I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. While I cared for all of them greatly, I didn’t want to bounce from bed to bed. As much fun as that would be, I had found something with Brook that made me want to be a one-woman man. Then Peggy invaded my personal space, which made me pay attention to her.
“Let’s take this in baby steps,” she said, to use my words against me. “It’s actually that time of the month for me. Would you be willing to just cuddle with me until I fall asleep?”
“Sure.”
Who knew ‘cuddling’ meant you stripped down to your boxers? Mr. Happy didn’t care that the big brain was attached to a ‘stupid boy.’ He knew that Peggy had been my crush since middle school. She discovered my problem and reached into my boxers to fish out my growing member.
When she wrapped her fingers around me, a groan slipped out of my throat. Oh, yeah. There’s nothing better than the feel of a woman’s hand on your package.
Nope, I was wrong. Peggy’s tongue found Mr. Happy, and holy shit, it was so much better than her hand.
I did what every guy does in that situation: I fell asleep as soon as she finished taking care of the problem she had caused.
◊◊◊ Tuesday January 17
Paul took me to school today because I had to be there early. I headed straight to the training room and found Doc Grog with Mr. Hasting, our head trainer. I received a thorough physical, and then they made me do range-of-motion exercises to check how my side and hip had healed. They followed that with a lot of unnecessary poking and prodding.
“Looks good,” Doc Grog said.
“So, no restrictions?” Mr. Hasting asked.
“No. He’s good to go.”
I gave them a tight smile and made a hasty exit before they decided to torture me any further. I’d just gotten to my gym locker when my phone rang.
“Hey, it’s Tim.”
“I know. I have Caller ID, dumbass,” I shot back.
“Where are you?”
“The locker room. I had to come in early to get cleared by Doc Grog,” I explained, and then got curious. “Why do you need to know where I am?”
“Dare can’t find you, and he said that you blocked him from calling you or sending you text messages,” Tim explained.
“Oh.”
“I’m sending him your way,” Tim said and chuckled.
Everyone found it amusing that I’d taken the little misfit under my wing last fall. It wasn’t what a typical jock would do. At most high schools, Dare would be a prime candidate for getting stuffed into a locker.
Smart, shy kids who skipped several grade levels tended to get picked on, and Dare had been a target at his previous school. When he first came to Lincoln High, he would barely talk to me because of that.
A minute later, Dare came rushing into the locker room. When he saw me, I could see the tension leave his body. I guess I was his bodyguard of sorts. I wondered how he survived a week without me being at school.
Behind him, the three amigos, Phil, Yuri, and Roc, came in arguing about something.
“Not that I really want to know,” Roc said to my half brother, Phil. “But when you first get up each day, do you gaze upon your glorious good looks in the mirror for one hour or two?”
I held my finger up to let Dare know that I wanted to hear this one.
“Two,” Phil revealed.
“I suppose you give yourself a fist bump,” Yuri said.
Roc gave Yuri a nod to show he agreed with his addition to the conversation.
“I probably should, when I have all this going on,” Phil said as he flexed. “Then, I kiss each of my biceps and give props to the man upstairs for giving me just that little extra to please the ladies.”
I will give the little dumbass credit; he owned it as his friends teased him. I might not have grabbed my crotch, but the other two appreciated his bravado.
“Jesus Harold Christ! I hear he’s amazing in bed,” Yuri said, acting like a swooning girl.
“He probably started that rumor himself,” Roc revealed.
They finally couldn’t help themselves and burst out laughing. I rolled my eyes at them and turned to Dare.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“We’re not in the same classes.”
“My mom changed my schedule on me. Let me see yours,” I said.
Of the eight periods, we were not together for three of them. Dare had a different PE, a computer science class while I’d signed up for a business one, and he’d snagged study hall as his last period.
“Okay, I’ll unblock you,” I said, getting out my phone. “You can only text me if it’s important.”
He watched me, then furiously tapped at his phone, and I received several text messages.
“Dude, I’m right here. Don’t make me regret unblocking you,” I warned.
Dare gave me a sly smile, and then the bell rang. He hurried off to his computer class.
◊◊◊
I decided I didn’t like Joey anymore. Being hot only goes so far. Today she was determined to show me how out of shape I really was. She’d unveiled two new torture devices that they’d purchased while I’d been gone. One was a vertical climber, and the other was a rowing machine.
The vertical climber tilted slightly away from you. When you used it, you looked like you were climbing a ladder. It gave you a full-body workout.
