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Subject: {ASSM} She Had the Flare (mf teen rom, Part 1)
Date: Fri,  2 Aug 2002 05:10:04 -0400
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She Had the Flare (mf teen rom, Part 1)
By Evan Richardson
(C) 2002 Evan Richardson

She must have been a new student. I mean, I don't
remember her ever being in the school before, and
that's saying something. Let me start out by
explaining something about my school. It's small as
hell. I think the last time I heard any type of count;
we had about 350 or 400 kids. Like I said...small as
hell.
	Anyway, back to the girl I saw. She was stunningly
beautiful. She walked with a certain flare to her
step, and had something of an exotic flare. Well,
certainly exotic for the middle of no where in Maine.
She was probably the daughter of some hotshot
executive of the bio-chemical manufacturer based
somewhere outside of town. Most of the kids would have
ended up at the public school, but she was special.
Obviously she was special. She caught my attention.
	Don't get me wrong now, I'm not some type of vain
teenager here, of course I'm not. It just takes a lot
to get my attention away from my studies. I can tell
you one thing, I'm not ugly. Some might call me
handsome; a select few may consider me "hot." At the
time I was 5'9, 140 lbs. I was 16 years old, and I
thought I was ripped. I could even bench press 120
lbs. When you're 16, that type of thing usually
impresses the ladies, but most likely it impressed
yourself even more. I mean, wow, 120 lbs is such a big
amount of weight.
	Anyway back to my story. I saw her walking by me, and
I was about to talk to her. Unfortunately, it being
the first day of school and all, one of my friends
just had to tap me on the shoulder at that exact
moment. I don't remember who it was. I just remember
how fucking pissed I was at him for doing so. I mean,
who in the fucking hell did he think he is anyway? I
was just about to make my first move on a girl of the
year, and he had to fuck it up already. Just my god
damned luck...
					* * * 
	Unfortunately for me, first hour really sucked. Math,
and I had the old hag for a teacher, Mrs. Skully. I
don't even know how the stupid bitch had gotten
married at some point in her life. I just know that
her husband died at age 39 of a heart attack. It
wouldn't have surprised me if she had driven him to
it. She was teaching Advanced Pre-Calc this year, and
I know that past students sometimes spent up to seven
hours a night deciphering her notes trying to
understand them in time for the next days "pop quiz."
There was always a quiz the next day. Not exactly pop
if you ask me. More like pop-shit, I fucked up another
one.
	 Anyway, I actually lucked out in my second hour
class. Not only did the teacher actually seem sane,
but the object of my affection happened to be in my
class. I gave her a quick stare. Geez, if I didn't
know any better I was falling love. Then again, I'm
sure my other class mates were feeling the same way. I
noticed about half-a-dozen stares heading her way, and
the other half-dozen turned to look when the others
had finally finished there gawking stares. 
	I finally figured out her name during attendance.
Shandra Davis. She was hot, I'll give her that much.
Damn, I needed to talk to her. I didn't want to be a
stalker though. Obviously with the attention the other
guys were paying her, she was to have many of those by
the end of that day. Well, at least that's what I
thought.
	Third hour was a bore, and then came lunch. Before I
went out to the typical hangout, I saw her standing by
herself near what I guessed was her locker. She had a
frown on her face, and in my opinion looked as if she
was about to cry. I approached her. I don't know why,
but my heart actually skipped a beat. I'll always
remember that she was the only girl to ever cause that
reaction within me.
	"Shandra isn't it?" I asked with a nervous smile. Boy
did I feel like a moron. Horrible first words to a
girl I actually liked.
	"What do you care? You're like all the others aren't
you?" A tear actually started to flow from her right
eye. My heart sank, and I almost felt tears coming on
myself.
	"All the other what? Shandra, I just wanted to take
you out for lunch. You look lonely, and I'd like to be
your friend. Only if you allow me to be." She looked
up at me and glared.
	"Uh-huh. I'm sure you'd say anything just to get what
you want from me. Do you realize that someone already
tried to cop a feel from me today? Some school you got
here asshole."
	I was stunned, I just asked her a simple question,
and was actually being sincere with her, and she
basically slapped me in the face. I was almost
surprised that she didn't, considering how pissed she
was...
	She started to walk away, but before I could even
think I blurted out the one thing I could say in this
situation that would make her feel better.
	"I know what its like to be new...I know what its like
not to have one ally in the world. I know what its
like to be ripped away from life and be placed in this
hell hole of a school." She turned back around and
looked at me. Her eyes probed mine, and she must have
seen that I was telling the truth.
	"You really do? Oh, my god. I'm so sorry."
	"Its alright I guess. I just don't want to see you
lonely like this. Come on...lunch?"
	"Thank you." She walked with me to my car, but we
both remained silent.
					* * *
	There was some truth in what I told Shandra in the
hall way to convince her to come with me. In the
spring of my freshman year I had been thrown into this
school against my will. The story...well, it will come
up later I guess. But there are more important details
at this time, so I should probably get to them.
	We arrived at my car, and I opened up the door for
Shandra. She cautiously sat down, still not knowing
what to expect from me. The silence during the walk
was almost defeaning. I felt bad for her and honestly
didn't know what to say. I also felt bad about my line
of thinking when I first saw her. I mean, I think most
guys, at least at age 16, measure up a girl as to how
well they'd be in bed when they first see one. I was
gonna put on all the macho moves, but then got side
tracked by her little performance in the hall. Hell, I
don't blame her. With the amount of lame nuts that go
to this school, I'm sure quite a few would be stupid
enough to feel her up on first contact. I wouldn't
have gone that far. No gentleman would have. I just
would have probably approached her differently. I'm
glad she gave me reason not to.
	While I was deep in thought, I caught Shandra looking
over at me from the corner of my eye. "Well, are you
gonna turn the car on, or are we going to sit in this
god damned car the whole lunch period." She glared at
me and I guess a horrific look must have formed on my
face. The next thing I knew her glare melted into a
smile and then she burst out laughing. "I was only
kidding. Geez, I'm sorry about that in there. I'm
usually not a drama queen. It was just that...well...some
of those creeps caught me off guard and I didn't know
what to make of you. I noticed you staring at me this
morning in the hall way, and I thought you were just
going to do the same to me." I blushed deep red.
"Don't worry about it. I was flattered at the time.
Just those jerks really freaked me out. And oh yeah,
your right I am Shandra. And you, if I paid attention
correctly in class are Jake."
	She was right. "I certainly am. Jake Hundfield is my
full name. Well, come on lets get going." I started
the car and backed out of my spot. I knew a great
restaurant nearby and figured we could get away with
it considering it was the first day. Attendance to
classes wasn't exactly mandatory on the first day...just
expected. By junior year, most of us knew how to bend
the rules at the Academy.
	"So, where are you from?" I figured this was the best
question you can start a conversation when you're
talking to someone who just moved in.
	She sighed. "I'm from New York City. I lived there
since I was four years old. I'm not used to this small
town life crap. I moved here about two weeks ago,
before school started, and here I am now. I'm just
beginning to meet the locals. So far, I don't like."
She frowned and looked down at her shoes.
	"You just have to know who to associate with I
guess."
	"Do I really?" She smiled again at me, a quick
nervous glance up at my face and then she returned her
gaze back to her feet. "I think I know who already."
She trailed off.
	"Honestly this place is not bad. Well, I guess for
someone from New York City it is. It wasn't much of a
picnic for me either. I moved here from San Diego."
	"Geez, at least I didn't move that far. I can still
drive down to NYC if I want. How did you deal with
it."
	"I don't know, it just happens. Trust me though, it
will happen for you."
	"If this is any indication, I think I'm well on my
way." She rubbed my arm very lightly and only for a
brief second, but it was at that point I realized I
had a very legitimate chance of finally finding a girl
that I would actually like to date. The best part is
that she seemed to take an easy liking to me also.
	We arrived at the restaurant a few minutes later. It
was an Italian hole in the wall, probably better
described as a mom-and-pop shop, but we actually
called it the Italian hole in the wall so it has stuck
through the years.
	"Wow this place looks nice!"
	"Yeah, I hope you don't' mind, I thought Italian
would be nice for lunch."
	"No, I absolutely love Italian! You're incredibly
sweet, did you know that?" She once again smiled at
me. I couldn't help but smile back at her.
	"Yeah, I guess I am. But don't tell anyone, it would
be a big surprise with the rest of the school."
	"What? You mean you aren't always like this?" I
stared at her with a dead serious look, and then
smiled once again. I think she got the hint, I mean
she almost burst out laughing. I said we should get
going or we'd be late getting back to school.
	We sat down at a booth in the back and we both
ordered some grinder sandwiches. I suggested this
because if need be, we could take our sandwiches back
to school if time really started to get out of hand. I
glanced at my watch a couple of times. We still had
about an hour, and the restaurant was five minutes
away from the school. Tons of time, even with the
notoriously slow service, I thought to myself.
	We talked for about fifteen minutes, and our
sandwiches arrived. The waitress was someone I've had
many times when I came into the restaurant and smiled
at me. "Why Jake, you never told me you had a
girlfriend. My what a cutie."
	I looked over at Shandra, but before I could get a
word out of my mouth, Shandra replied to her. "Why
thank you very much, but I think the real cutie over
here is Jake."
	"Looks like you two are made for each other." The
waitress walked off and we were left with our two
sandwiches and my shocked expression.
	She smiled at me and said, "I hope not to be forward,
but you know I like you, and I'm starting to get the
idea that you like me," She put her hand on top of
mine, "I mean why not? It would certainly be easier to
adjust if I had a `boyfriend.' Nothing serious I mean,
just someone I could hang out with and trust. Would
that be ok?" Her eyes pleaded with me, and I wasn't
about to say no to her.
	"Of course its ok Shandra. I'm looking forward to
getting to know you."
	"Thank you, of course nothing serious. I don't think
I'm ready for anything like that yet. Just a good
friend."
	"Of course."
						* * *
	We arrived back at school about five minutes before
our next class started. She looked down at her shoes
again. "So what class do you have next?"
	She glanced at me again, "I have American
History...With Mackey I think. Room 210?"
	"Yeah, that would be the room number. I have
Photography next, so I guess I'm gonna have to leave
you here. But wait." I took out a pad of paper from my
backpack and wrote down my phone number and AIM
account on it. "Feel free to call me or IM me anytime.
I'll see you tomorrow in second hour."
	"I can't wait..." She began to walk off toward her
class but she turned around for a second walked back
up to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you for
being so sweet." She once again started toward her
class and I just stood there slack jawed and confused.
What had I gotten myself into?
***
To be continued...

Thanks for reading this story. First week of it had to
be a no sex edition, because I really wanted to get
the idea out in the open and see what type of response
I would get. Getting any father than this sexually
would be another week of writing at least. If you like
the story, have any suggestions or comments, please
e-mail me at evan_richardso@yahoo.com and I'll
definitely read them, take them into account and
probably reply. Notice I said, suggestions or
comments, and I mean constructive comments...flames need
not reply. Thanks for reading and check back next week
for part two. :)

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