Corbin

High School

Chapter 1

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I am NOT a writer...I am winging it here folks, so as far as grammar, spelling and such, I just do the best 
that I can.
 
I am not an outwardly jovial or an excitable person, I do not bounce for joy and get all 'giddy' over things 
that excite me (unlike some of my other annoying girlfriends). If people are really interested in this story 
then you might as well forget about instant gratification. Anyway that was fair warning, so if my pace 
doesn't suite you, then give up now and go back to your other superficial-instant-gratification-fast food-
drive-thru life indulgences. 
 
All sounds rather self-important doesn't it? Well tough shit, deal with it.

Now, having said all that, I went thru a drastic personality change when I was about 9 or 10, which 
concerned my parents. My mom worried at great length that I might be suppressing some emotional 
issues beyond the normal angst of youth. Angst? HA! I suppose I was rebellious, still am mind you, but I 
have maintained my dignity, integrity and self-respect all along the way. 

Being rebellious does NOT mean you just throw yourself into any given situation with reckless abandon. I 
rebel quietly, I started to dress and act different, actually all I was doing was dressing 'down', trying to 
retain my tomboyish ways, but I like to keep my hair long, I never like my hair short! It was just the way 
my body was developing, Mother-Nature was not cooperating with me. So I turned to clothing, which can 
offer a wonderful way to disguise your body as it changes (grows). I wasn't ashamed of being a girl, I love 
being a girl and having a great body, but I didn't want to deal with the way guys were starting to look at 
me differently; hitting on me, liking me, *staring* at me.

'Come on, I'm your buddy, let's go climb a tree, ride bikes, play some sports!' That was my attitude for 
years even all thru High School.

But as I indicated, I grew taller and filled out, then boys acted awkward, gone was the laid back attitude 
of being friends, now they started 'acting'; shy, or cool, or just plain strange.

"What are you doing?" I said and pushed one guy down when we were standing in my back yard one day 
after school.

"I wanted to kiss you." He said with a shocked expression on his face as he looked up at me, still sitting on 
his butt, "Don't make that face don't be mad!" 

'Don't make that face' I swear, if I never had to hear that again for the rest of my life! I have this habit of 
making a real sour-scrunched expression whenever something grosses me out. No you goofs, kissing did 
not gross me out, but the thought of some guy just walking up and kissing on me without my permission 
does gross me out.

So I always insisted in buying clothes at least one size too big, I wanted to have the baggy jeans like the 
boys and the big tee shirts, none of that wearing the waist line, below the hips, butt hugging pants 
bullshit...

I became quiet...brooding and my smile faded as I struggled with girlfriends who loved to dress in the 
latest fashion trends while I simply looked like a fashion 'wreck'. I have to speak my mind here and say I 
am thoroughly disgusted by what I see going on around me...I see these beanpole women on television 
ads for TV-shows that are suppose to be strong, athletic women yet they look so anemic and scrawny I 
doubt they could kick down a cardboard door. And don't forget, TV/Pictures/Film will add weight to you, 
so can you imagine how scrawny these people must really be! I can! And it's pathetic!

I think I am just 'old' at heart and maybe too serious for my years, it seems to take me forever to 
rent/watch a movie as I am so damn picky about what I am willing to watch...essentially I am giving up 
two hours of my life for a movie so it better be damn good.
 
TV Sitcoms - I don't watch them, boring and designed for the simple minded people of our time, I may 
pause as I flip channels but that is about it.
 
So called 'Realty' Shows - Oh please, nothing real about any of them, it's just another distraction from real 
life...taking time away from your life...and my life.
 
Sports - I don't sit around and watch sports I need to participate in sports not be a spectator. I am after all 
extremely athletic and refuse to waist time rotting away on some couch.
 
My dad, well...thank god for dad, he really supported me thru all of my sports and I think he was so 
proud to have such strong girl. I was kind of the best of both worlds, interested in playing sports while I 
could get dressed up (WHEN I HAD TO) and be his 'little girl'. Which brings a smile to my face as I say 
the word 'little', I stand a hair over 5' 11", which is a curse...I don't like being the center of attention as I 
am going about my daily business...but when your tall, blonde (yes I'm blonde, it was bound to come up 
so let's get it over with) and athletic, you WILL attract attention, I mean what the fuck? Am I some kind 
of tourist attraction?


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Then there was my friend Sharon, she was unfortunately a Cheerleader in high school and College, why 
do I say 'unfortunately'? Well because she was not just *A* Cheerleader, but *THE* epitome of that 
pretty, perky, go team GO! BULLSHIT Cheerleader type, she really believed that her cheers helped win 
games which helped contribute to her becoming the Team Captain her Senior year. 

I on the other hand was the exact opposite, at Pep-Rallies I just sat there and glared and those annoying 
cheers...they grated on my nerves...and she was so damn irritatingly...well...Cheerful! All the fucking time! 
And those stupid cheer uniforms at our school were a bit too revealing for my taste, yet it seemed to fit 
right in with Sharon's attitude because she loved showing off her body, those uniforms gave away amble 
amounts skin along her neck, back, shoulders, and of course her legs. 

SOMEONE GAG ME NOW AS I TYPE THIS!!
 
Damn those memories of those stupid, seductive poses and flirtatious hair flips she used to do (still does 
do). At least she wasn't blonde! Our reputations take a big enough hit as it is. 

Moving right along to social activities...

I rarely dated because: 
a.) I was stuck in my tom-boy phase for years. 
b.) Sports demanded allot of time........and..... 
c.) When not playing sports, I spent every spare minute studying, training, or sleeping. 

But the above logic usually doesn't filter down very well, the usual thinking by everyone is that I was a 
snob and/or stuck up. Oh yeah? So what! I could give a crap! Go mind your own damn business! But girls 
never mind their own business. Prime example, when friends like Sharon were not primping themselves 
they loved to help primp each other, thus I had a major bulls-eye on my back as every girl wanted ME to 
become their pet project; 'Corbin your gorgeous! Please come over to my house so we can do a little 
make-over!' They would say this all-the-freaking time to me HA! I think not! Now get the hell away from 
me! Then I had a lot of people telling me the exact opposite, that I should never 'primp' or wear makeup, 
'You look perfect just going 'natural''. 

Yeah well, call it whatever you want I just don't like wearing makeup or jewelry, mainly because it gets in 
the way of my sports, lifting weights, and study time. It's odd how life will twist and turn things around, 
because my athletic, studious, and quiet attitude set me apart (secretly I liked that I think). So get this, 
guys actually started to worship the ground I walked on! As some untouchable jock girl that made great 
grades and was the good-girl. But I NEVER set out to be 'looked up to' as a role model.

Oh and how can I leave out this little gem of information, there were the other girl's in our schools, 
mostly sluts, who would say to me "We need to get you laid!" Why? So my reputation (like theirs) can 
have the word 'whore' attached to it as well? NO Thank you! 

So as you can see the social structure within our School...and pretty much the community we lived in was 
fairly complex. But I think my High School was similar to how most schools operated academically and 
socially, well except for the fact it was kind of small and a Private School, those two factors meant that 
the slightest bit of gossip could spread in minutes and depending on who you talked to, each 'click' had 
its own interpretation of who held the top rung of the social ladder. 

Back to dating for a moment, the guys in High School were shifting into sex overdrive, so hanging out 
and expecting a relaxing moment or two was not to be found. I have strict parents by the way, who would 
not let me invite a guy over unless they were home and I would not go over a guy's house if his parents 
were NOT home. I did not sneak around these rules by the way, because (A) I respected my parents, and 
(B) I did not want to have to clobber some guy for putting the moves on me. Even the most mature guys 
in my School seemed to lack the smooth moves you see in the movies, or older men seem to have, most 
guys just appear so desperate and clinging, clawing and grabbing. A major turn off to me, it was shocking 
that so many girls I knew put up with such cheap-lame come-on lines and attitudes from these chumps! 

So if you were a guy, how would you get close to me?  Well, a select few were cut a break (isn't that 
benevolent of me?). Just be polite, respectful and obeyed my directions when around me! (And good-
looking, yes I can be very superficial in many ways). See, those rules were not too tough huh? But that 
didn't stop them from trying something; Steve, Mike, Curtis, Jeff...to name a few, childhood friends 
mostly, were now showing up or inviting themselves over, trying to sit next to me on the couch, 
waaayyyyyy too close. I'm looking down like 'my personal space is being invaded here', but I am not 
totally clueless, the light bulb went off when their arm would relax on the back of the sofa to try and pull 
me closer. Some tried a little intro line like, 'Wow, your getting really buff Corbin.' THEN they move in 
for the kiss, or stuff like, 'You're the most beautiful girl in school.' (I literally snorted and laughed out 
loud when I heard that the first time, hurt the guys feelings a little, but oh well). 

'WHOOOAAAAA! Stop right there! You need to Park it!' I would just lean away, and then pushed them 
away, 'No kissing.' Besides my parents are right upstairs in the kitchen!

I slammed the brakes on ALL of that!

Guys will try to 'get it on' anywhere and anyplace, even with my parents upstairs. For me that was very-
VERY uncomfortable and rude! So I tried to steer clear of as many pitfalls as possible, be a good, hard 
working girl/student and good things will happen! Right?

Not always, those backstabbing, jealous bitches in my school cranked up the rumor mill on me. That I 
was a lesbian! I got a phone call one night from a friend on the gymnastics team asking me if it was true, I 
tried not to flip out, that was the first time I remember my temper ever surfacing. I paced my room 
wanting to cry and go into a fit of rage all at the same time, how humiliating. Those girls were clever, and 
I suppose to some it made sense; I was girl, a jock and RARELY dated, and did not have a boyfriend. 
Heck, now that I thought about it, I couldn't ever remember having a boyfriend prior to my Senior year in 
High School! 

So like with everything I do, I sat down at my desk in my room and made a list of guys that I think I 
might like, but I was soon running out of options. My list of pros and cons was not weighing in favor of 
any guys at my school, this was very worrisome, is my grading scale on dating too severe? 

I ONLY HAVE UNTIL TOMORROW MORNING TO WORK THIS PROBLEM OUT!!
(well you big dummy) my subconscious said, (This is not a math problem that you can solve). But I 
wanted to be able to have an answer ready for in the morning, because I knew I was going to get slammed 
by the 'lesbian' rumors, those clever bitches, they always flood the communication channels with gossip 
at the end of the day, allowing it to cook over night so everyone is worked up into a feeding frenzy by the 
next morning.

10:00PM !!!! AHHHH!!!!! I only have hours left now!!!

"Corbin time for bed!" My mom called from down the hallway.

Time for bed? Ha! I'm packing my bags and moving to the mountains to be come a happy hermit! I'm 
doomed and went to bed depressed, confused as to why I could not find a suitable boyfriend, never mind 
the fact that I was just assuming that once I made my mind up, the chosen guy, would just fall all over 
himself to agree with my selection. Oh well, I knew plenty of girls at my school who played sports that 
were openly gay, so what's the big deal! THE BIG DEAL! I'LL TELL YOU THE BIG DEAL IS! I'M NOT 
GAY! I LIKE GUYS!

The next day was not that bad really, yes there were friends that came up to me and inquired as to what 
all the talk about. To make matters worse we had a gymnastic meet with a nearby High School that 
afternoon, so I had to get into my 'game mode'. I was, still am, a decent gymnasts and the fact I was really 
lifting weights now meant I started to look very defined, which in turn meant I cut a killer figure in my 
leotard, especially with my full C cup boobs! (Freaking-fracking pain! Nah not really! I have a great pair of 
breasts and they can be a blessing, and a curse, I just usually bitch about them during sports.) So now the 
attention from guys was going thru the roof, seemed I had developed quite a following of fans; 'Check her 
out! There she is!' (Yeah you read that right, 'There she is' from people I have no clue who they are! What 
retards! Very creepy!) I just had to tune that nonsense out, as I slipped off my warm up pants and jacket. I 
never paid much attention to guys when at any sporting event, I had to stay focused and I think that 
contributed to how people perceived me as being aloof and stuck up. I never made eye contact with 
anyone outside of my team, I was determined to stay focused! Mainly out of fear of breaking my darn 
neck you dopes!

"11:00!" Stacy says from my right as I tape up my wrist, "He's checking you out! Oh he is hot!"

"Huh?" I say in my somewhat typical, clueless, lethargic manner, as usual I am not in the mood for any 
distractions. "What?" I say, 'cause I see like a whole bunch of guys staring in our direction, 'so what!' I 
think, and some of them are taking pictures now too! WHAT THE HECK!! I didn't give anyone 
permission to take my picture! (Oh well, big deal, I really don't care, I just have flashes of anger when I 
catch some guy taking my picture at a gymnastics meet. I'm sure when I do a full split my hairdo is the 
primary focus of attention, sure, uh-huh.)

Stacy was about to clarify whom she was talking about, but then bingo! I see him! He's standing near the 
opposing team, across the gym floor, and he's looking right at me! He does a quick smile and then looks 
away, I get a little flutter in my stomach and my insides feel warm for a second. Hot damn, now this is 
what I am talking about! This is the kind of reaction I have been waiting for! He is gorgeous! 

"Damn Corbin!" Stacy leans in to whisper in my ear.

Amazing how life spins you around, the day starts out crappy and ends with me feeling on top of the 
world! 

His name is Erik and we would start dating soon after that first moment of eye-contact. He tracked me 
down after the meet, before I got on the bus to head home, he asked for my phone number/e-mail and I 
gave it too him. He seemed nice, humble, and shy and did I mention gorgeous! It was hilarious all the 
girl's had their faces plastered to the bus windows as we talked. That was all it took to rectify all the 
gossip, word spread about Eric thru my school. The fact that he went to another High School only fueled 
the mystery and intrigue, it also pissed off allot of guys at my school, that I had gone 'outside our school' 
to date someone, as if no one at my school was good enough!

It wasn't always smooth sailing, especially in the beginning; Eric immediately broke up with his current 
girlfriend to start dating me. This stuff happens, and while I would rather not be caught up in having 
some girl get her heart broken, I am also not going to sit on the sidelines forever!


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So, how did I meet Sharon?

Well fortunately there are people in my School that enjoy drama and I am glad to let them steal the 
spotlight whenever they choose to. The general consensus was that the Cheerleaders were the snobbiest, 
socialite bitches to ever grace the halls of this school and the girl's Softball Team were among their 
biggest critics. In fact, a verbal war had been waged between the two factions for the past couple of years, 
fortunately 'verbal threats' was the extent of it.
 
It was a hot, humid day...I remember that clearly because all the gym doors to the outside were open and 
several big fans were setup to keep the air circulating. That particular day I was practicing my floor 
routine, I was in the middle of working on a sissone when I heard that annoying squeaking sound that 
sneakers make when one is walking across a freshly polished basketball court. Which is what our gym is, 
one giant basketball court...amongst other uses. Anyway, I give a casual glance over and here comes her 
highness Sharon, nose in the clouds, but now she's giving me the once over and I'm just standing there in 
my gymnastics leotard staring at her like some retard or something. I am also pretty sure that she was 
trying to make her stupid shoes squeak as loud as possible just to disturb me, 'cause that is what those 
bitches like to do, annoy people' I thought.
 
Oh and I love this part, she gives me her famous diva sneer and glances away, 'Like what the hell was 
that?' I think, and then she sticks her nose in the air as though every breath she inhaled was full of 
superiority.

Now I'm angry-and-pumped-up! Because while Sharon is athletic, she has nothing on me in the physical 
department and she can't touch me with some of the moves I can perform on the floor. So I go back to 
concentrating and I can just feel those eyes of hers looking back at me now...judging me...as I perform 
'Back-in, Full-out' (look it up folks, not easy to do) and I land perfect with a smile on my face cause I 
know she couldn't touch that! HA! One up on Sharon.
  
Why did I never apply for Cheerleading? I was encouraged to, but in this town, who your parents know 
and how popular you were played a big factor. Sharon's father is a big-wig executive within one of the 
largest Corporations in the Country, there was little she didn't receive when she asked for it. But even 
once you made the team, you had to know how to 'kiss ass' and that I cannot tolerate, nor perform very 
well...has something to do with self-respect and dignity, I like those two qualities and think I do a good 
job of hanging onto them :)
 
I wasn't totally surprised by Sharon's staring, I was starting to get some rather harsh 'evaluations' from 
many girls on the Cheer Squad, it seems that my stellar grades, athletic prowess, good-looks and 'very 
hot' boyfriend was churning that up the green monster of envy/jealousy. 

"Just who does she think she is!" Girls would say about me as if I had masterminded the entire thing! 
Problem was, everyone that really-REALLY knew me, defended me and said I was just shy and quiet! And 
that I had strict parents (which is true). 

I guess there will always be people who are looking to tear you down no matter how hard you try to do 
the right things in life and keep to yourself.

Sharon had now disappeared into the locker room, (another annoying fact! The Cheerleaders had 
finagled their way to obtaining a whole row of lockers side by side, and they were the best lockers in the 
girl's room. This was another stunt that really ticked off allot of other girls in the school.) I recall a few 
times that I walked into the locker room and would observe Sharon meticulously laying out her clothes, 
taking her own sweet time, and taking up as much room as she damn well pleased. This often pushed the 
envelope on a few confrontations in our school, and that is exactly how Sharon and I met, when things 
almost came to blows...you'll see...
