Chapter Five: High School Begins
I was turning fifteen when I entered high school. The boys were getting taller and the girls were filling out, which inevitably led everyone to different behaviors. There were the boys behaving macho and obnoxious, snapping the girl's bra straps and trying to cop feels, and the ones that avoided girls like the plague, too shy to even carry a conversation. Most of the boys, including the macho ones, seemed to have forgotten how to act around girls. I found that, as my father had suggested, I did not seem to have this problem.
To paraphrase from 'There's Something About Mary', when boys hit puberty, they get baby batter on the brain. They can't think about anything but girls, and more specifically, how to have sex with them. I didn't have this problem. Anytime I got horny, I had a ready outlet. In addition, I had plenty of access to sexy naked women, and I had seen people having sex. As a result, I was far more at ease with the girls.
That is not to say that I did not want the girls in my class; I did. But unlike the other boys, who could only think about getting them to have sex, I knew that if a girl teased me (and all girls that age like to tease the boys), I could always go home and take it out on Girl. Since I was more at ease with the girls at school, they tended to be more at ease with me, though I could tell that some of them were just as horny as the boys. So that gave me a bunch of girls that were comfortable around me, and yet were still horny. It made my life in school quite pleasant.
As I mentioned earlier, I was always reasonably popular, though never the big man on campus. I had a number of friends that I hung out with, boys and girls. While most of the girls that hung out with me seemed to just like me, there was one that was different. Helen was the sexiest girl in the class. She was the stereotypical blonde hair, blue eye, corn-fed girl next door. Her tits came in early and magnificently. She was a cheerleader, eventually head cheerleader, and one of the most popular girls in the class. Everyone knew that she was the hottest girl around, including Helen, who used the fact to her advantage.
Helen always had boys falling over themselves to do things for her. She flirted shamelessly, and teased unmercifully, yet every boy, and not just a few girls, would still kiss the ground that she walked on just to be acknowledged by her. I thought that she was quite sexy as well, but once again, I was not as smitten with her as all the others seemed to be.
Helen was grouped with me for an assignment early in the year, and we were working together one day when she needed her notebook which she had left near the door.
"Jake," she said sweetly, "could you do me a favor and get me my notebook?"
I looked at where she was pointing, but I was right in the middle of trying to figure out a problem.
"I'm busy," I told her. "You get it."
"But I'd be ever so grateful," she said sexily.
I looked into her beautiful blue eyes, then I swept my eyes down her body. I took her hand and said, "You have really sexy legs, and a great ass!"
"Thanks!" she said, a bit surprised.
"Now why don't you get up off your great ass, and walk your sexy legs over and get your notebook yourself!" I told her. "I'm trying to figure this problem out!"
I turned back to the assignment, and a minute later I realized she was still sitting there looking at me. I returned her gaze and raised my eyebrows. She harumphed and flounced to the door to get her notebook. She came back and we finished working on the problem.
Since that day, Helen had hung out with me quite a bit, and we had fallen into a pattern. Every now and then, Helen tried to work her feminine wiles on me, and I considered it my obligation to ignore her actions entirely, even when I might have done what she was asking anyway. It seemed that I intrigued and annoyed her, and she didn't quite know what to make of me, while I didn't understand the game that she wanted to play either.
One way that Helen decided to challenge me was with my other friends. Since she started to hang with me, she came into close contact with my friends; my male friends in particular enjoyed this greatly. One of my best friends was Ken Mackey. Ken was not a complete dolt, but he was a typical mid-pubescent boy; a bit geeky and gawky and in that stage where he didn't know what to do about girls. We'd been hanging out together for years, and he was a good friend. When Helen realized that she was not making any headway with me, she started in on Ken. When she needed - no, when she wanted something, she would put on that sexy voice and ask Ken to get it for her, and he invariably would. It upset me to see my friend used this way, and I tried talking to him about it.
"Don't you see that she just turns on the charm when she needs something?" I explained to him. "She practically ignores you the rest of the time. Why do you do what she asks?"
"She's the hottest girl around!" he exclaimed. "I'm happy to do some things for her if it gets her to talk to me!"
"But she's just using you!" I complained.
"Look, you might not care about girls, or you might think that you can get any girl, I'm not sure which," he said. "I know what I look like; I'm not a jock or super stud! There is no way that under normal circumstances a girl like Helen would even talk to me! I know she's doing it to get at you. I'm not a complete idiot. But you know something? I don't care! I get to hang around with Helen and she actually has conversations with me, and I'm not going to throw that away!"
Put in those terms, I guess I understood. However Ken was still my friend, and I didn't want him to get hurt, so one day, I took Helen aside and confronted her.
"Look Helen, I understand that you don't like the way that I behave towards you, and I'm OK with that," I told her. "You've always at least been polite, and you are someone that I enjoy being with. However I don't like the way that you treat my friends. Ken is a good friend, and I don't want you to hurt him."
"How am I hurting him?" she asked.
"Do you think that I can't see through you?" I asked her. "I know that you are treating him the way that you do to get back at me, and that's fine, except that you are going to end up hurting him, and that is not OK!"
"You arrogant jerk!" Helen shrieked. "What makes you think that you are the center of the universe? Why would your feelings have any bearing on my actions? What you think and how you act have no impact on me! Did you ever think that I liked Ken just because of Ken? Or do you think so little of him that the only way that I would be interested in him is because of you? Who is the one who cares less about Ken here? I'll have you know that I think that Ken is very nice, and I was planning to ask him out! So get off your high horse and butt out of our business!"
I realized that I had made a tactical error in confronting Helen like this. She took the confrontation as an indication that she was getting to me, and she grabbed the opportunity. As she turned away, I grabbed her arm and turned her back to me.
"Fine, if you want to date Ken, I can't stand in either of your ways," I told her. "But understand this. If you hurt Ken just to get back at me, I will punish you!"
"Are you threatening me?" she asked in surprise.
"A warning," I told her.
She snorted and then walked across the room to where Ken was. She sat down next to him and started talking animatedly. Ken looked surprised, but extremely happy. I shook my head and realized that no good would come of this.