Corbin

High School

Chapter 5

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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, and Troy......yummy! (yeah a girl can like Fight Club, although I 
know it's suppose to be a guy flick).

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I was in no mood to answer questions and shut off my cell phone. 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 trudged towards the front of Sharon's house (We've become very tight friends and seemed like the first 
person to turn to, besides the fight was about her!) I was actually admiring how peaceful it was outside, 
but the serene moment was totally disrupted when Sharon's front door yanked open, Sharon had this 
spastic 'Oh shit' expression on her face. 

"I just heard! Are you okay?" She was coming toward me with a nervous and concerned 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 red specks dotted my 
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! Are you sure your OK! Why is your cell phone off!" The 
questions never stopped so I tuned Sharon out as she reached around and closed the large oak door. 
"Come with me!" Sharon reassuringly gripped my wrist and led 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.
 
"Word spreads fast!" I shook my head in disbelief and even smiled.
 
"Oh yeah, I just got off the phone with Rachel, what in the hell happened!" I just kept grinning as I sat 
down next to the sink, somewhat dazzled by the lavish attention I was getting, not exactly the heaps of 
trouble I had envisioned! Leaning forward I 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 of wiping my arms and washing my fingers. "Just look at these 
fingernails!" Shaking her head in disgust "I really need to polish them." Sharon was in full pamper mode 
now. The lighthearted banter lifted my spirits a little and 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 gym 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 instant relief 
as the hot water rained down on my face, neck and back. I didn't linger but quickly soaped up and then 
made several turns in front of the spray of water to quickly rinse off. I carefully slipped my legs from 
behind the shower curtain feeling my way onto the soft bath mat, grabbing for one of the 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. 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. There was a faint 
bruising on my biceps and back, a few scratches, but nothing much more. I admit that I get off looking at 
myself in the mirror, watching my muscles tighten as I swivel my hips and shoulders.

Sharon's dark blue shorts she handed me were another problem, while they were snug fitting on Sharon, 
even with her nicely toned legs, on met hey 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 and would rather be flabby or just sickly thin, but not me! I felt 
my muscles made me look incredibly sexy. Sharon's white tank top stretched against my bare chest, and 
the noticeable way my nipples made imprints on the front of the thin cotton material was way fucking 
hot! As you folks know I am not an exhibitionist at all, but I think Erik would love to see me in this outfit 
and I now had a devilish smile on my lips.
 
I strolled out into the room Sharon just looked me over and her expression instantly dropped with a hint 
of a frown, her face even tensed a little, "What's wrong?"

"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 now 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, 
I suddenly didn't feel comfortable having Sharon's Parent's and annoying younger brother see me in this 
sexy outfit.

"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, I think. '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, "Look Sharon I'm nothing special you're the beautiful one." Did those words just 
leave my mouth? 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 total 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, "I'm sorry for being a bitch." She said softly and then pulled her hand away. She then got 
this serious look and her smile faded, "Corbin listen to me, stop downplaying your looks, you're a 
stunning girl, and I do mean disgustingly beautiful! 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, your body is perfect!" and she affectionately gripped 
my shoulders. 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 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 tee shirt, "AHH! much better!" I sighed."
