A change in class (Closed for serriahughes and myself)

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A change in class (Closed for sierrahughes and myself)

A geeky guy gets the chance of a lifetime when the head cheerleader decides she is sick of the jerks who date her only for her body, as she gets dumped by the football team captain after the big game, now, is without a date for homecoming the following night.

Bio: Ned Flynn
18 yrs old
185 lbs, 6 feet tall, decent build, hidden by glasses and goofy clothing
brown hair, green eyes, wears glasses

IC: Walks around the football field waiting for what he thought was his secret admirer but was just another attempt at teasing him because he was smarter than most the kids, and dressed differently. As he is walking towards his car he hears some faint crying from the locker room area.
 
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Sierra Hughes

Name: Sierra Hughes
Age: 18
Height: 5' 2"
Appearance: Curly black hair, sharp features and warm tan that revealed a Lebanese-Mexican descent.
Measurements: 36C - 25 - 37

IC:

I thought he was going to be different, but it went exactly the same way as it had gone the previous eight times. Once he got into my pants, it was only a matter of time before he moved on to something new.

And now, here I was, sitting alone in the locker room, sobbing like a loser. But I couldn't help it.

From the distance, I heard the sound of footsteps, and I quickly wiped away my tears. Evidence of my vulnerability.
 
Walks over, "Sierra, is that you? Why are you still here, should you be with Mike going to the big party tonight?" Doesn't realize she was the one crying.
 
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Sierra

Mike. The sound of his name pierced my aching heart once more. Whoever this was, he wasn't helping. I tried to hold it back, but it was all in vain. In the end, I could only burst out crying once again.
 
Leans down, and picks her up in his arms and holds her, says "Sierra, sorry about that, everything will be ok, you will be ok, I'm sure it won't take long for you to get a new guy."
 
Sierra

"Sierra, sorry about that, everything will be ok, you will be ok, I'm sure it won't take long for you to get a new guy."

It was then when my sense returned to me, and I squirmed out of his hold.

"Hang on a minute, you freak. Do I even know you?" I gave him a look of disbelief. And as I did so, I sized him up. He was geek, head to toe.
 
"Yeah, we were friends in 5th grade, before you grew breasts and I focused on my education and less about what people thought." Walks out of the area, realizing that my car is the only one left in the parking lot as i start my car.
 
Sierra

The tears had stopped by now. Bewilderment now took over, and maybe a little of disgust.

Friends?

I ran the faces and names of my fifth grade classmates through my head. Then when I finally found it, the little girl in me ran after him. I wanted to get this right, for some reason.

"Wait up. It's, Ted right? Ted?" I asked, as he stopped in his tracks towards the carpark.
 
"Close, Ned. Why you running after me you haven't talked to me unless you want to make fun of me in 7 years." Starts his car, finally checking her out.
 
Sierra

"Wait," I said, putting a hand on the car of his door as he started his engine. "But I hardly remember seeing you around school all these years. If you hadn't mentioned fifth grade I wouldn't even have remembered your name."
 
"I know, thats the difference between us, you became popular and forgot about the people who liked you when you weren't popular. I've been walking in different circles than you, and you have been too into yourself lately." Sees a different look in her eyes now, than when she broke the embrace, wonders what has changed. Continues checking her out, wishing her could date a girl like that.
 
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Sierra

"Hey wait a minute, Ned." I jerked the door open again just as he was about to reach to close it.

"I became popular, and forgot my friends? Ned. I don't even remember having friends when I wasn't popular. You think I wanted to be like this. Do you even have any idea how difficult it is to become popular, and stay popular?"

And since when did you like me?

Except that I left that last thought in my head. I didn't know why Ned was angry at me. I didn't know why I was now angry at him. And I didn't know why I pretended like I didn't remember him.

"Why don't you try being popular and see how that feels like," I said, this time, letting go of the door.
 
"Why should I pretend to be something I'm not, this is who I was then, and who I am not. Yes, t must be tough to stay popular doing anything and everything to stay near the "in crowd" dating guys like Mike Marlin who only want one thing. You don't remember me and Mary, your best friends back then." Shakes head and starts to shut my door again.
 
Sierra

"Fine!" I helped the door on its way. This was the last thing I needed. What I didn't understand was why I was getting so mad. So mad that I had almost clean forgotten about Mike.

But as I stood there in the carpark, watching his stationary car, part of me wished that he would stay.
 
Opens window and says "Get in, I'll bring you home." Wonders why he is so attracted to her after all these years. Adjusts his jeans so she doesn't see him getting hard. Waits for her to hopefully get in.
 
Sierra

I stood there, dumbfounded for a few moments. I wanted to refuse this invitation, for so many reasons, but I thought better.

Walking slowly over to the passenger seat, I opened the door, got in without looking at Ned, and closed the door behind me.
 
Drives towards her house, since she hasn't moved since she hasn't moved since we were kids, wondering what she is thinking, wanting to make a move on her, but is way too scared, still getting more and more horny just having a sexy girl in his car.
 
Sierra

Many times in the car I wanted to open my mouth to say something. But the moment I ran it through my mind, I thought it was really inappropriate. And I wasn't about to admit that I was at fault here. After all these years. It wasn't like I didn't try.

I remember I sat as close as I could to him in seventh grade - history class. I tried means and ways to talk to him, but he seemed so distant. Aloof.

Then there was that time in eighth grade. The girls wanted to make fun of him, but I told them that he was no fun at all. And we ended up picking on Sam instead.

Or that time in eleventh grade. When I...

Argh!

I felt like screaming out loud. I did, but it was merely the voice in my head. Instead, I kept quiet, as we soon approached the driveway leading to my place.
 
Gets to your house, and says "Here we are." Wants to kiss her, wants to tell her that I like her, but just says "See you tomorrow night at the homecoming dance?"
 
Sierra

"Well." I paused. Hearing him break the silence first came a bit as a relief.

"I won't be there. For homecoming." I started to open the door...
 
"Why not, your very popular, and pretty, I'm sure you and your date will have a great time while you look good in your gourgous dress?" Thinks oh boy, here goes nothing, nows the time to ask her out.
 
Sierra

With the door slightly ajar, I took a deep breath. The sadness returning to me once more, but only half as much as before, for some reason. I wasn't angry at Mike anymore, nor was I angry at myself. Maybe, I was just tired of the way things were.

"Being popular and pretty isn't going to help me find a date. Not at such late notice anyway." I said, pushing the door slightly further out, as I made a move to get out...
 
"If you want. . ." takes a deep breath, "I can escort you to the dance." Waits wondering if this is going to bed another fight like in the parking lot. Prays that she says yes as he puts his hand on her thigh to comfort her about the idea of not having a date for the biggest dance of the year.
 
Sierra

Somehow, when he put his hand on my thigh, I wasn't angry. Or infuriated at his gesture. I actually found it kind of sweet.

But no.

"I appreciate it Ned, but I can't. Not after what has happened all these years." I said. But this time, I closed the door, as we both sat in silence in the still car.
 
Leans in and kisses her cheek, "Ok, if you say so." Hands her a card with my phone number on it, "If you change your mind, call me, I'm still planning on going." Restarts my car and wonders what will happen next.
 
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