Hey everyone! This is BrianGuy here with another story. This is the 2nd part of A Schoolyear with Sarah. The final part will be out soon, and I have another great 6 part story in the making. The next one will be longer and about the rest of Brian’s 2nd summer.
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Near the end of the year, the graduating class always has a big party. They invite my school and the all girls school. The other private schools in the area do that too. This year the party would be held at Timmy Bechner’s house. It was a badass ranch with more bedrooms than normal. This was ironic because the ranch was the one place they never stayed. It was a big three story house with about 4 bedrooms and three guest bedrooms. They had games and snacks and everything we could want. You were free to walk the grounds whenever. Sarah and I went together. This party was the time of the year when the cheerleaders could wear last years uniforms, the geeks could exist at the same social gathering as jocks, and everyone was really hyper. As usual, the Cheerleading squad was late, as they were to all parties. Lead by Sabrina Kwinton, (deemed the hottest girl ever) they marched in triumphantly.
They organized most of the “unplanned” activities that night, like wet t-shirt contests, fake outs, and pranks. Fake outs were where you have a hot girl from the squad who meets up with a geek. They usually start making-out somewhere and then the girl will strip to her underwear. The geek will faint at this point, then you draw on his face (mostly the words “no dick”) and hide his pants. This had happened to me all too may times. Sabrina started a spin the bottle game. Our class was feeling different, because most people had heard about my affair with Sarah. I kept seeing kids pair up and leave. My guess is that most of the bedrooms, closets, bathrooms and good spots in the field would be taken. I looked at my watch. It was only 2 in the afternoon. I guess some kids were just eager. The spin the bottle game was more fun this year, because people treated me with respect. I did not have to kiss other dudes when the bottle pointed at them. When the game was over, Sabrina said she wanted to talk to me.
“So, I heard about your little sexdates with Sarah.”
“Is there anyone who hasn’t?”
“Hey, can I ask a question? Do you think I’m hot?”
“Naturally. Why is that?
“What?”
“All rich people are hot, yet you seem to be the hottest.”
“Enlighten me.”
“Everyone is rich at the school. Some more than others. The richer you are, the hotter you are. You know, like Helen. She’s hot and rich. Now, I don’t mean to sound gay here, but Tommy is rich and he’s not a bad looking guy.”
“I know what you mean. Look, there is one spot in the house that lets you on the roof.” I could totally tell where this was going.