The Tutor
by Ann Douglas
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"Hey Stevenson!" Called out the booming voice of Roger Craig, the
Captain of the Football Team. "Heads up!"
Scott Stevenson looked up to see a spinning football hurling through the
air, heading right for him. Dropping his books, the sandy haired teenager
attempted to catch the pigskin. Only to fall flat on his face while
running for it. Then to add injury to insult, the ball hit him in the head
as he laid there.
"I told you Rog," Said Bill Mathews as he picked up the ball off the
grass. "Never send a dweeb to do a man's job."
Laughing and tossing the ball into the air, Mathews immediately started
walked back to the practice field.
"You ok, Scott?" Roger asked as he helped the smaller boy to his feet.
"You want to go see the Nurse or anything?"
"No, I'm fine." Scott said discouragingly as he readjusted his glasses
which had fallen off in the fall. "I thought I had it."
"Hey no sweat," Roger said. "We all can't be jocks. You're muscle is
all in your brain. To tell the truth, I'd trade the MVP award to get half
your grades."
"Yeh, right." He answered as he picked up his books.
"Well, I better get back to the game," Roger said as he turned and began
to follow Bill. "You hang in there."
Scott just nodded. All his life he wanted to be an athlete, the center
of attention. The guy who got the girls. Instead what he got was a
hundred and five pound body, nearsighted eyes, and a complexion that on a
bad day resembled a pizza.
There was a plus side to his life. His straight A average made him the
third ranked student in the Senior Class at Robert Kennedy High School. He
already had a full scholarship to MIT lined up with all the perks that
entailed. Yet he'd trade it all just to have someone look at him as
something other than a nerd, just once.
Watching the Football Squad resume the game, Scott figured he should've
been nicer to Roger. Of course he had only been nice to him because of all
the help he'd given him in chemistry the last semester. If it weren't for
his tutoring, Roger would've been kicked off the team.
Quickly loosing interest in the game, he set out once again for the
Library. Someone had left him a note asking to meet him there to discuss
the possibility of his tutoring them in history. The name on the note had
been all smudged, so he wasn't sure who had left it in his locker.
Reaching the steps of the Library, Scott swore under his breath. This
wasn't his day. First the Football Team, now them. Sitting on the top
step were three members of the Kennedy Rocketeers. Four time winners of
the State Cheerleading Championships, there was no more stuck up group in
the school. If you were a hunk, they might take the time to chat with you,
even if you weren't on the Football Squad. Losers like Scott Stevenson,
they just ignored like they were a lower form of life.
When he'd been a junior, he had once tutored one of the girls before
him. Penny Martin was every young man's perfect fantasy. Long blonde hair,
blue eyes, and an incredibly formed perfect set of breasts. She was a 5'4"
Goddess.
After four grueling months of keeping her one step ahead of a failing
grade in calculus, the Tutor had made a humiliating mistake. He'd accepted
all the friendliness and interest she'd shown him as real, real enough for
him to get the courage to ask her to the Junior Prom. Worse he had asked
her in the school cafeteria in front of a table of her friends, Rocketteers
all. Immediately she had burst into laughter, asking how he could ever
think she would actually go on a date with a geek like him. The laughter
was quickly picked up by her friends and then from the surrounding tables.
It had been one of the low point of his young life.
Stopping at the edge of the last step, he took a second look up at
Penny. With her were Maria Diaz and Candy Lewis. Maria was from Puerto
Rico. She had beautiful brown skin and long black hair. Her figure was
nowhere near as good as Penny's, but you couldn't convince her of that.
Standing with her back to him was Candy Lewis. One of the few back
students at the school, Candy had coal black skin and short black hair.
She always wore bright red lipstick which gave her mouth an incredible
erotic look. If Candy were to buy an ice pop, every guy in sight would
stop what they were doing to watch her eat it. Over the last year her
breasts had undergone an unusual growth spurt so that she was now about the
same size as Penny. A fact that Penny preferred to ignore.
Nice as they were to look at, he just couldn't deal with their taunts
today. Whoever was waiting for a tutor was out of luck. With that he
turned and started to walk away.
"There goes your old boyfriend, Penny." Maria joked as she saw Scott.
"Fuck you!" Penny said as she looked over and saw Scott. "Maybe you'd
let a freak like that touch you, I'd sooner turn lesbo."
Both girls laughed. Candy suddenly excused herself and jotted down the
steps.
"I'll catch up with you later at practice." She called out as she
disappeared into the small crowd..
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