchen.
 
"Mom, I want you to meet Corbin, she's my new best friend." Sharon smiled and 
draped her arm over my shoulder, leaning into me slightly she then paused and 
looked to my left, "Make that my best friend." Sharon reiterated. I just lowered 
my head with a smile as I felt the red of embarrassment warm my cheeks.
 
"Who's your friend?" I heard a guy's voice call out from behind us. This was my 
first introduction to Sharon's younger brother Billy, a nice kid that had a 
crush on me from the moment we were first introduced, like some damn wide-eyed 
puppy dog, just great. 

Yeah kid, nice to meet'cha, now go fetch a stick! And leave me alone!


  
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