Chapter 11: Valentine’s Day Disciple

“Abigail.”

Principal Hurtman’s voice rings out, startling me.

She is standing next to Annabella at a now clean table.

They appear like mother and daughter, standing so erect, although they have different body types and facial features.

“I tried your office.”

My voice squeaks, silently praying Principal Hurtman will not yell at me.

“Are you going to take this one under your wing?”

The principal asks towards me but for Annabella.

I buzz with excitement. Annabella, my mentor? She has so much to teach me.

I glance at Annabella. She scrutinizes me like a defective toy while Principal Hurtman smirks.

This decision will change my life. Two paths lay before me. One is bright and exciting, striding at Annabella’s side. The other is a dark and lonely place, shuffling into obscurity and a boring life.

“Hey Annabella, great day.”

A deep voice booms behind me.

The hunkiest boy in school is standing behind me. Bill. Hair flaming red from the skylights. He’s so cool in his button-up plaid shirt, unbuttoned and hanging open, over an off-white shirt with lava red ‘Be Mine’ letters.

I glance down at his blue jean-covered crotch, remembering his beefy member sprouting from his flaming red pubic hair. My cheeks warm at the image of how large it must be when erect.

I quickly turn back to Annabella. She is still analyzing me.

Bill calls out behind me,

“I’ll see you both at the party tonight.”

Annabella acknowledges Bill’s comment with a simple head nod. Principal Hurtman is so cool to be invited by seniors to parties. I want to be that cool. But I don’t dare acknowledge anything.

Annabelle scrutinizes my every move. My knees want to give out, but willpower keeps them strong.

“Abigail, are you coming to the party?”

Bill asks me.

My eyes open in shock. Bill knows my name. Bill, the hunkiest guy in the world, is asking me to the party.

My whole body vibrates with energy and joy. No matter what happens now, today is better than the best day ever. Even if Annabella says no, having Bill know my name is worth everything.

“You need to get changed before you leave.”

Principal Hurtman’s voice is condescending and severe.

I nod. I know that. But I can’t leave. I can only hold my clothing tighter to my body, waiting for Annabella’s decision.

Bill is still there waiting for a response.

I plead for Annabella’s answer to the Principal’s question. Yes or no. It still matters, just not as much.

I stare into Annabella’s burning amber eyes. No, her approval matters more than before. Her approval is my ticket to hanging with grade twelve boys, a brand new world of mature students doing mature things. Before her, Bill didn’t even know of my existence. Just one day with her, and he knows my name. In just one day, I have kissed two grade twelve boys, jerked off Mr.Hosen twice, and had two orgasms. If this is one day, I can’t imagine a week. A month. A year.

I can’t control my excitement that she might say yes. But what if Annabella says no? To be cast back to being a lowly grade-nine dork. No, I’m not a dork anymore. But I have glimpsed a magnificent world. The world she lives in, and I want to live there. I need to live there.