“He attacked you?” asked an incredulous Nova. “He seriously attacked you?”
I lay back on my bed. “He didn’t like hit me or anything. But he came on pretty strong and quick. I wasn’t expecting it.”
“And you didn’t slap the crap out of him?” demanded Nova.
I rolled over on my bed and crossed my legs in the air. “He came on too fast. I didn’t know what to do.”
Sounding a bit angry, Nova almost shouted, “Girl! That’s when you slap the shit out of him! Let him know he has limits! He just can’t do what he wants.”
I frowned at the phone. “Hey. I’m still new at this. I don’t have all the years of experience dealing with guys that you do.”
“Ronnie you better learn quick or you’re going to find your panties down around your ankles. At that point, it’s almost too late!” Nova growled.
“That’s not going to happen.” I said getting pissed.
Taking a breath, Nova said, “You’re darned right that’s not going to happen. You told him to get lost, right?”
“Ummm. I ah… I have a date with him tonight.”
“Ronnie!” shouted Nova. “Are you insane? No, no. Bad idea. Ronnie, he’s going to hurt you.”
I laughed. “No he’s not! He got a little carried away last night is all.”
Nova was silent for a few moments. Finally she said, “It doesn’t seem I can talk you out of this. Looks like you’re just going to have to find out on your own. Ronnie. I want you to promise me one thing. I’m serious here. If he hurts you. If you feel scared or uncomfortable. Call me. Call Jeff. Hell, call Tank. We’ll come for you. Promise me, Ronnie.”
I sighed and took a deep breath. “I promise. If I feel I’m in any danger, I’ll call. I really don’t think I’ll be in any real danger. Bobby is a free spirit and honestly, I like that.”
“Girl I’m serious,” said Nova seriously. “I don’t want to see you come to school on Monday with a black eye or a broken arm or something.”
I giggled and said, “I promise! But nothing is going to happen.”
Sounding exasperated, Nova said, “Stop being so damned naïve! You’re far too trusting. Don’t forget what his ultimate plan is for you.”
Laughing I said, “That’s next week. I won’t be going to the dance with him. I don’t plan to go to the dance at all.”
Nova asked, “You sure about that? I’m worried if you’ll still have your panties on at the end of the night.”
Feeling a bit pissed, I said, “Nova, I do have some self control. And I really don’t think Bobby is as bad you try to paint him.”
Nova sighed. “I honestly don’t understand why you like him. It takes more than just being cute to make a good boyfriend. But hey. I need to go. Just please be careful.”
“I will. I promise,” I said sincerely. We both disconnected.
“You’re not leaving this house dressed like that young lady! March right back in your room and change!” Mom sounded angry.
I looked down and exclaimed, “What’s wrong with how I’m dressed?” I was wearing one of Janet’s micro-mini skirts. I thought I looked really cute in it.
Sounding more pissed, Mom pointed at me and said, “Ronnie! I can see your panties!” She then pointed towards my room. “I said march!”
Whining, I said, “But Bobby likes…”
Shaking her head, Mom interrupted, “Oh, I know what boys like. Go change. And not another word or you’re grounded.” From her expression, I could tell she meant it.
I pouted at her. “Okay. I’ll go change.” I really liked the way my legs looked in the ultra short skirt and my strappy high heeled sandals. But this wasn’t going to pass muster with Mom. I turned and went back into my room.
I quickly went through my closet. I decided to keep the tank top I was wearing even though I don’t have any tits. I found another one of Janet’s skirts and pulled it out and held it in front of me. It’s short, but not obscenely so. It was black in color and had a snug fit. I stood in front of my mirror and I didn’t see my panties.
I leaned close to the mirror to check my make-up. I went a bit bolder with my eye make-up than I have been for school or even as a cheerleader when I’d go a bit heavier on the liner. I wanted to punch it up a bit but make sure I didn’t enter clown territory. I re-did my nails in a deep purple. I grinned at my reflection. Being a girl is a lot more trouble, but it’s also a lot more fun. I chuckled thinking how I had spent all this effort on my look while Bobby probably just picked a shirt off the floor and sniffed it to see if it was still okay.
I took a deep breath and turned to walk into the living room to face my worst critic. My Mom.
I strutted into the living room on my heels and struck a pose. “How’s this, Mom? Is this okay?”
Mom got up from the couch where she was watching TV. She walked in a circle around me frowning and shaking her head. “That’s still shorter than I’d like, but it’s not obscene yet. I’m not sure what happened to my son, but my new daughter is certainly gorgeous.”
“Thanks, Mom!” I said as I hugged her.
Mom stepped back and looked me up and down. “Now Ronnie, you need to understand that you must follow the same rules on dating that Janet did. Being a boy underneath doesn’t change anything. I’ll let your date know this as well, but I fully expect you to be home no later than eleven-thirty. I need to meet this boy before you leave. So stay in your room a few minutes after he arrives so I can interrog… I mean chat with him first. I need to know where you’re going. I’ve set your phone to share your location with my phone to keep you honest. And most important, if you start to feel uncomfortable, leave. Go to where there are other people and call me.”
I sighed. “I promise Mom. Everyone seems to think I’m going to get into trouble. I’m just expecting to have fun, get a free dinner and movie.”
Mom shrugged. “You gotta be ready for anything. Especially dressed like that.”
I rolled my eyes. “Mom! I’ll be fine. Really.”
The doorbell rang.
I was suddenly nervous. “Oh God he’s here!”
Mom said calmly, “Go to your room and give me about ten minutes.”
I ran to my room…well run as well as I could in heels and closed the door. I put my ear against the door to listen.
Through the door, I heard Mom open the front door. “Hello? Can I help you?” asked Mom.
Bobby said from the porch, “Good evening, Mrs. Sanders. I’m here to pick up Ronnie. Is she ready?”
Mom said, “You must be Bobby. Is it Bobby or Bob?”
Bobby laughed embarrassed. “Everyone just calls me Bobby, ma’am. Is Ronnie ready?”
Mom said, “Not quite yet. You know how girls are.” She chuckled. “Please come in and have a seat while you wait.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” said Bobby.
I heard the door close and then a few moments of silence.
Mom asked, “Would you care for a soda or a bottle of water while you wait?
Bobby answered, “I’m fine. Do you know how much longer she’ll be?”
Mom said, “She’ll be along shortly. Is one of your parents driving you two?”
“I have my own license!” exclaimed Bobby. “I took driver’s ED over the summer.”
Mom continued to grill Bobby for several more minutes. Finally she said, “Let me go check on her.” I then heard her walking to my door. I took a few steps back. She knocked on my door. “Ronnie? Bobby’s here. Are you ready?”
I took a deep breath. “Let me get my purse.” How did I ever live without a purse? I took one final look in the mirror on my dresser to make sure my make-up hadn’t changed in the last thirty seconds.
I opened the door and said, “I’m ready, Mom.” I was nervous has hell after everyone making it sound like I was walking to my death. Mom walked quickly back to the living room to give me some space.
Bobby stood up as I entered the living room. He was grinning from ear-to-ear. “Hi Ronnie. You look very pretty tonight.”
I smiled at Bobby. He was not only wearing a clean shirt, but also one with buttons. He’s gone all out. “”Hey Bobby,” I said shyly. “You look very nice.”
Bobby held out his hand to me. “Are you ready to go?”
As I reached out for Bobby’s hand, Mom said, “Now remember. She must be back home by eleven-thirty.”
Bobby smiled and nodded towards Mom. “Yes ma’am. That won’t be a problem.”
As Bobby took my hand, Mom asked, “Just curious, where are you two kids going for dinner?” I raised my eyebrows and nodded towards the door in a gesture to suggest I wanted to leave.
Clasping my hand, Bobby said, “I’m going to take her to Gladstone’s and then after that to that new Nathan Adams movie.” Expensive dinner at Gladstone’s. Just like he told all us ‘guys’ outside the boy’s health class.
Mom looked impressed. “Nice! Well, you two have a good time. See you at eleven-thirty.” Mom was a pest with Janet too.
Giving my hand a squeeze, Bobby led me out to his truck. I was surprised by his considerate walking speed. I had no trouble keeping up wearing my strappy high heel sandals.
Bobby turned to me with a grin. “Have you ever been to Gladstone’s?”
I smiled. “No. I’ve heard it’s great though.”
We stopped by his truck as he reached up to open the passenger door. “You’re in for a real treat then. Let me help you up.” Mom’s not going to like this. I knew she was watching.
Bobby put his hands on my waist and lifted me up so I could step into his truck. He should get a step or something. I have to admit, I’m probably a bit shorter than most people who’d ride in his truck.
As the truck rumbled to life, Bobby fiddled with the sound system for a moment. “Do you like J-Pop?”
I shrugged. “I guess so. I’ve listened to some of it. Like on anime and stuff.”
He connected to his phone’s blue-tooth. “See if you like this. This is my new favorite girl band in Japan. They’re called Moxie.” The bass began pounding a metal beat. So much for something romantic. “Their bassist is named Ayumi. You know, she reminds me of you for some reason.”
I nodded with the beat. “I like it,” I said honestly. He had the volume up higher than I normally find comfortable, but at least it wasn’t blasting. And Gladstone’s was only about fifteen minutes from my house.
As we drove to the restaurant, Bobby took a moment to glance over at me. “You really are very beautiful.”
I felt my face redden slightly as I looked down at my feet. I really don’t understand how I could possibly be beautiful. I said, “Thank you. That’s so nice of you to say.”
Turning back to looking out the windshield, he said. “I mean it. I really do think you’re the prettiest girl at school.” He sounded sincere.
I blushed again. “Thank you.”
“So, what made you decide to be a cheerleader?” Bobby asked. “I heard you didn’t join until after school started.”
I nodded. “I was asked. My sister was a cheerleader and the coach wanted to start a legacy cheerleader program. I still had to try out to keep the system honest.”
Bobby laughed. “Yeah. I guess they wouldn’t want someone who couldn’t cheer at all. It was a good choice because I think you’re the best cheerleader. Certainly the cutest. A lot of guys think that too.”
I didn’t think my face could get any redder, but it did. I gave Bobby a weak smile. “That’s so nice of you to say. But the other girls have more experience. At Cheerleading.” I like Bobby. Who cares what my friends say? Maybe they’re jealous?
Bobby drove his truck into the parking lot. He exclaimed, “We’re here!”
At the door stood a waiter dressed in something looking like a tux. What are they called? Mater Dees or somesuch?
I looked over at Bobby and said, “This place really does look expensive. Do you need a reservation?” I remember him saying his dad covered his expenses.
“I got that covered, babe,” said Bobby. “Don’t worry about it.” Actually, I wasn’t.
Bobby parked his truck and jumped out. He ran over to my side to help me down. Why would you ever drive a truck so big you have to help your passengers get down. As I felt his hands on my waist, I mentally rolled my eyes at myself. I just answered my own question.
Bobby took my hand and led me to the restaurant entrance and right up to that mater guy.
The head waiter looked at us and asked, “May I help you, sir?”
Bobby grinned and said crisply, “Robert Fairchild the third. Reservations for two.”
The mater dee’s expression didn’t change. He said, “Of course, sir.” He then signaled one of his minion waiters who snapped to in front of us. “Show Mr. Fairchild and his guest to table sixty-nine.” Bobby turned to me and grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. Oh my God. Table sixty-nine? Seriously?
The waiter said, “Right this way, sir.”
Bobby discreetly placed a twenty dollar bill in Mr. Dee’s palm.
As we started to follow the waiter, Bobby whispered to me, “It’s always best to grease the palm of the Maître d.” That’s the word. Where did I get Mater?
We were taken to a nice semi-secluded table off in a corner. Sadly, the restaurant didn’t have any windows. The waiter pulled my chair out for me to sit and then pushed it back in. It bugged me that because my skirt was so short, my legs stuck to the chair.
The waiter placed the menus in front of us and asked what we wanted to drink. I just asked for ice tea. I felt that a soda was too gauche for a restaurant this fancy.
Bobby picked up his menu and said, “Order whatever you’d like, Ronnie. The sky’s the limit.”
I knew he was just showing off and was probably using his dad’s credit card. I perused the menu and after a moment exclaimed, “Hey! They have chicken fried steak!”
Bobby frowned. “That’s the children’s menu. Look over here.” He pointed to another page of the menu.
Smirking, I said, “Sorry!” After being chastised for my dinner choice, I almost selected the sixteen ounce sirloin steak and a loaded baked potato. But, knowing I wouldn’t be able to shovel that in, I ordered a baked salmon instead. It certainly looked good. The meal came with a house salad that quite frankly, was enough all by itself.
After the waiter left with our order, I clasped my hands under the table and looked around like a tourist ogling at the displays in the Louvre. “This is very nice! I almost feel like I’m in someone’s house!” I giggled.
Bobby nodded. “It’s great. This is my favorite place to eat. Much better than Taco Bueno.” He grinned.
I laughed. “You think? It’s very fancy though.”
Trying to affect an air of sophistication, Bobby, or should I say Robert Fairchild the third said, “Stay with me, Ronnie and we’ll dine here often. I spare no expense for my woman.”
I smiled as I was sure his dad would spare no expense. It amused me that he thought he was buying his way into my panties. I had a sobering thought. If I’m not careful, this charmingly attractive young man just might. I had to admit, I was falling for his charms. This bad boy could definitely round off his edges when he wanted to.
The food finally arrived and it looked and smelled absolutely wonderful.
As he cut his steak, Bobby asked, “So. What does the future look like for Ronnie Sanders? College plans? Having a family? Being a fighter pilot?” He laughed after the last item he said.
I frowned at him. “I know you think that’s funny, but there are women fighter pilots.” I’m not a woman, so why am I suddenly defensive?
Bobby grinned at me. “Well, I think they have height requirements.”
I nodded. “True. But that other stuff? I’m just trying to get through high school. I haven’t really thought about college or anything. What about you?”
He nodded and tried to speak with his mouth full. “I got it all figured out. I plan to major in aerospace engineering.”
Taking a sip of my tea I said, “Sounds like an expensive degree plan. With a lot of math.”
Grinning, Bobby said, “I’m good at math. I’m hoping to earn a few scholarships my senior year.”
I studied him for a moment. “Well, good luck with that. Tell me more about your interests. What’s this racing club thing you belong to?”
Bobby’s grin widened. “Oh yeah. The Street Rod Association. We meet officially once per month, but we do meet at random times as well. It’s just not high school kids. There are some older guys too. Your old boyfriend Jeff was a member.”
“Jeff? Really?” I asked, surprised. “He has a nice car, but I didn’t think he raced.”
Bobby shrugged. “He’s got a great car, but he got spooked when he spun out at a race last summer. He quit and hasn’t raced since. He may be hot snot as a football player, but he’s just chicken shit when it comes to racing. That’s not really fair I guess. Olivia talked him into quitting.”
“Where do you race around here?” I asked sincerely curious. “I didn’t know there are any race tracks around here.”
Bobby chuckled. “Actually, just out of town there’s a drag strip. But they have a lot of safety regulations. So we usually race on a few of the city streets. We see who’s the fastest in a quarter mile. Twice a year we put on a gymkhana in the old mall parking lot.”
I had no idea what a gymkhana was, but my next question was, “So, do you race? Sounds dangerous.”
Bobby grinned. “It is. But danger is my middle name, babe. Maybe you could be my good luck charm and ride with me in a race sometime.”
I shook my head. “My mom would literally… and I mean literally kill me if I got close to a race car.”
“Nah. She doesn’t have to know.” Bobby looked at his phone and exclaimed, “Shit! We need to get going if we’re going to see that movie!” He waved for the waiter.
Bobby drove his truck into the crowded parking lot of the Cineplex. Ordinarily, I’d be worried if we’d get a seat, but Bobby already had our tickets with our reserved seats.
It was a madhouse when we entered. It was filled with kids from both high schools in town and probably the town a few miles down the road. It was very loud. All the video games and music playing and just the general cacophony of all the voices. I felt so exposed in my short skirt and heels. I could feel the eyes of dozens of boys landing on me. On one hand it was exciting that all these boys found me attractive, but also annoying that all these boys found me attractive.
I kept a grip on Bobby’s hand as we wound through the crowd. For one thing I didn’t want to lose him in the crowd. But also, when he let go of my hand, his hand wound up on my ass.
Bobby led me by the hand through the maze of tables and video games. We stopped to chat with a friend of his. Actually, the friend was that cute blond boy who was taking bets on whether Bobby is going to do me or not. There were a couple of other boys I didn’t know with him. When the blond boy saw me, he grinned and nudged Bobby who grinned back.
I really wasn’t interested in listening to a group of boys boasting, so I leaned in to Bobby’s ear and told him I had to go to the restroom. That was true enough, but I also wanted to get away from all this activity.
Bobby said, “Okay, babe. But don’t take forever in there like you girls usually do. The movie starts soon and we still need to get snacks.”
I said, “Hopefully there won’t be a line.”
Bobby grinned at me and said, “Oh. And Fritz and Caleb will be sitting with us. Isn’t that cool?” I smiled weakly and nodded. Fritz was the cute blond boy.
I took a quick look around to get my bearings so I could find my way back and then I hurried off. I didn’t need physic powers to feel the eyes of the three boys focusing on my ass.
I was shocked and amazed to find the restroom empty. I hurried into a stall and sat down. A moment later, four loud girls burst into the restroom. Only one took a stall. The other three started checking their hair and make-up in the mirror. The girls all laughed about something I didn’t quite catch.
And then one of them giggled and said, “Hey. Did any of you catch that little girl Bobby Fairbutt came in with? Is she twelve?”
Another girl, a brunette asked, “Is she blonde? Short hair? Skinny?”
“That’s her.”
The brunette said, “She’s not twelve. She’s the new cheerleader. Half the boys in school want to fuck her.” Hearing that made me cringe.
Another girl quipped, “And the other half already have!” All the girls then laughed. She doesn’t know me. Why would she say that?
A girl with sandy blonde hair said, “Oh yeah. I heard Bobby bragging he had a date with her and she’s his date for the dance too.” I know that’s the plan, but he hasn’t asked me yet.
One of the girls said, “Poor girl. I guess none of her friends warned her.”
“Or she ignored them. You know how Bobby can charm you right out of your panties.” They all laughed and left the restroom.
Even though I was done, I waited a minute before leaving the stall. I didn’t want to run into those girls. I checked my make-up in the mirror and decided I needed to re-apply my lipstick. I studied myself for a few moments. What was that one girl talking about? I don’t look twelve!
When I arrived back to where Bobby and his friends were standing around, Bobby pretended to clap. “You did make it back. We had a bet on that.” He looked away at his friends. “Pay up, you losers!” The other two boys just laughed.
Bobby took my hand. “Come on babe. We need to get in the snack line now if we want any popcorn for the movie.”
After leading me to the end of the snack line, Bobby slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. A group of boys ahead of us in the line turned around and saw Bobby and waved. Then they saw me and gave him a thumbs up gesture. This actually happened several times as we moved through the line. I started to feel more like a trophy than a girlfriend.
After we finally made it through the line got our tub of popcorn and empty soda cups, we waited in a shorter line to fill our cups from the wall of soda dispensers.
A couple of girls started to walk past us. One smirked at Bobby. “Well, Bob. I see you’re still trolling the middle schools.”
Grinning, Bobby put his arm around me again and pulled me close. “Jealous?” He then laughed. The two girls shook their heads and walked away.
I poked Bobby’s shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell them I’m not in middle school?” A better question was, why didn’t I?
Bobby just chuckled. “Why?”
He tugged on my hand. “Come on. The movie’s going to start.” A Cineplex staff member directed us to the correct auditorium and the four of us walked in that direction with Fritz and Caleb bringing up the rear.
I don’t think I was meant to hear Fritz’ comment to Caleb which made it clear why they were behind us and not in front. “Man! I just can’t take my eyes off that ass!”
Caleb said with a chuckle, “I bet she’s tight.” That comment made me uncomfortable enough to put my arm around Bobby for a sense of security.
He put his arm around my waist and then his hand slipped down to my butt. He gave my ass a little squeeze. He whispered in my ear, “You’re my girl.”
We finally got seated in the theater. Fortunately, Fritz and Caleb sat in front of us, and not behind or next to me. The bad thing was that the three of them talked and joked through the all the previews. I hoped they weren’t going to do that during the movie. Their laughing was already getting annoyed looks from others in the theater. Thankfully, they settled down after the movie started.
The start of the movie was great. One of the best action sequences I’ve seen. And Nathan Adams is so handsome and manly. He’s so much more exciting than his main competition Tommy Kincaid. In the climactic scene when Nathan kisses the female lead, whatever the hell her name was, I’m sure every girl in the theater, including me, wished they were being kissed instead.
Bobby had slid his arm around my shoulders. I didn’t fight it or move his hand. I just snuggled into his shoulder. More than once he bent his head down and kissed me. Soft, romantic kisses. Nothing like the hard kiss from last night. It made me feel gooey inside.
The movie ended with Nathan kissing the girl and with Bobby and I lip-locked, sucking on each other’s tongues. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. I was in heaven. Bobby could have had me eating out of his hand.
Uh oh.
I opened my eyes and pulled back from him. His two friends had apparently given up on us and had left. Fine with me. Bobby ran his fingers through my hair. “My girl is so beautiful.”
Taking a breather and glancing at the theater cleanup crew glaring at us, I took my phone from my purse and checked the time.
“Oh my God! Bobby it’s almost my curfew! We need to go. Like right now.” I exclaimed.
Bobby kissed me again and with his eyes closed, asked, “So? Does it matter?”
I started trying to stand. “My mom will literally kill me if I show up late. I mean it. Do you want to start dating a cadaver?”
Bobby frowned and sat up straighter. “Okay, okay. Let’s get you home. I’d hate for you to get killed.”
I clapped once and giggled. “You did it!”
Actually looking kind of annoyed, Bobby said, “I told you I could remember how to get to your house.”
With a smirk, I said, “I’m just playing with you.”
Sliding his fingers through my hair and holding the back of my head, Bobby grinned and said, “I know, baby. That’s what I like about you.” He then pulled my head closer to his and he bent down and kissed me. Again, nothing like the kiss from last night. This was soft and romantic, his lips warm and soft.
I slid my arms around his neck and kissed him. Playing with my hair, he said, “You’re my girl.” He kissed me back and explored my mouth with his tongue.
“Oh Bobby,” I whispered as my kisses slid from his lips and down his neck. His fingers slid inside my tank top and he pressed my nipples through my bra. His fingers slipped inside my bra and he found my hard nipples. His kissing became a bit more aggressive as he fondled my areola if I had one. Tonight I didn’t pull his hand away.
There wasn’t a lot of room in the cab of his truck. Bobby managed to lift my skirt and press the crotch of his pants against my panties. I was up against the seat and I couldn’t scoot back any further and I felt his hardness press against my panties. I didn’t want to put my hands on this thing to move it. As he kissed my neck and nibbled on my earlobe, in a breathy voice, I said, “No, Bobby. No. Please.” I tried to re-position myself and got his crotch away from me.
He reasserted his pressure against my panties. He kept kissing me. “Come on, babe. You’re my girl.” He slid one hand up my leg where it slid under my skirt. I put my hand on his that was under my skirt. My strength is no contest to his, but I held his hand back.
“Bobby please. I need to go. Seriously.” I pushed back on his shoulder.
Bobby pulled back and groaned, “Okay. Yeah, I don’t want your mother upset with either of us.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “Sit tight and I’ll come around to help you down.” He jumped down out of his truck and hurried over to the passenger side. Holding my waist, he then gently set me down to the ground.
“I’ll walk you to your door.” He then took my hand and began to lead me to my front door. Between the street light and the half moon, we were bathed in light as we walked in silence to my porch.
We stopped in front of my door. Bobby took hold of both my hands and looked me in my eyes. “Ronnie, I had a great time with you tonight. I hope you enjoyed it too.”
I smiled shyly at my feet. “Oh, I had a great time tonight. Dinner was wonderful and the movie was fun. I enjoyed it.” And I did. I was a bit uncomfortable right at the end, but overall, I thought Bobby was nice, thoughtful and caring.
Smiling at me and still holding my hands, Bobby said, “I’d like to do this again sometime.”
I smiled broadly and looked directly at him. “Oh, I would too! That would be great.”
Bobby grinned and pulled me towards him. “You’re my girl.” He put his arms around my waist and bent his head to me. A moment later and his lips were on mine. I put my arms around his neck and returned his kiss. I just melted into his arms and I felt all warm and gooey inside. I could have stayed in his embrace all night.
He stepped back, pulling away from me. “I should probably go. Thanks for coming with me, Ronnie. I’ll give you a call later.”
I smiled at him. “Thanks for inviting me. I had a great time.”
He let go of my hand and turned and walked back to his truck. A moment later, the engine roared to life and the truck pulled away from the curb and his truck disappeared into the night.
I turned and entered my house. Mom sitting on the couch waiting for me. I just know she was watching through the window. She looked at me and shook her head.
She stood up and said, “Come here so I can hug my daughter.”
Well shit.
To be continued…
“Hey Ronnie.”
“Nova?” I grumbled from my bed. I didn’t even bother to get up to answer the phone. I just grabbed it from my bedside table. “This is a bit early, even for you.”
Nova chuckled. “I know you like to sleep in on Sundays, but I just had to know how your date with Bobby went. Did you survive with your virtue intact?”
I laughed. “Yes. The gates to the holy land were not breached. Although he did try.”
“You’re kidding! Holy shit, girl,” exclaimed Nova. “If he’d gotten into your panties, I think I’d probably be talking to a dead girl right now.”
“I admit it scared me when I felt his hard-on against my panties,” I admitted. “I can’t believe that I was so taken by him that I let him get that close.”
Very seriously, Nova said, “You know that on the night of the dance, you’re not going to be able to stop him. You can say no all you want. He’s bigger and stronger than you and he’ll be determined then.”
I chuckled. “Relax. Don’t be so melodramatic. Nothing will happen because I won’t be there.”
Sounding puzzled, Nova asked, “What do you mean you won’t be there. Homecoming is the biggest dance of the fall. Every girl I know can’t wait to go.”
I rolled over in my bed and pulled my covers up. “I might have gone if Jeff had asked me. Maybe. I don’t even have a dress for it. But knowing what Bobby has planned for me at the end of the dance, no way in hell I’d go. I might not be able to emotionally resist him. Besides, he hasn’t even asked me to go.”
“He hasn’t asked you yet?” asked Nova incredulously. “That’s cutting it kinda short. Especially if you’re waiting to be asked before buying a dress.”
I shrugged though Nova wouldn’t be able to see it. “I don’t know what game he’s playing. He was pretty adamant about his plans for me when he told all us ‘guys’ about it. He has money riding on it.”
Nova laughed. “I know. Tank bet that you’d still have your virginity. Don’t make him lose the bet!”
I laughed seriously. “I have a lot more than money to lose. I think Tank’s money is safe.”
I heard the doorbell ring. Who the hell would be at the door this early? I didn’t get up.
“Well, stick to your guns, girl,” warned Nova.
“Funny how everyone seems to have forgotten I’m a boy.” I said.
Nova sighed. “It’s because you’re a girl.”
I was about to reply when I heard Mom shout from the living room, “Ronnie! You need to get out here!”
I pulled my covers back and said, “Something’s up. I need to go.”
Nova said, “Okay. If I don’t talk to you later, I’ll see you at school.” She disconnected.
I pulled my robe around me and padded out to the living room. I stopped in shock seeing Bobby standing in the door frame. Looking very unhappy, Mom said, “You’re boyfriend’s here.”
I walked up to the door and asked, “Hey Bobby. This is a surprise.” It was then that I saw the two tall laundry baskets stuffed with dirty clothes. “Um… what’s this?”
Bobby didn’t bat an eye. “Hey, I’m in a crunch today. I need you to take care of this laundry for me. I’ll be back at six to pick it up.”
“Bobby!” I exclaimed. “You can’t do this. I’m not your personal Laundromat.”
Pointing a finger at me, Bobby said, “You’re my girl. I need some help with this. So take care of it, okay?” He started to turn to leave, but stopped. “Oh. What color is your dress? I want to get the correct corsage for you. I know girls find that important.”
My eyes went from the baskets back to Bobby. “Dress? You haven’t asked me to the dance. I don’t have a dress.”
Bobby scowled at me. “What are you talking about? You’re my girl. It’s a given you’re going to the dance with me. You need to hurry up and get a dress. I guess I’ll just get a generic corsage. See you at six.” He then turned and ran to his truck.
I shouted, “Bobby! You can’t do this! Bobby!” He jumped into his truck and with a chirp of tires, he was gone. I just stood there, dumbfounded. I grabbed a basket and with a struggle, dragged it into the living room
Mom was standing in the living room, arms crossed. She growled, “This ends. My daughters are not a laundry service for boyfriends. A couple boys tried the same stunt with Janet.”
Extending my arms out, I said, “I’m sorry Mom. I had no idea he was going to do something like this. Can you give me a hand with this?”
Mom shook her head. “He’s your boyfriend, not mine.” She sat on the couch and began watching TV. I groaned and went outside to retrieve the other basket.
I dragged the baskets into the laundry room. I stood there and fumed at them for several moments. I sighed. I needed to get busy. There was a ton of clothes to wash. As I reached into the basket to get started on loading the washer, I groaned again. He hadn’t separated his underwear, shirts, pants and whatever. They were all mixed together. I should just dump it all in and wash together. But I couldn’t bring myself to do that. I emptied both baskets on the floor and started separating the items. I was grossed out by all his underwear having skid marks. Many of his socks had holes in the toes as well as many of his t-shirts had holes in the armpits. I thought about tossing them, but he’d probably yell at me for throwing away his favorite t-shirt or underwear.
I got one load started washing and walked slowly back into the living room where Mom was still watching TV. I plopped down next to her and just stared at the TV. “Mom. I’m never getting married.” She just chuckled.
I spent the rest of the morning and half the afternoon washing Bobby’s clothes. He hadn’t just filled the baskets, he’d stuffed them. I still couldn’t believe he’d do such a thing. Even worse, I couldn’t believe I was actually doing it. Yeah, he’s cute and he’s hot. He treated me nice on our date. And since I knew his ultimate plan for me, there’s no way I could be his girlfriend. So why am I doing his laundry. Janet would say I’m a chump. I let boys walk all over me. Well no more, I said to myself as I carefully folded his laundry before placing it back into the baskets. I’m really a boy so I should assert myself.
I looked at the clock in the laundry room as I folded his shirts. Bobby will be back in a hour to collect his clothes so I should probably go put my make-up on. Well, even as a girl I should assert myself.
After I had completed washing and folding clothes, I dragged the baskets close to the front door. With a deep sigh I sat down next to Mom on the couch to watch some stupid game show.
Mom looked over at me and smirked. “So. When’s the wedding?”
“Moooommm!” I whined. “Don’t be ridiculous! Just because I did a boy’s laundry doesn’t mean I’m going to marry him! I don’t even love him that much. Just like everyone else, it seems you’ve forgotten I’m a boy! Oh God. He’s going to be here soon. I need to put my make-up on. I’ll be right back.”
I ran into the bathroom and quickly smoothed some foundation on and then applied mascara. A little lipstick and that was about all I could do in what little time I had. I ran into my room and slipped on some short shorts and put on my bra. As I slid a t-shirt over my head, I heard the doorbell ring. I ran into the living room.
Mom was starting to get up. I shouted, “I’ll get it Mom!” and ran past her to the door.
I flung the door open and there stood Bobby. Despite the October chill in the air, he was shirtless and glistening with some sweat. I wished he’d stop being taller than me.
He grabbed my hair at the back of my head and bent down to kiss me. “Hey gorgeous. Is my laundry done?”
I nodded and dragged the baskets to the door. “All done.”
He pulled me to him and gave me a smoldering kiss that caused me to feel faint. All the blistering anger I was going to hit him with just melted away. I slid my arms around his neck and we continued to kiss for a few minutes.
We finally separated and Bobby grinned at me. “Thanks honey for doing this. You’re great. I’m sorry for letting my laundry stack up for a couple of weeks like that. Next week it won’t be such a chore.”
I stepped back from him. I looked down at my feet. Still feeling the warmth of his lips, I brought up the courage to say, “Bobby, about that. I’m not your laundry service. I can’t wash your clothes next week. Or any time, really. You gave no consideration about any plans I might have had for today.
He took my hand. “You’re right baby. Next time I’ll call before bringing my clothes over. Oh. I had a few shirts that actually need ironing. Did you…” My scowl cut him off. “Nevermind. I can probably do it.”
“You don’t own me. I’m not just one of your many toys,” I said still scowling.
Nodding, Bobby said, “You’re right, babe. You’re right.” He pulled me to him and kissed me again.” Dammit! Why can’t I resist him?
He pulled away with a grin. “Hey. I was thinking. My parents are out of town this weekend. Maybe you could come over, make dinner and we could get to know each other a little better?”
That just set off all kinds of red flags. Make him dinner? Be alone with him at his house? What kind of girl does he think I am?
“I’m sorry, Bobby. I have to make dinner for Mom and I,” I lied. Sounded plausible. “And I don’t think Mom would let me go over to your house without your parents.” Now that was definitely not a lie.
Bobby looked disappointed. “I guess I can’t assume my girl is always available for me. It’s kinda chilly out here. Thanks for doing my laundry. See you tomorrow at school.”
“Bye, Bobby.” He looked liked he was coming in for another kiss, but I just closed the door. I leaned on the closed door and sighed. “What a nightmare.”
Mom had gotten up and started walked towards her room. “I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up when dinner’s ready.”
Shocked, I said, “Mom! I just said that to make Bobby…” She closed her door.
I wanted to scream.
“You’re kidding?” asked Nova as she, Tank and I all walked up to the school building.
“I know it sounds like a joke, but it’s not,” I exclaimed.
Tank chuckled. “That’s a great idea. I’m going to bring my stinky laundry over to Nova’s house.”
Nova frowned. “I don’t think so.” She then looked over at me and asked, “Did you do it?”
I looked down at my feet. “Yeah. Yeah I did.”
Nova shook her head. “Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie! What are we going to do with you? Even if you were going to stay with him I’d tell you not to do that. You’re not staying with him, are you?”
“We’re getting married after the dance,” I said seriously.
Nova’s jaw dropped. “I hope you’re joking.”
Laughing, I said, “Of course I’m joking! And I’m not going to the dance, either.”
Nova stopped us just before entering the school. “Ronnie. You absolutely have to go to the dance! Like I’ve said before, it’s the biggest dance of the fall. You have to go! Even if you don’t have a date, there’ll be no shortage of boys who’ll want to dance with you!”
I grunted. “What makes you think I want to dance with any boys?”
Nova folded her arms and frowned at me. “Am I talking to Ronnie or a pod person? You attract boys like there’s no tomorrow.”
As we entered the school, Nova said, “Oh. I wanted to ask. Did you make dinner for you and your mom?”
I nodded. “I made chicken fried steak. I’m learning a lot in Home Ec. I made a mess in the kitchen, but it tasted great.”
“If a boy had brought me laundry to do,” explained Steph after swallowing the bit of salad she’d speared on her fork, “I would have poured it on the ground and burned it.”
“That’s what you should have done,” agreed Maggie.
I shook my head. “I’d just get a fine by the fire department.”
Nova started to laugh and then the laugh faded as she looked at someone approaching our table.
“Greetings, ladies,” said Olivia pleasantly.
Frowning, Nova asked, “And to what do we owe the honor of your visit?”
Olivia giggled. “I guess it is an honor, isn’t it? Anyway, being the good sport that I am, I came over to wish my fellow contestant good luck on running for Homecoming Queen. I know. It’s rather pointless since I’m going to win. But I wanted to wish you good luck anyway. So ta!” She turned and walked over to another table.
Susan looked around. “Who on the squad is running for Homecoming Queen?” She pointed at me. “Ronnie?” I shook my head.
Leaning back in her chair and looking pissed, Nova said, “Guys, it’s me. Tank put my name in the running.”
Steph grinned. “Well congrats, girl! We’ll all vote for you.”
Frowning, Nova said, “Guys, you don’t have to.”
Maggie said, “We’d rather you win than Olivia!”
Nova laughed. “Ain’t gonna happen, but thanks guys.”
I said, “I’m sure the whole varsity team will vote for you. That’s a lot of votes.”
Cindy looked at me. She asked, “Ronnie, why aren't you running for queen? You’re prettier than N…I mean, you’re pretty.” Nova cast a scowl towards Cindy.
I grinned at Nova. “I don’t want it. I’m not going to the dance.”
Steph exclaimed, “What? Girl, you have to! It’s the biggest event of the fall. Everyone will be there!”
Echoing Steph, Maggie said, “Yeah, you have to!”
A male voice boomed from behind me. “She’s my girl! Of course she’s going! She’s going with me. Aren’t you baby?”
I sighed. “It would seem so.”
Bobby grinned. “Make it so! Hey, catch you later.” It’s against the rules, but he quickly bent down and kissed the back of my neck. He turned and briskly walked away.
Cindy sucked in her breath. “You’re Bobby Fairchild’s girlfriend? Oooh. I didn’t know we had a celebrity among us.”
I folded my arms and glared at Cindy. “Knock it off.”
Nova grinned at me. “Looks like you’re coming to the dance after all.”
I shook my head. “No I won’t. Stakes are too high.”
Catching me in an empty hall after I left the girls’ gym after practice, Bobby slammed his fist into a locker next to my head. “How dare you embarrass me by telling those little bitches on the cheerleader squad that you weren’t coming to the dance!” He got his face very close to mine. His face was very red. “You’re my girl, Ronnie! Of course you’re coming to the dance with me. You can’t wait to dance with me. You got that?”
I started to cry. “You’re scaring me.”
He squeezed my face between his thumb and forefinger as he brought his face close to mine again. “Stop being such a stupid girl!” He then pressed his lips hard against mine. It was an unpleasant kiss. “I’ll talk to you later.” He then angrily walked away from me.
I broke out into tears and slid to the floor crying. Why does he have to be such an asshole?
I heard someone walk up to me and then Steph knelt down next to me. She asked, “Ronnie, are you okay? I saw Bobby yelling at you. Did he hit you? Do you want me to call the school security?”
I shook my head vigorously. Through sobs, I said, “No. Please don’t. Look, it was my fault. I screwed up. It’s okay. Really.”
Steph grimaced at me. “Ronnie, I don’t believe a word you just said. Are you sure you’re okay? If he hit you, I swear to God I’ll turn him in no matter what you say.”
Sniffling, I said, “He didn’t hit me. Honest. Like I said, it was my fault.”
Steph grunted. “I sincerely doubt that. Let me help you up.” Taking my arm, she helped me regain my feet. She opened her purse and handed me a tissue. “Do you want my opinion?”
I just looked at her. I said, “No.”
Steph said, “Well, you’re getting it anyway. Dump him. Ronnie, you’re a small girl and he’s a big guy. He’s going to hurt you.”
I nodded. “So I’ve been told. Steph, thank you so much for your help. But I’m okay. Really. I know what I’m doing.”
Steph sighed. “If you say so. I need to go. Take care of yourself, girl.” She walked away leaving me alone. I should quit the squad and just go back to being the invisible me. This girl shit is just not worth it.
“Girl, you are not quitting the squad,” said Nova firmly. “Especially because of a boy. Just dump him.”
“I know I probably should…”
Nova interrupted. “He made you cry.”
I sighed into the phone. “I know.”
There was a long pause. Finally Nova said, “I’m worried about you, Ronnie. Even if you told him tonight you were through, he’d probably keep on you. Tomorrow, we all leave the gym together.”
I said, “Thanks. But I really don’t think he’ll hurt me.”
“He made you cry.”
“I’ll deal with it,” I said. “I gotta go. Talk to you tomorrow.”
Nova stopped me as I approached the school’s entrance. She hugged me and said, “I have no idea what’s going on in that head of yours. You need to wise up.”
I frowned at her. Why is everyone sticking their nose in my business? “I’m fine. I really am.”
Tank said solemnly, “As much as possible, someone from the team will have their eyes on you.”
Shaking my head, I said, “I appreciate the concern. I’m not some delicate waif that needs constant watching. Really. I’m fine.”
Nova folded her arms and glared at me. “He made you cry.”
Frowning, I replied, “So have you. Look. I know Bobby can be an ass sometimes. But he’s not the monster you make him out to be.”
Tank mumbled, “Speak of the devil…”
I felt an arm go around my waist. “Hey baby!” exclaimed Bobby. “You’re looking hot today. I love those short short skirts.” His hand slipped down to my ass.
“Hey Bobby!” I cooed. “I wore this just for you.” To get out of the house, I’d worn a longer skirt and then removed it and put it in my book bag.
Bobby grinned. “That’s my girl! Hey babe, I need to run. See you at lunch. You’re sitting with me at lunch, remember?”
I smiled at him. “Of course I remember, silly! How could I forget?” This was news to me.
“Later!” He then ran into the school building.
Nova stepped back a bit and glanced over me. “I hadn’t noticed it until just now. Girl, that skirt is going to get you in trouble.”
I dismissed her comment with a wave of my hand. “Nah. Nobody cares.”
“How the hell did you manage to leave the house dressed like that?” demanded Mom after we left the principal’s office. “I had this skirt length problem a few times with your sister. I never imagined I’d have this issue with my SON.”
Hanging my head, I said, “Can you wait until we’re in the car to chew me out?”
Mom glared at me. “Am I embarrassing you?” I nodded. “Good! I think that one boy is a bad influence on you.”
I had told the principal that I had another skirt in my bag. But she insisted on calling Mom to take me home to change. And I got detention as well. Coach Martin isn’t going to like me missing practice.
“I told you,” said Nova as we all headed to the cafeteria. All the squad and most of the football team had gone en masse to vote for Nova for Homecoming Queen. Except Jeff and a couple of his closest buddies. They voted for Olivia. Of course.
“Yeah yeah. I’m a bad girl.” I said as I picked up a tray to put my lunch on.
Nova frowned. “No you’re not. Maybe a stupid girl.”
I shook my head. “Gee thanks.”
Bobby was waiting when we stepped out of the lunch line. He looked upset.
“Where have you been, girl?” demanded Bobby. “I said to meet me for lunch.”
“Sorry, Bobby,” I said as I hung my head. “I’m late because we were voting for Nova.”
Bobby frowned. “Not a good excuse. And why are you wearing jeans?”
Nova flared at Bobby. “She was sent home because her skirt was too short!”
Bobby scowled at Nova. “Nobody asked you, twerp. Come on Ronnie. Let’s sit down.”
I said, “I’m sorry, Bobby. It won’t happen again.”
Bobby smirked at me. “You’re right. It won’t.”
We sat down at a table with his street racer buddies. There were two girls at the table as well. Both wore too much eye make-up and looked like they fixed their hair with hedge clippers. They just kinda sneered at me.
Bobby said, “Hey guys! You all remember my girl, Ronnie? She’s going to start joining us at lunch.” I am?
Lumpy took a bite of his grease burger and while still chewing said, “Cool. It’s about time we add a little class around here.”
One of the girls looked offended. “What? Ain’t we got class?” She looked over at the other girl.
Lumpy suddenly looked worried. He said, “Of course you do, babe.”
Gearhead looked up and said, “Hey Ronster.” Oh great. Now I have a nickname. “Are you coming to the race tonight?”
Bobby reached up and ruffled my hair. “Of course she is. My girl’s going to be my good luck charm.”
“Race?” I asked confused. “I thought that was only on Saturdays.”
Bobby said, “Usually. But we hold special events. And besides, the dance is Saturday. Did you forget already? Anyway, I have to settle a grudge match with some loser from Anna T.” Ah. Anna T. Harrison High School. The other high school in town.
One of the girls I wasn’t introduced to pouted. “But Bobby baby. I thought I was your good luck charm!”
Bobby grinned. “And you were great. But now it’s my girl’s turn.”
“So, what do I do as a good luck charm?” I asked, not really sure but was afraid of the answer.
Bobby looked at me sideways. “Are you really that dumb?”
The previous good luck charm giggled. “Well, she is blonde and a cheerleader.”
Bobby grinned. “That’s very true. Ronnie baby, a good luck charm rides in the car with me during a race.”
While a part of me thought that’d be exciting, I said, “Oh. My mom would never go for that!”
Bobby laughed. “I’m not asking your mom!”
From across the room, I saw the cheerleaders and football team get up to leave the cafeteria. So I swallowed my last bite of salad and started to stand.
Bobby glanced over at me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
As I lifted my tray, I asked, “Didn’t you hear the first bell? Lunch is over.”
Bobby chuckled. “Sit back down. We never leave at first bell.”
Exasperated, I said, “Bobby! My next class is all the way across campus. I need to leave now!”
Frowning, Bobby inclined his head towards the exit. “Go.”
I smiled and said, “Thank you.” I then hurried from the cafeteria. I’m a nervous wreck. I thought dating a bad boy would be fun and exciting. Well, it’s also frightening and I don’t think I like it.
Later that day, I was almost to the girl’s gym when I remembered I had detention. I sighed and turned around and to head towards the cafeteria where all us bad girls are sent at the end of the day.
“You want to help with dinner?”
“Sure, Mom.” I got up from the couch where I was watching, but not really watching TV.
As I washed my hands in the kitchen sink, Mom said, “You seem awfully glum. Is something wrong?”
I nodded. “It’s my boyfriend.”
“What about him?” asked Mom as she handed me a spoon.
I sighed. “Bobby’s a… well, Bobby’s a ‘bad boy’.” I did air quotes when I said bad boy. “My friends warned me, but I thought it’d fun and exciting to date a free spirit; someone who broke the rules. It’s definitely been different.”
Mom looked over at me. “So, did this Bobby person share detention with you this afternoon?”
With a puzzled expression, I asked, “No. Why should he?”
Mom shook her head. “You wore that skirt for him, knowing full well it was against the rules. He wanted it, but he’s not the one who got punished.”
I nodded. “True. I guess I’m just stupid.”
Mom checked whatever it was that was cooking in the oven. “You’re not stupid Ronnie. You’re not the first girl that some man has convinced them to go against their own nature. And you won’t be the last. Even your sister let herself get caught up in some boy’s bullshit. Learn to use the word ‘no’.”
“And if he doesn’t care if you say no?” I asked.
“Then find another boyfriend.”
I just nodded as I continued to stir. I never told Mom about Bobby’s bet on what he planned to do to me at homecoming. I never seriously considered that I was in any actual danger. I was so sure I could just tell him and ‘no’ and walk away and that would be that.
But now. Now I’m not so sure. He orders me around and I do it. I don’t tell him no because I don’t want to make him angry with me. I just feel dumb and useless when he yells at me. I just accept that he’s right to avoid getting yelled at. If I stand up to him, he just gets angry. I was suddenly angry with myself for acting dumb and allowing him to condition me to doing what he wanted just to avoid being yelled at. And he did it so quickly! Knowing the consequences of him learning my true nature, would I still be unable to resist him? Could I resist him? I don’t think I could.
Mom chuckled. “Are you going to stir that one pot all night?”
I smiled weakly. “Sorry. I was just thinking.”
I sighed and took the pot off the heat. I can’t tell Bobby no.
Well, shit.
To be continued...
“I’ll get it, Mom,” I said when the doorbell rang. I wasn’t sure where Mom was, but I was just goofing off in the living room watching TV.
When I opened the door, I was shocked to see Bobby. Before I could even greet him, he said, “Hey baby, come on. I need you to come with me.” He reached out and took my hand.
I resisted his tug. “Come with you? For what?”
Bobby frowned as he tugged on my hand again. “I just need you to come with me. Stop being so dumb, girl.”
I tugged back. I turned my head around and shouted to Mom, wherever she was, “Mom! Bobby wants me to go with him for a little bit. Is that okay?”
From the bowels of her bedroom, Mom shouted back, “How long?”
Looking pissed at not being instantly obeyed, he said, “Probably an hour and a half.”
Mom called back, “Okay. Absolutely no later than ten.” It was seven –thirty so that shouldn’t be a problem.
I shouted back, “Okay, Mom. Bye!” Bobby tugged me through the front door. I managed to hold back long enough to lock the front door.
Bobby frowned at me as he said, “Sheesh, girl. You need to be more spontaneous.”
I was surprised when he led me to a sleek, black Ford Mustang Shelby GT500.
“Holy shit, Bobby. Is this yours?” I asked as we got close to the car.
Grinning ear-to-ear as he led me to the passenger door, he said, “You better believe it babe. This pony car has been tuned to produce nine hundred horses. This will blow the doors off your old boyfriend’s piece of shit.”
I squinted at the car. “Jeff has a Mustang just like this.”
Bobby laughed. “Trust me. It’s not just like this!”
The seat had a five point harness. “How do I get in?” I asked.
Bobby chuckled. “Sit down. I’ll help.”
Bobby got in the driver’s seat, turned the ignition and the engine rumbled to life. You could feel the power reverberating through the seats.
As Bobby navigated away from the curb, I asked, “So, did you just want to show me your car?”
Chuckling, Bobby said, “That. And I need you to be my good luck charm tonight.”
A shaft of cold bolted down my spine. I’d forgotten he was going to race tonight. I really didn’t think he was serious. “You’re racing tonight? In this car?” Mom would just kill me if I rode in a race with Bobby.
As we rumbled down the street, Bobby said, “Of course in this car. A schmuck from across town thinks he can beat me. He and his little Challenger have another think coming.” He put his hand on my leg. “We’re a team, baby.”
Bobby drove his car into the parking lot of the old abandoned mall. There were already several cars and people about. Bobby parked his car in a line with four other cars and got out. It took me a moment to fumble my way out of the seat belt. There were several other cars opposite us.
Gearhead, holding what looked like a beer can in one hand shouted, “Alright! The Ronster is here! Hey Bobby.”
Bobby walked over to where Gearhead and the others were standing around. He looked over at the cars opposite us and shouted, “So where’s the Duke? Did he pussy out on me?”
Someone from the other side shouted, “He’ll be here. Don’t worry. Who’s the chick?”
Bobby put his arms around me, locking my arms in place. “Do you like this? This little girl is all mine and a cheerleader to boot.”
The guy across from us laughed. “If we’re just comparing bitches, you’ve got Duke beat.”
Bobby laughed as well. “Damn straight!” He then let go of me. The late October evening air was chilly and I didn’t bring a jacket.
Bobby pointed at a cooler in front of one of the cars. “Grab me a drink, would you? Get something for yourself too.”
I walked over to the ice chest and lifted the lid and looked inside. I was actually a bit shocked. I said, “There’s only beer in here.”
Frowning, Bobby walked towards me. “So?”
I stood up straighter and closed the lid. “So? So if we’re caught, we’d be in big trouble. I’m only sixteen. The same as you, I bet. We could face suspension and I would get kicked off the squad!”
One of the older boys I didn’t know asked, “Who brought Marry Poppins here?”
Bobby snarled, “Ain’t gonna happen. Stop being such a dweeb.” He opened the cooler and took a can and walked back to his car.
I started shaking and not just from the cold. This was bad. Seriously bad. The last thing I need is for Mom to pick me up from the police station. I looked over at Bobby laughing with his buddies. I needed to make a decision.
Can I make a break from Bobby? Won’t that just make him angry? I don’t want to make him angry. He’ll just yell at me. He just makes me feel dumb.
How the hell did I get to this point?
I took a deep breath. I fumbled around in my purse and retrieved my cell phone. I looked where Bobby was located. I walked quickly behind some of the cars. I started to tear up. I can’t do this. I have to. He’ll be angry. I don’t care.
“Hello?”
Lowering my voice, I spoke into my cell phone. “Hey Jeff. It’s me.”
“Hello, me,” said Jeff’s voice over the phone. “What’s up, Ronnie? It’s been a while since you’ve called.”
I sucked in a deep breath. “I’ll have to say this quickly. I’m already losing my nerve. I need a big big huge big favor from you. Please please please. It’s like an emergency.”
Jeff said calmly, “What’s going on?”
“Can you take me home? Please?” I pleaded.
Sounding confused, Jeff asked, “Take you home? From where? What’s going on?”
Taking a deep breath again to calm down, I said, “Bobby brought me to the abandoned mall parking lot. He’s getting ready to race. He wants me to be his good luck charm.”
Jeff said, “Oh. That’s cool. Girls always seem to like the low rumble, screeching of tires and being compressed in your seat from the raw acceleration. You’d probably enjoy it. Bobby has a really cool car. It’s better than mine, actually.”
Frustrated, I growled, “You’re not getting it! I want to go home!”
Jeff laughed. “What’s the big deal? Just tell Bobby you want to leave.”
“He’ll get mad at me!”
Jeff said, “Don’t be so whiney. Just tell him you need to go. Sheesh.” He disconnected.
I sighed and walked back to where everyone was standing around. I walked right up to Bobby.
He looked down at me and asked, “Hey. Where’d you wander off to? Duke should be here any minute.”
“I want you to take me home,” I demanded. “I’m not riding with you.”
Bobby’s eyes flashed. “What did you say? I told you you’re riding with me. And Duke will be here any minute. I can’t take you home.”
Bristling, I shouted, “I want you to take me home!”
One of the older guys sitting on the trunk of one of the cars said with a laugh, “Ohhh. I think she’s mad.” Several of the guys burst out laughing.
Outraged at being laughed at, Bobby pointed a finger at me and shouted, “Bitch! You’ve lost the privilege to ride with me. Go stand over there. I’ll deal with you later!”
“Don’t call me bitch!” I shouted, my hackles up. I clinched my fists as if I could actually use them.
His face flushed, Bobby shouted, “I’ll call my girl whatever the fuck I want to! Now go over there and shut the fuck up!”
The guy sitting on the trunk chuckled, “Better watch it dude. You got her mad.” He laughed.
Gearhead laughed, “She might hurt you with those tiny fists so watch out!” He started laughing hard.
Tears flowing, I shouted, “I hate you!” Spinning around I continued to shout, “I hate all of you!”
Another older guy sneered, “Dude. Can’t you control that bitch of yours?”
Bobby grabbed my arm and raised his hand. I just glared at him. His face was a mask of fury. He lowered his hand and gruffly led me by my arm to one side. “You’re in a lot of trouble, girl. No girl talks to me that way. Especially my girl! Stand here. Shut the fuck up. I’ll deal with you after the race.” He turned and walked back towards his car, leaving me by myself.
Melvin who I just noticed was in the group laughed, “What that bitch needs is a good fucking!”
Bobby laughed. “That’s coming.”
About then, a beautiful red Dodge Challenger came rumbling up. As the car passed by the line of cars, the driver stuck his head out the window and shouted, “I’m looking for a Fix Or Replace Daily pile of shit.”
Bobby walked up to the Dodge and said, “You’re racing this piece of shit? I thought you had a real car!”
The Dodge driver, who I had to assume was Duke laughed. “Put your money where your mouth is Fairchump. Time to race.”
Bobby grinned. “Let’s do it! You know the street.”
Duke saw me standing by myself. He grinned and said, “Hey there, honey. Want to ride with a winner?”
Bobby scowled. “Hands off, Duke. The bitch is mine.”
Duke looked confused. “Isn’t she riding with you?”
Bobby shrugged. “Not this time. I’m trying to save weight.”
Duke looked back at me and almost split a gut laughing so hard.
Bobby shouted, “Let’s go.” He didn’t open the driver’s door. Instead he slid his legs in through the window. The engine roared to life.
Everyone started walking towards their cars. Spike pointed at me and shouted, “What about the girl?”
Bobby said, “She can stay here and watch the beer.”
All the cars started to rumble away. Spike turned to me and asked, “Are you going to be okay?”
I folded my arms and growled. “I’m just peachy.”
Spike jumped into his car and started it. “See you in about twenty minutes.” With a chirp of tires, he roared away.
I stood alone in the cold darkness. There were only a sprinkling of security lights in the old parking lot and none of them lit where I was standing.
How could he just abandon me out here in the darkness. This is hardly a safe part of town. Anything could happen to me.
I pulled my cell phone from my purse and called Jeff again.
“Is this still me?” asked Jeff as he answered his phone.
“Can you just come rescue me, please?” I begged on the verge of tears again.
“Did you ask Bobby?” asked Jeff, sounding indifferent.
“Yes I did!” I shouted. “He abandoned me in the parking lot. I’m cold and scared. Should I call Tank instead?”
Jeff said, “Abandoned? Who all is with you?”
I said, “It’s just me and the beer.”
Sounding shocked, Jeff asked, “Are you serious? He left a little girl like you all alone at night in a bad part of town?”
I said simply, “Yes.”
Jeff growled, “Aw jeez. Hang tight Ronnie. I’ll be there in about ten minutes. Or less.” He disconnected.
It was starting to get really cold. I shivered as I sat down on the cooler. I looked nervously around in the darkness. Anyone could sneak up on me. Why didn’t I listen to Nova?
I had no desire to talk with Bobby tonight, so I put my phone on silent. He can just talk to my voice mail.
About six minutes after I called Jeff, I saw a set of car headlights turn on to the parking lot. The headlights were either my rescuer or my rapist. What’s behind door number one?
A few moments later, a blue Ford Mustang crunched to a stop on the gravel next to me. The passenger door swung open and a voice from inside the car said, “Get in. Quick.”
“Jeff!” I squealed as I jumped inside his car. I gave him a big hug around his neck. “I am so glad to see you!”
Jeff’s eyes darted around the parking lot. “Sit down and strap in. We have to get clear of this area. I’ve heard a lot of sirens from that area we usually race in.” As we started to drive off, Jeff looked at something in his rear view mirror. Frowning, he slammed the car hard into reverse. There was a bump and a sound of plastic scraping pavement. He hit the accelerator leaving behind a smashed cooler and popped cans of beer spewing in all directions.
Jeff touched my hand. “My God, girl. You’re freezing. Why don’t you have a coat?”
“Bobby didn’t give me any time to grab one,” I said breathing hard. “I didn’t even realize where we were going.”
Jeff glanced over at me. “Did he hurt you?”
I shook my head. “No,” I said honestly.
Jeff gritted his teeth. “I’ll take you home, but not directly. There’s a lot of cops around.”
My eyes widened. “Did something happen?”
Jeff shrugged. “Who knows?”
We both jumped when Jeff’s cell phone rang. He picked it up and looked at who was calling. “It’s Nova.” Into the phone he said, “Hello? …. Yeah. She’s with me….Okay. We’ll be there in a few minutes.” He disconnected.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“She didn’t really say,” said Jeff. “She asked if I knew where you were and then said for us to meet at Taco Bueno.”
“I wonder why she just didn’t call me.” I said, feeling slightly confused.
Jeff shrugged. “You’ll have to ask her, I guess.”
I started to fill with dread with police sirens around us. We had to pull over to let an ambulance pass. A minute later Jeff parked at Taco Bueno, next to Nova’s car. I jumped out of the car and ran inside.
Nova ran up to me and gave me a big bear hug. “Oh thank God you’re okay!”
I stepped back from Nova. “Yes. I’m fine. What’s going on?”
As Tank gave me a hug as well, Nova said, “There was a race tonight.”
I nodded. “I know. Bobby wanted me to ride with him, but I backed out.”
Nova sat down. “Thank God you did. Ronnie. There was an accident. Bobby’s been taken to the hospital.”
My legs suddenly got weak. A half hour ago I was telling him I hated him and now I’m overcome with worry. “He’s hurt? How bad? What happened?”
Tank sat down next to me as Nova held my hands. Tank said, “From what Gearhead told me, just as the race started, someone ran a stop sign in front of them. The streets were supposed to be clear or they wouldn’t race. Bobby clipped the car and his car swerved out of control and rolled several times. Thankfully he put a roll cage in his car. His car was totaled. Bobby sustained some head trauma as well as other cuts and lacerations.” Tank paused for a moment and looked grim while I burst into tears.
Tank continued, “His car hit a telephone pole. It crushed the passenger side of the car. That’s where you would have been.”
Nova began crying too. “I was so worried you were hurt especially when you didn’t answer your phone. Oh Ronnie! You could have been killed!”
Jeff and Tank sat nearby, looking at the floor with their hands clasped in front of them while Nova and I held each other and cried.
Sniffling, I asked no one in particular, “Should I go to the hospital and see him?”
Nova shrugged. “Well, he is your boyfriend.”
I stared at my hands a few moments. “About that…”
Taking a deep breath, I said, “I was going to break up with him tonight. You should have seen the way he treated me earlier. But I’d feel like a jerk breaking up with him now.”
Nova sat up straighter. “You were going to break up with him? Yeah, there’s never a good time for that. What did he do?”
“What he always does, I guess,” I said looking at my feet. “Yelling. Ordering me around. Making me afraid to speak. And when someone said I needed a good fucking, he said ‘That’s coming.’ And that’s when he said I had to stay behind when they all went off to race.”
Nova leaned back. “I really don’t know what to tell you, girl. On one hand, he’s your boyfriend and he’s hurt and you want to comfort him and on the other hand he was a total asshole to you and you really need to rid yourself of him.” She pointed her finger at me. “You should never have gotten involved with him in the first place.”
I held my head in my hands. “No lectures, please.”
Before Nova could say anything else, the doors to the restaurant slammed open and Nova and I jumped. Melvin shouted, “Gearhead! The bitch is in here!” Gearhead slammed the doors again, followed by Spike.
Slamming his fist on the table, Gearhead growled, “Where were you, bitch! You left the parking lot!”
“And someone smashed our cooler!” snarled Spike.
Jeff and Tank rose in unison to stand behind me. His sudden scared eyes betrayed Gearhead’s bravado.
Gearhead straightened himself to his full height and sneered, “You tough guys don’t scare me. I have a message from Bobby to give this bitch.”
In a low, growling voice, Jeff said, “If you hurt her, I’ll break your arms.”
Gearhead laughed. “Tough guy tough talk! You won’t do nothin’ because you’ll get suspended.”
Tank actually cracked his knuckles. “It’ll be worth it.”
Spike sneered, “You gonna let him talk to you like that?”
Gearhead glared at Spike. “Shut up.” He then turned to me. “Now listen up, bitch and listen good. You failed Bobby. You were supposed to ride with him and bring him good luck!”
Nova jumped up and shouted, “She would have been killed if she’d been in that car!
Jeff’s hands on my shoulders prevented me from standing. I shouted, “It’s not my fault he crashed!”
Pointing a grimy finger at me, Gearhead shouted, “It was your fault! If you’d been there, there would have been enough delay getting you in the car that the car he hit would have already crossed the intersection.”
I wanted to slap the shit out of Gearhead so bad, but Jeff had a tight grip on my shoulders. I shouted, “You don’t know that! It’s not my fault!”
Gearhead ignored me and said, “The bottom line little girl is that Bobby is done with you. And that includes the dance. He can’t depend on you so he has no use for you.” Wow. He’s willing to lose all that money that he bet. Well, he was going to lose it anyway.
Red and blue lights started flashing through the restaurant’s windows as a police car pulled up outside.
I scowled at the police car. “Now what?”
Bobby’s minions tried to hurry out the door. One of the cops coming in through the door turned to Gearhead and said, “Where do you think you’re going, son? Percy, right? Just stay right here.”
Gearhead looked nervous and cleared his throat. “Yes, sir.”
One of the police officers said, “We’re looking for a girl. We were told she might be here.” He pointed at me. “You fit the description. Are you the girlfriend?”
Not trying to be a wise-ass, I asked sincerely, “Whose girlfriend?”
The police officer frowned. “Don’t be a wise-ass, little girl. Are you Robert Fairchild’s girlfriend. Ronnie Sanders?”
I nodded. “Yes. I am she.” I hoped that was correct grammar.
The cop said, “Let me see some ID.” Oh my God! I can’t let him see my driver’s license! It says I’m MALE! That would be a disaster! I very subtly pushed my purse under the table with my foot over to Nova.
“I don’t have it with me, officer,” I lied. “I left my house so quickly, I didn’t bring my purse.” Okay, that was true enough about leaving too quickly.
Gearhead said pointing, “That’s her, officer.” Jeff massaged the back of my neck with his thumb.
The cop looked at Gearhead with annoyance. “I’d like to have some ID, but were you at the race tonight Miss Sanders?”
“No sir.”
The officer jotted down a note. “So you did not witness the accident?”
“That is correct, officer.”
Gearhead folded his arms. “I told you that much.”
Looking from me to Jeff then back to me, the officer asked, “Isn’t it customary for the girlfriend to ride in the passenger seat during a race?”
“I really don’t know,” I said. “I’ve never been to one of these races before.” That was no lie.
The police officer handed me a card. “Well, Miss Sanders, if you have any additional information for us, just call me at that number.”
I smiled sweetly at the cop as I took the card. “Oh, I will, officer.”
The officer touched the brim of his cap. “Good evening everyone.” The two cops turned and left. I heaved a sigh of relief as I fully expected to be taken to the police station.
Gearhead started to say something to me. Tank just growled, “Get lost, Percy.” Gearhead and the other two turned and left.
I dropped my arms to my sides and let out a huge sigh. “Oh my God! This has been a horrible night!”
Nova took my hands. “At least you’re done with Bobby. And don’t you dare feel guilty about his wreck.”
I closed my eyes and rested my head against Jeff’s hand. I looked over at Nova. “What time is it?”
Nova looked at her phone. “Eleven-forty-two.”
I groaned. “Shit. Mom’s gonna kill me.”
Fortunately, Mom didn’t kill me. Nova, Jeff and Tank all came with me to explain to Mom exactly how the cow ate the cabbage. She was far more upset with Bobby for wanting to put me in danger and was glad I had told him no. She felt sorry for what happened to Bobby, but was happy I wasn’t going to be seeing him anymore. She never liked him anyway. I was expecting it, but I didn’t even get grounded. She was more glad I didn’t get dead.
Gearhead and Spike were arrested for underage drinking and DUI after they had gone back to the old parking lot and retrieved what was left of the beer and dumped it in the back seat of their car. And trying to drive home while holding an open can while driving.
“Hey Ronnie!” called out Nova as I approached the school. “What? No micro miniskirts today?” I was wearing jeans.
I shook my head. “Nope. My mom would kill me if she had to come pick me up again for another dress code violation.”
Nova chuckled. “I’m surprised you’re still alive after being killed so much by your mom.”
Frowning at her, I exclaimed, “This never used to happen until I became a cheerleader!”
Laughing, Nova said, “Isn’t being a girl exciting?”
I just looked at Nova for a few moments. I asked, “Except for you, nobody remembers I was ever a boy. I don’t get it.”
Her eyes bright, Nova giggled, “Because Ronnie the boy was boring and forgettable. Now you’re gorgeous and every boy wants date you.”
I frowned. “I’m not sure if that’s any better.”
Tank came running up to us, grinning. “Hey girls. Did you hear about Gearhead and Spike?”
Nova asked, “Besides being picked up by the cops? I had no idea they were so stupid. Or maybe I did.”
Tank said, “Anyway, they both got a three day suspension. So they’re out the rest of the week.”
I sighed. “Too bad it wasn’t the rest of the year. How many times did they call me ‘bitch’ last night?”
Nova chuckled. “I lost count. Oh, has anyone heard any news about Bobby?”
I nodded. “Oddly enough his mother called me this morning before I left for school. It’s weird. She gave me an update on his condition. He’s doing fine. Most of his injuries were like him, mostly superficial. They’re just keeping him for observation. Here’s the weird part. She told me to stay away from her son because he shouldn’t be dating little girl middle school students anyway. You know, I’m tired of everyone calling me a little girl. I don’t look like a middle school kid do I?”
Nova and Tank both said “Yes,” in unison.
Tank shrugged. “Maybe if you’d grow some tits… Just sayin’.”
Nova nodded. “Breasts would definitely help.”
I rolled my eyes at them. “Maybe I can grow some before lunch. But standing out here we’re all going to be late for our first class. See you guys later.”
It was a strange journey to my first class as kids, both boys and girls, would stop talking or start whispering when I approached. I heard fragments of whispers. I couldn’t believe it.
“She broke up with her boyfriend while he was dying in the ER. Bitch.”
“I wish I could have a rich boyfriend. She’s such a bitch.”
“I heard a rumor that she’s really a dude.” “Bullshit. Don’t you think the football team would have noticed when they fucked her?”
“I can’t believe she’d dump him right when he needed her love the most. What a bitch.”
“So she’s available?”
“She must be really dumb to have gotten involved with such douche.” “Well duh! She’s blonde and a cheerleader.”
“I’d do her.” “Dude! She’s what? Thirteen?” “Hey, if there’s grass on the field, I say play ball!”
“A couple football players told me she has a really tight pussy.”
When I got to my class, I practically collapsed into my seat. Holy hell. Several girls in class looked scornfully at me. A few boys grinned at me. I felt as if I had a spotlight on me. It’s ridiculous!
On my way to my second class, I was still hearing the same damnable whispers as before. And then I spotted Bat. I ran up to him jabbing an accusing finger into his chest.
“Just stop already!” I shouted at him. “Is it ever going to be enough for you?”
Looking taken aback, Bat replied angrily, “What are you talking about, Ronnie? I’ve done nothing to you!”
“Are you going to tell me you aren’t going around spreading rumors that I broke up with Bobby on his death bed and that the football team says I’m a great fuck?”
“I’m not making up any shit about you!” exclaimed Bat. “I did that one day because it just seemed funny. What I wanted to do was… well, never mind. But I am not spreading rumors about you. You had something unusual happen to you so naturally people are talking. But it’s not me.”
“How can I believe you?” I demanded.
Bat walked up to me, almost nose-to-nose and said in a low voice, “Because Mister Sanders, I could ruin you right now. But I don’t.” He turned and walked away.
My blood ran cold as he walked away. He’s right. He could destroy me in a heartbeat.
When I exited the lunch line, I saw a different group occupying the table where the street rod group used to sit. Steph saw me and waved at me. I hurried over to the cheerleader table.
As I sat down, Maggie said, “I heard you had quite a night last night. Are you okay?”
I nodded as I opened my juice bottle. “Yeah. I’m okay. A bit shaken is all.”
Nova gave me a hard look “I’m just glad you’re not dead.”
Susan said, “Yeah. It’d be hard to get a new cheerleader this late in the season.”
Nova opened her mouth to say something, but I held up my hand. “Spare me the lectures you guys. I know I was stupid. I’ve learned my lesson. No more bad boys for me.”
Nova grinned. “Actually, I was just going to ask you to pass the salt. But I’m glad you wised up. I was worried we’d have to have an intervention with you.”
Steph looked up. “Well crap. Not her again.”
Olivia walked right up to me and put a hand on my shoulder. “Honey, I just wanted to say how very sorry I am about your boyfriend. It’s just terrible how bad things happen to such good people. Give him a kiss for me, okay?” She smiled at me and turned to walk back to Jeff.
I stared angrily at my salad. “How can Jeff stand her?” I growled.
Nova just stared at me a moment. “How could you stand Bobby?”
I took a bite of my salad. “Touché.”
As I walked in the door, Mom was sitting on the couch with her back to me. “I’m making dinner tonight!” I announced as I closed the door.
Without turning around, Mom asked, “Chicken fried steak?"
I laughed as I set a box down on the coffee table. “Pizza!” I tossed my jacket on the floor and ran into the kitchen for a couple cans of soda. On return, I sat next to Mom.
“I’m really sorry about my behavior the past week or so. I must be the worst daughter ever.” I said with a deep sigh.
Mom opened the box and removed a slice. She said, “No. That honor still goes to your sister. But you’re a close second.”
As I got a slice of pizza, I asked Mom, “You knew I was making a mistake. Why didn’t you stop me?”
Mom frowned at me. “Oh, it’s my fault now? But honey really. If I had said anything, you would have complained how I was ruining your life and you just would have been more attracted to him. If I said you couldn’t see him, that’d just push you towards him. I didn’t realize he’d put you in physical danger like that. Otherwise, I knew you’d get tired of him. Guys like him get tiresome quick.”
“The thing is, I feel like such a schlemiel for not visiting him in the hospital. He broke up with me so he’s not actually my boyfriend anymore, but I still feel bad.”
Mom took a bite of her pizza. “I recommend not seeing him. Just when you think you’re out, he’ll just drag you back in. He’ll guilt you. He’ll make you feel like the worst person and then start telling you how to make it up to him. Then he has you again. Resist, Ronnie. Unless you want to return to being his girlfriend, resist the urge.”
I just stared at the pizza box. “You’re right. He’d just suck me right back in.”
Mom looked over at me. “You’re young, Ronnie. You’re just sixteen. Don’t get hung up on any one boy.”
After finishing my business, I was checking my make-up and hair in the girls room when Maggie entered. Today was much better than yesterday. No glares or evil looks or whispering. I looked sideways in the mirror at Maggie.
“Hey Mags. What’s up?” I asked, feeling in much better spirits than I have lately.
Maggie grinned at me. “Hey Ronnie. Have you heard the news about your boyfriend?” Maggie had to ruin my mood.
“Maggie, he’s not my boyfriend anymore,” I sighed. As I turned to look back in the mirror to freshen my lipstick, I asked, “But what about him?”
Stepping up next to me to check her make-up, Maggie said, “He was released from the hospital last night. The rumor mill has it that he’s been suspended, which isn’t surprising. So it looks like he won’t be taking you to the dance.”
Dropping my lipstick back into my purse, I said, “I wasn’t going to the dance with him anyway.”
Looking directly at me, Maggie said, “Well, rumor has it that you got down on your knees and begged forgiveness and pleaded that he take you back.”
I burst out laughing. “That’s a good one. But no. That would never happen in a gazillion years.”
Maggie turned and looked wistfully into the mirror. “But he’s rich and so good looking.”
I touched Maggie’s hand. “Promise me you won’t chase after him. Please? It’s not worth it.” I doubt I could talk her out of it once smitten. I didn’t listen.
Maggie rolled her eyes and frowned. “Like he’d be interested in me. You’re beautiful. Every boy wants you.”
“I really doubt that. Just don’t go near Bobby. He’s bad news,” I said sincerely. “I need to get to class.” I hurried out of the rest room.
Later that morning, Nova and I entered the cafeteria at the same time. After greeting, I said, “Keep an eye on Maggie. She’s gotten googelie-eyes about Bobby.”
Nova sighed heavily. “We need to nip that in the bud. But is it true you were begging Bobby to take you back.”
“No!” I said quickly. “That is most definitely not true.” I picked up a salad and a bowl of banana pudding.
As Nova reached for her salad, she said, “You know he already has a new car. Sexier than that last one.”
“Oh wow,” I exclaimed. “That was quick. I got to ride in his car. It was really nice.”
Nova gave me a knowing grin. “Did it turn you on?”
I frowned at Nova, but said, “As a matter of fact, it did.” She giggled.
Maggie was already at the table when Nova and I set our trays down.
“Hey Maggie,” greeted Nova. “I think we’re going to need to talk.”
Maggie looked over at me and scowled. “You just had to shoot off your mouth, didn’t you? Look. Chasing Bobby was just a daydream. No way am I dumping my boyfriend for Bobby. Okay? Are we clear, little miss busybodies?”
Nova frowned. “We care. Sorry. We almost lost Ronnie. Next time we might not be so lucky.”
Steph and Susan sat down together. Steph looked over at me and said, “Is it true you’re back with Bobby?”
I shook my head. Frowning at Nova, I said, “I’m going to hear this crap all day, aren’t I?”
Susan asked, “Is it true you and Bobby got married last night?” She then laughed.
Steph lightly punched Susan’s shoulder. “Don’t make fun of me!”
The rest of the day was mostly uneventful. Practice went great. Looks like we’ve nailed our skit for tomorrow’s pep rally. Everyone is excited guessing who will be announced homecoming queen at tomorrow night’s game. Nova really hopes it’s not her. And everyone’s talking about the dance on Saturday.
As I walked out of the girls gym that afternoon, I was surprised by seeing someone sitting on the floor of one of the empty halls. I couldn’t be sure, but the person on the floor kinda looked like Gary. I turned down the hall to see.
As I got closer, I could clearly see it was Gary, sitting slouched on the floor. He had his eyes closed and his head hanging. He definitely looked sad about something. He had to have heard my footsteps, but he didn’t look up.
Without being invited, I sat on the floor next to him. I pulled my knees up and rested my arms across them. “Gary? Is everything okay?”
He opened his eyes to slits and looked over at me, then closed his eyes again. “Hey Ronnie. No. Everything sucks. You can leave now.”
“What’s going on? You’re the last person I’d ever expect to see unhappy.”
Eyes still closed, Gary said, “You can’t help. So just go away.”
“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong,” I said earnestly. “Let me help.”
Gary opened his eyes and turned to scowl at me. “Geez, girl. Just because you’re beautiful doesn’t mean every guy is just going to roll over for you. I don’t want to talk about it.”
Glaring at him, incensed, I said, “Fine! You’re a friend. I just wanted to help. Excuse the hell out of me.” I started to stand up.
Gary suddenly put his hand on my knee. “No. Wait. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. Please stay.”
I eased back down on the floor. “Of course, Gary. But what’s going on?”
He grunted a sour laugh and looked over at me. “My world just came crashing down on me.” He paused a moment, then continued. “The girl I was taking to the dance, the girl I was so proud to call mine…told me to get lost and that she never intended to date me. Apparently I’m Mr. Inbetween. She’d just broken up with her last boyfriend when I started talking to her at Taco Bueno where she used to work. Now she’s found the guy of her dreams and dumped me. She even returned the dress she’d gotten from my aunt’s dress store. It reminded her of me.”
“Oh Gary. I’m so sorry,” I said sincerely. “What an awful thing to do to you and right before the dance, too. I didn’t know your aunt even owned a dress store.”
Gary shook his head. “She’s just a manager there. Blair’s Bridal. It’s the same store Olivia got her dress from. But my aunt put aside the most beautiful dress for the girl I was going to find to take to the dance. She even gave her a discount and everything.”
“What an ungrateful bitch!” I exclaimed. “I’d never lead a boy on like that!”
Squinting at me, Gary asked, “What about Bobby?”
“That’s different.” I said flatly. “What does this dress look like?”
Gary shrugged. “I dunno. It’s a dress. Why?”
Grinning, I said, “I want to see how I look in it.”
Gary looked confused. “I thought you weren’t going. Since Bobby’s out, who’s taking you to the dance?”
I smiled broadly at Gary. “You are!”
“Hey Nova. Guess what?” I squealed into the telephone.
There was a pause before Nova said, “You got back with Bobby?”
“No! No way. Get serious.” I said in disgust.
Laughing, Nova said, “I have no idea.”
“I’m going to the dance after all!” I almost shouted.
“Oh cool!” exclaimed Nova. “Do you want Tank and me to pick you up Saturday?”
“Actually, my date is going to pick me up.” I said.
Sounding surprised, Nova asked, “You have a date to the dance? Anyone I know?”
I nodded uselessly at the phone. “Yes. Gary!”
Nova sounded confused at first. “Gary? That goofball?”
“Yeah, he’s a goofball, but he’s also kinda nice when you get to know him,” I said just a little annoyed.
I then explained about what happened to his girlfriend and the dress.
Sounding shocked, Nova said, “She’s giving you the dress?”
“Yep,” I said. “As the store manager, it’s her discretion. She was at first going to give me a fifty percent discount, but after she saw how happy this was making Gary, she decided just to pay for it herself.”
“Can I come over and see it?” Nova asked anxiously.
“I’m having it altered,” I said. “She said I’m a small girl. My mom will pick it up tomorrow afternoon.”
“Aww. “I won’t get to see it until the day of the dance,” complained Nova.
I sighed. “Me either.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Nova. “Have you made an appointment with a salon yet? For your hair, make-up and nails?”
I shrugged. “No. I kinda figured it was too late to get an appointment.”
“I’ll call my salon first thing in the morning, before the pep rally and make sure they fit you in. What color is your dress?” Nova was about to go nova I think.
“It’s red,” I said. “Very red.”
Nova said, “I’ll let them know. They try to match or compliment your make-up for your dress. Okay, girl. I need to go. I’m so glad you’ll be at the dance! See you at the pep rally!” She disconnected.
The cheerleaders were all already in the field house getting the skit ready for the pep rally. My attention got re-directed when the band started to enter the field house. I waved at Gary when I saw him walk in holding his trombone. As he was placing his music on the stand in front of his chair, I walked up and touched his hand.
“Hey Gary,” I said with a grin.
Gary smiled back. “Hey babe.” He turned to his fellow trombone players and whoever would listen and said, “Guys, please take note that I’m now dating a cheerleader. Not just A cheerleader, but the cutest one.”
One of the boys whose hair hung down over his eyes and his pimple farm was having a bumper crop grinned. “Kewel. The Gar-meister rules.”
Looking confused, another of his friends asked, “How the hell did you manage to steal her from that asshole Far-twat?”
A girl holding a clarinet turned around and shook her head at me. “You dumped one of the cutest boys at school to date this dweeb?” She then smirked at me, “Well, you are a cheerleader.” Several girls in the clarinet section laughed
Gary pointed his horn at the clarinet girl and a loud Blat! sound came out of it.
Shaking his head, Gary said, “Don’t listen to them. They’re just jealous! Oh. And my aunt said there’ll be no problem finishing the alterations after lunch. She’ll call your mom when it’s ready.”
A French horn player behind Gary looked at me and exclaimed, “You got your dress from Blair’s? They’ve got the cutest dresses.” She then frowned. “And the most expensive.”
Gary smiled wide and said, “I spare no expense for my girl!”
I chuckled and said, “She gave it to you.”
The French horn girl and few others giggled.
Looking serious, Gary inclined his head towards me. “Ronnie, you gotta learn to play ball with me, okay?”
Students began filing into the field house. To Gary I said, “It’s show time. I need to get back to the squad.”
Gary grinned and said, “Go out there and break a leg!”
I turned back to Gary and exclaimed, “I won’t be able to dance on Saturday!”
Gary frowned. “Okay. Don’t do that.” He pointed at clarinet girl. “Break her leg.” I laughed and turned to run back to the other girls.
After the football players were seated, the principal made a few general announcements. She then announced a reminder of the dance Saturday night at the ballroom of the posh Gildersleave’s Hotel and the winner of the homecoming queen contest will be announced at half-time at tonight’s game. Us, the band and the football team marched through the halls twice. And to everyone’s surprise, Tank didn’t try to run off with any girls under his arms.
As we sat down with our lunch trays, Nova looked down the table at the other girls and said, “Ladies, I’d say we totally nailed it at the pep rally. Coach said we did great. And Tank told me that spirits are high on the team. Everyone is very positive about the game tonight. Everyone’s hopeful we’ll make it to state this year.”
Susan said, “Well, we still haven’t played D-Goggins High yet.”
Nova sighed. “Don’t hit me with them negative waves, girl.”
Steph looked up. “Speaking of negative waves…”
“Hey girls!” exclaimed Olivia. Looking at Nova she said, “I may not have time later, so I wanted to go ahead and say condolences for losing the homecoming queen title. Better luck next year. Tah.” She turned to walk over to the team’s table to sit next to Jeff.
Maggie shook her head. “She’s such a bitch.”
Cindy, who is usually pretty quiet asked, “So Nova. Are you wearing your dress tonight for the announcement?”
Nova chuckled. “Nope! I get to stay in my uniform. I’m not walking across that turf in heels!”
Steph nudged me between cheers. “I don’t know if you care, but Bobby is in the student section.”
I shrugged. “I’m not going to go talk to him. It’s funny, he can afford to buy tickets on the fifty, but he’s in the free student section. And you’re right. I don’t care.” Would I be able to resist him? I certainly hope so.
Coach Martin clapped her hands to get our attention. “Girls! We’re coming up on half-time. Get everything together now that we need for the boys to run through at the start of the second half. We won’t have time after the homecoming queen announcement. Nova! Go grab Tank and get in line with the other contestants. Now, girl!”
Tank was Nova’s escort. He didn’t have to wear a tux as he was already wearing his uniform, same as Nova. Game-wise, everyone was on edge with the score zip to eleven. We had the zip. I felt sorry Trace and the other players. I’m sure the coach was really jumping on their case.
The squad gathered on the sideline opposite from where Nova and Tank was standing in the lineup. Two other members of the football team as well as Jeff were escorts as well. I bet the coach just hated that. Olivia was posing like a movie star.
The principal walked out onto the field along with two girls from the homecoming committee, and last year’s queen. The girls were decked out in evening dresses while the principal actually wore an evening gown. The noisy stadium quieted down to a dull roar.
The principal lifted her microphone and said, “May I have everyone’s attention, please? In just a moment I’ll be announcing the lovely young lady who will be crowned our new homecoming queen. But first I want to thank tonight’s sponsors, Gildersleave’s Hotel and Taco Bueno.”
She then announced the two runners up. The first name was a girl from the dance team. Her escort was some guy no one on the squad knew who he was. The next name got a big cheer from the squad. It was Nova! The squad jumped and shouted and Nova had a huge grin on her face. The football team would have cheered, but they were all somewhere getting yelled at by the coach.
The principal waited for the applause for Nova to settle down. She said into the microphone, “And now, the moment we’ve all been waiting for. It is my honor and pleasure to announce the winner for this year’s homecoming crown, Miss Olivia Bergmann!”
Applause erupted in the stands as Olivia stepped forward to receive a bouquet of roses from the principal. Last year’s winner stepped up to place the crown on Olivia’s head. Since we all knew Olivia was going to win, Nova had told the squad to show good sportsmanship and cheer her win, which we did. I don’t think anyone paid any attention to her short acceptance speech.
I did look up when they allowed Jeff to say a few words as well. Jeff grinned and simply said, “That’s not the only win you’ll see tonight!” That brought a big cheer from the stands. It was actually bigger than what Olivia got. The squad was jumping and cheering.
And we won. By two points.
I was shocked when Trace picked me up and put me on his shoulders, after Tank had done the same to Nova. We gathered near the student section for all the players and the squad and dance teams to sing the alma mater and fight song to the dwindling crowd at the stadium. The local media got video of the several players with cheerleaders on their shoulders while we cheered. Everyone was psyched. I wanted to hug Gary, but the band was already loading their bus.
I was taken aback when I saw a lone figure in the stands. Bobby was glaring at me with his arms folded. I tried to ignore him.
We were finally unloaded in the school parking lot. I ran up excitedly to Gary and hugged him.
“Did you want to go to Rosa’s with the rest of the gang?” I asked after I kissed him.
“Of course!” grinned Gary. “Do you want to ride with me or your friends?”
I laughed. “With you, silly.”
He took my hand and led me across the parking lot to his Kia. Okay, so it’s not a nine hundred horse power muscle car. It still got us over to Rosa’s.
When we entered the restaurant, it was already loud and rowdy. Nova waved us over to their table. I noticed Jeff and Olivia weren’t there.
Tank reached out and shook Gary’s hand. Tank totally dwarfed Gary
Laughing, Tank said, “So you’re the one who stole Ronnie’s heart, eh? You better take care of that little girl.”
Gary didn’t shrink back. Grinning, he said, “Oh, I’m going to.”
Nova was about to say something when she glanced to one side with concern on her face. A hand suddenly came down on Gary’s shoulder.
“Get lost, asshole! That’s my girl.” I turned to see Bobby with Lumpy behind him for support. He had several recent scratches marring his gorgeous face. Glaring at me, Bobby shouted, “Get up, Ronnie. You’re my girl. You’re coming with me!”
I put my hand on Gary’s hand and coldly said, “I’m not your girl, Bobby. You dumped me, remember? And your mother dumped me. Just go away.”
Bobby shook his head. “Those were mistakes. You’re my girl and I’m taking you out of here.”
Gary stood up and calmly said, “I’m sorry, bucko. But Ronnie is my date tonight.”
Bobby raised his fist and took a step towards Gary. Bobby growled, “You little…”
Every member of the team stood along with Tank and took a step towards Bobby. The blood quickly drained from Lumpy’s face.
Not backing down, Gary said, “You heard the lady.”
Bobby looked from Gary to me to Tank and back to me. “I’ll see you tomorrow at the dance.”
Nova said, “We’ll have security deny you entrance.”
Bobby looked at Nova and laughed. “My dad owns the Gildersleave’s hotel.” He laughed again as he turned and left.
Nova looked at me and said, “Well shit.”
“Have you tried on your dress yet?” asked Nova over the phone.
“Oh yeah!” I exclaimed. “It fits great. Mom had to help me zip it up in the back.”
Nova laughed. “That’s great. Talk about the last minute! I’ll be over this afternoon at two to take us to the salon. We’re getting the works. I hope you can help me out on that.”
I leaned back into my chair at my desk. “No problem. Mom’s already agreed. Hand me the receipt and Mom will pay half.”
There was a pause and then Nova said, “Are you excited? This is your first real dance as a girl.”
I laughed. “This is my first real dance period. And yes! I’m very excited. And I don’t even know how to dance.”
“I doubt Gary knows how either!” chuckled Nova.
“I am worried about Bobby showing up. It’s not like we can just toss the owner’s son out.” I said feeling genuinely nervous.
Nova said, “Actually, I called the manager of the hotel this morning. He assured me that no one, not even Bobby will be allowed to disrupt the dance.”
“That’s pretty ballsy, Nova,” I exclaimed.
Nova sighed. “We have to make sure you’re protected.”
Annoyed, I said, “I know I’m on the petite side, but I’m not some helpless delicate flower than needs constant protection.”
In a serious voice, Nova said, “Seriously, Ronnie, you really are. If Bobby shows up today and carries you home and discover you’re not quite the girl he expected, that’d be pretty much the end of all of us. You, me, Coach Martin, the principal, Jeff and Tank. And now Gary as well. We have a tight little conspiracy here that could unravel very quickly.”
I frowned at the phone. “I guess I just won’t go to the dance. Too dangerous.”
With a groan, Nova said, “You’re going to the dance. Just don’t go home with Bobby.”
“Can I resist him?” I asked. “I still have a thing for him.”
“How can you say that?” exclaimed Nova. “You have a cute new boyfriend who genuinely likes you. Just forget Bobby, okay? Okay?”
“Okay! Sheesh.”
Nova chuckled. “See you around two-ish.” She disconnected.
“Why are you so nervous?” asked Nova. “You’ve been to this salon before.”
I shrugged. “I dunno. It just seems weird for a guy to go to a beauty parlor.”
Nova gave me a curious look. “What guy are you taking in there?”
I pointed at my very flat chest. “Me.”
Nova smirked and waved her hand dismissively. “I thought you were serious for a moment. Now get your butt out of my car and let’s go get beautiful.”
The woman behind the counter smiled as we entered. “Good afternoon, ladies. You’re just a bit early for your appointments. Give the girls about five more minutes and then they’ll be ready for you.”
After a few minutes wait, we were called back to that girls only sanctuary. I got the same woman as last time. I knew what to expect this time as my neck was bent back more than it should so my hair could be washed.
Flashing a big smile, she said, “It’s only been a month or so since your last visit but your hair has started to grow out. Do you want to keep the length?”
I couldn’t nod with my head bent back into the sink so I just said, “Yes. I’m trying to grow it out.”
“Well, you really don’t have to try. It grows out all on it’s own.” She giggled.
As before, I thoroughly enjoyed the pampering and attention I received. I love having my hair being tended to while I sit and relax. And then there’s the make-up. There’s no way I could accomplish all the shaping and contouring and whatever the hell else they’re doing to my face. And it still didn’t really feel heavy.
Nova had finished before me and was waiting in the lobby when I came out. She stood up with an ear-to-ear grin when she saw me. I was a bit taken aback when I saw her. I’ve always felt that she was very cute but now she was an incredible beauty.
She walked up to me and exclaimed, “Oh Ronnie! You’re absolutely gorgeous! And I love what they did with your hair. You look just amazing!” One thing I wasn’t sure about when they told me what they were going to do, was the red lipstick. I always considered red to be a bit too bold for me. And this lipstick was certainly bold. They told me it’s smudge proof. I guess I’ll find out.
I smiled, afraid my make-up would just crack and fall off. “You look fantastic yourself, Nova. I don’t think our boyfriends deserve us.”
Nova laughed. “Don’t you just love being a woman?”
I nodded. “I have to admit I do.”
Nova dropped me off at my house a short time later. As I entered the house, I shouted, “Mom! I’m home! Come take a look!”
When Mom came into the living room, she almost stumbled. “Ronnie! Oh my God. Just look at you! You’ve transformed into a beautiful young woman!” She walked up and gave me a big hug, being careful not to disturb my make-up.
“Thank you, Mom.” I said as we hugged.
Mom loaned me her dangly earrings and necklace. I used a little of the perfume she’d given me a few weeks ago. About a half hour before I expected Gary to arrive, Mom helped me into my dress. I slipped on my matching, red strappy high heel sandals and picked up the matching clutch purse.
I pirouetted in front of Mom. “How do I look?”
Mom was almost in tears looking at me. “You’re stunning, Ronnie. My little girl is all grown up.” Not sure when she considered me her little girl, but I wasn’t going to say anything. I have to admit that I’d never felt so feminine before.
The doorbell rang and I froze. “Oh my God, Mom! He’s here!”
Mom said, “Just relax, honey. I’ll get the door.”
She opened the door and Gary stood in the doorway, looking quite handsome in his rented tux. He said, “Hello, Mrs. Sanders. I’m here to pick up Ronnie.”
Mom opened the door wider. “Please come in.”
Gary took a few steps into the house and stopped dead in his tracks with the strangest expression on his face. “Ronnie. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said with sense of awe. “You look amazing!”
Embarrassed, I said, “Thank you, Gary. You look very handsome.” And he combed his hair!
Gary was holding a plastic box. He walked up to me. He strangely seemed nervous. He opened the box and said, “This is for you.” It was a beautiful wrist corsage made of pink carnations. I smiled at him as he slid it on my wrist.
Gary reached for my hand. “I guess we should go?”
Mom quickly said, “Not until I get some pictures of you two. Such a lovely couple.”
Gary smiled at my Mom. “And thank you ma’am for allowing me to take your gorgeous daughter to the dance. It is quite an honor for me. It’s obvious where she gets her great beauty from.”
Flattered, Mom said, “Thank you. Have her back home by midnight.” I thought about saying that that was when I turned back into being a boy, but why ruin the moment.
Holding my hand, Gary led me to his car. As he helped into his Kia (which was freshly washed) I noticed a gun metal 4X4 pickup truck rumble by.
Gary found a parking spot not too far from the hotel’s entrance. Ever the gentleman, he opened my door for me and helped me out of the car. Wearing a short dress and high heels is difficult getting in or out of a car without flashing everyone. I was grateful for Gary’s assistance.
Gary took my hand and led me across the parking lot. I couldn’t help but feel that a guy leading you by the hand is a mild way of showing dominance. Gary may not even be conscious of it. I really don’t mind a boy leading me by my hand, but I do feel clearly subordinate.
When we entered the hotel lobby, at first we had no idea where to go. Then we saw the signs pointing the way. The lobby was relatively quiet, but as we approached the ballroom, we began to hear music from the DJ. Does anybody do live bands anymore?
The ballroom wasn’t brightly lit. There were several disco balls hanging from the ceiling. Between the DJ and all the kids, it was very noisy.
Upon entering the ball room, we had to stop at a table by the door. The principal and several teachers were seated where we had to sign in and get a name badge. Gary signed in and it only took a few moments of digging around for one of the teachers to find his name tag.
The teacher helping me looked confused as she looked through her boxes of name tags. “I’m sorry, dear. The only tag close to your name is this boy named Ron Sanders. Is that your brother?”
Well shit!
The principal held out her hand. “Let me see that. I think that’s a mistake. Let me look. Oh! Here it is. A name tag for Miss Ronnie Sanders. Here you go, hon.” She handed me the name tag. She winked at me.
The teacher who had had my boy tag and looked confused. “Why did you have that? I have all the ‘S’ tags.”
The principal shrugged. “Seems we have to have a screw up every year.”
The teacher looked over at the principal. “I don’t recall a screw up last year. Oh well.” She looked back at me. “Enjoy the dance sweetie. That is a very beautiful dress.”
I smiled and said, “Thank you.”
As Gary led me away from the table, I said, “Look for Nova or Tank. She wanted us to sit with them.”
Gary laughed. “If she wasn’t taller than you, I’d think you two were twins the way you do everything together.”
I shrugged. “She’s my mentor. Oh, there she is!” I pointed.
Again, leading me by my hand, Gary led me across the ball room floor to the table Nova and Tank were sitting. I looked around as we approached the table and saw a table set up close to the DJ where the homecoming queen and Jeff were sitting. Giving the devil her due, Olivia did look very regal and Jeff did look very happy.
Nova grinned at me. “Wow, Ronnie. In that dress you look awesome. I’m surprised the hotel isn’t catching on fire you’re so hot.” Tank greeted me and Gary and Gary greeted Tank and Nova.
Gary said, “Lot of people here tonight. Looks like half the football team.”
Tank said, “I think almost all of us said they’d come. The whole squad will be here, right Nova?”
My eyes went wide as a particular couple approached. “Oh my God! I don’t believe it!” I stood up. Not knowing why, Gary stood up as well.
“Bat!” I exclaimed. “This… this is quite a surprise.” Bat was dressed smartly in a tux, which in and of itself wouldn’t be a surprise. It was who he was holding hands with. It was another boy who I had seen around school but didn’t really know, who was also dressed in a tux.
Grinning, Bat said, “Hi Ronnie. Have you met Sam?”
Gary shook hands with both Bat and Sam. Nova just stared in disbelief.
Giggling, I said, “No. Hello Sam. Bat, I never really thought that you were um uh…”
With a grin, Bat said, “Gay? Actually a few weeks back, and Sam knows this so it doesn’t hurt his feelings, I was going to ask you to this dance, but that’s when you fell in love with Jeff. It kinda pissed me off. I know it shouldn’t. I thought I could make you jealous by asking Nova to the dance, but that didn’t work either. Anyway, that opened the door for Sam.”
Gary nudged me and asked, “Since we’re all here, why don’t you explain how Tony got the nick name of Bat Guano?”
I shook my head. “No. I told you before. It’s a stupid story and rather lame.”
Bat grunted a laugh. “No. Go ahead Ronnie. Tell everyone what you did to me.”
I sighed. “Okay. But remember I told you it was lame and stupid. Back in middle school, Tony and I and others of course, we in a school play set in the wild west. Tony was supposed to be the play’s hero and he was set to make a grand entrance. My line was ‘Look! It’s Bat Masterson!’ but for some reason it came out as ‘Look! It’s Bat Guano!’. Which caused the audience as well as everyone on stage to laugh. Remember we were all kids. The name stuck. Poor Tony never forgave me for ruining his big moment. I told you it was stupid.”
Gary chuckled.
Bat folded his arms and asked, “Now that we’ve cleared the air on that, could you please stop calling me ‘Bat’?”
I laughed. “Sure thing Tony. It was kind of silly to keep calling you that anyway.”
Tony bowed slightly towards me. “And I have to say, you are very beautiful tonight. More so than Olivia actually.”
I giggled. “Thank you. But let’s don’t get carried away.”
As Tony and Sam walked away, Gary said, “You’re right. That was lame.”
I whacked Gary’s shoulder with my clutch. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and go get us some punch?”
Gary grinned. “Yes m’lady! Punch coming right up.” He then wandered quickly over to the punch bowl and snacks. Tank was already there doing the same thing for Nova. I sighed and sat down next to Nova.
Nova looked over at Tony and Sam as they mingled with some other friends. “What was all that about with Bat?”
I smiled at her. “Just talking about old times. And we’re calling him Tony now.”
Before she could say anything else, Gary and Tank returned with our punch and a snack. The punch and snack was good, but I was using it to delay getting out on the dance floor. I’ve never tried dancing before. Only once in middle school with a girl. Now I have the reversal which just makes it worse having to dance backwards in heels.
Nova set her punch cup down and said, “Are you ever going to ask me to dance?”
Gary pretended to adjust his bow tie and said, “May I have this dance?”
Nova laughed. “Not you!” She punched Tank in the arm. “This guy. Though save me a place.”
Tank slowly stood up. “Okay, let’s get this chore out of the way.” He touched Nova’s hand. “How about a dance, babe?”
Nova grinned. “How can a girl pass up an invitation like that?”
As Tank and Nova stepped away to get on the dance floor, Gary nodded towards them. He asked, “Would you like to dance? I believe that’s why we’re here.”
I grinned nervously. “Okay. I’ll admit it. I’m scared. I have no idea how to dance.”
Gary nodded. “Me either. But it seems a shame to waste all this music and dance floor.” He stood up and took my hand. “May I have this dance with the most beautiful woman here?”
I smiled weakly at him and stood up. “I would love to.”
Taking my hand, Gary led me out to the dance floor. For a moment, we just stood there while people danced around us.
Gary grinned at me. “I’ve seen this done in the movies. I think you hold my right hand with your left. I put one hand on your waist and you put your other hand on my shoulder. And then we just rock back and forth. Does that work?”
I smiled at Gary. “You’re goofy.”
As we started swaying back and forth, Gary chuckled. “I resemble that remark.” He stared directly into my eyes as his smile broadened. “You really are an exceptional beauty.” I’m still not sure if I’ll ever get used to a boy saying I’m beautiful, but I’m working on it.
After we pretended to dance for a couple of songs, someone stepped up to Gary and asked, “May I cut in?” Gary nodded and stepped aside so the other boy could take his place. That other boy was Jeff.
Jeff grinned at me. “I just had to dance with the most beautiful girl here.”
I smiled at him. “Aren’t you here with Olivia?”
Jeff nodded. “But you radiate an inner beauty no other girl here can match. You look amazing in this dress.” I smiled at him as he drew me a little closer to him. God I miss being held by Jeff. Breathing in his scent and gazing into his eyes.
“My turn!” I looked over to see Trace tapping Jeff’s shoulder.
As Trace took Jeff’s place, he said, “You look great tonight, Ronnie. You should dress this way at school.”
I laughed. “Yeah, right!”
We danced for a song. Trace was actually a good dancer.
And then my arm was gruffly grabbed and I was jerked away from Trace causing me to almost stumble.
“I’m cutting in! She’s my girl anyway!” snarled Bobby as he tightly held my arm. Bobby was dressed in a tux.
“Bobby!” I exclaimed. “Let me go!” Everyone on the dance floor suddenly stopped dancing. The DJ halted the music.
“You’re my girl! You dance with me!” declared Bobby, his eyes flashing.
“I’m not your girl!” I growled. I twisted my arm and managed to escape his grasp.
Bobby tried to grab my hand. “You need to come with me, bitch. I’ve made plans for us.”
Gary, Tank, Jeff and Trace and several boys started to approach us. I waved them back. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to get into trouble by starting a fight over me.
I stared directly into Bobby’s eyes. Coldly, I said, “I know what your plans for me are, you piece of shit. I know all about the bet you made claiming you’d rape me at the dance. Give it up, Bobby. It’s not happening.”
I watched curiously as a middle aged man, flanked by two rather large men dressed in tuxes, walked up and took Bobby by the arm. “Robert. You need to come with me.”
Bobby turned a hateful glare to the man. “Get lost, Wilson! Just wait until I tell my father you interfered with me!” Bobby tugged against the man’s grip.
Wilson said, “Sir, your father instructed me to remove you from the ballroom. Your choice. Walk out with me or suffer the embarrassment of being forcefully removed by security.”
Looking wild-eyed, with nostrils flaring, Bobby looked at the two men standing beside Wilson. He nodded. “Let’s go.”
As Wilson started to lead Bobby away, he turned towards me and shouted, “I’m not done with you!”
Gary has moved behind me and put his arms around me. Jeff stepped up next to me and shouted, “You ever. I mean ever, touch this little girl, you’ll have to answer to all of us.”
As soon as Bobby left the ballroom, Tank turned to the DJ and shouted, “Music, Maestro, please!”
The DJ started playing his music again with the background murmur of people talking about what just happened. Everyone started to resume dancing.
I was shaking. Gary held me tight. Jeff walked up to us. To me he asked, “Are you okay?” I nodded, on the verge of tears. To Gary he said, “Take good care of this little girl. She’s special.”
Gary said, “Oh, I will.”
I said quietly, “Maybe I should just go home.”
Gary shook his head. “And deny me the honor of dancing with the most gorgeous woman at the ball? That would be cruel indeed.” Gary seemed to have a flare for the melodramatic.
I smiled weakly. “I’d love to dance with you, Gary.”
Gary led me out to the middle of the dance floor and he put his hand on my waist and held my other hand and we began to dance. In a whisper, not really talking to Gary, I said, “I should go back to being a boy and being invisible.”
Gary held me closer as we danced. I noticed everyone was clearing a wide space around us on the dance floor. Suddenly we were caught in a spot light. Oh my God. Everyone was watching us dance!
Gary drew me close to him. He whispered in my ear, “Please promise me one thing.”
We stopped dancing and he bent me over and kissed me deeply; a long, toe curling kiss. There was applause around the room. When we came back up for air, I put my arms around his neck.
“Promise you what?” I asked.
Gary grinned at me. “Stay a girl.” He kissed me deeply again.
People started dancing around us as we continued to kiss. We kissed for a very long time.
Okay. I admit. I love being a girl. Well, shit…