Sex and Candy

Prologue

Summer bridge
2015

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I feel the cool summer breeze brush by my hair and the beads of sweat on my forehead dissipate to nothing.
I walk through those familiar doors into my new school. It felt nice. A new start with new people. Well, not really new people, some kids that were in my class still were by my side going to this school anew. But there was still the whole new population of freshman students from Bastrop and some even homeschooled.
I step into the Café and take a look around. I'm sure this was the place they said to meet. I notice a couple of my friends at a table in the center. I go to sit by them and take a seat next to Mikayla and take out my phone as I begin to listen to music.
The Café begins to fill up with new students. Some students wore casual clothes, while others were even out of dress code, wearing short shorts and "spaghetti strap" tank tops.
I take notice in one girl specifically. She stands out from the others, as she is very attractive, with her slim and fit body. She wears a white shirt that has the sides cut out, into long arm holes. It reads "California". She has a black top underneath her white shirt. Her blue jeans hug her legs in a manner that would catch any eye. She's skinny and a few inches shorter than me. Her long wavy brown hair falls on her slim shoulders as her small hands lay on her wide sides. Her wide hips would be a place to hold her hands too. Her pink lips grab at my attention, but her dark emerald eyes intrigue me. They tell of a true story. As if all she is now is a façade. Her laughter a lie.

"Alright guys, I'm glad y'all are here today! First day of Summer bridge! I know y'all would much rather be spending your summer playing games and laying around, being lazy! But now that you're coming to CRCA, an early-college highschool mind you, you have to get a headstart on your education! You'll be fine! Summer bridge is only two weeks, Monday through Thursday! That's only eight days! Well, I just wanted to welcome you guys here and let you know it's not that hard. Alright, I'm gonna hand-off to Mr.Piña now. Take it away Mr.Piña!" Our principal welcomes us. Our principal is an older man, already graying hair, and looks to be about six feet tall.
Just after he says that another older man, 30-ish, comes up to the podium at the front and center of the Café and begins to sort out groups of students to multiple teachers.
He sorts it out into four colors.
Blue, green, red, and blue.
Ariana, my friend, and Mikayla get into my group, blue.
But, there's a rather interesting member in our group, California.
This is great. My friends, and the girl I wanted to meet, all in my group. Too bad the groups alternate every other day.
She stands by Ariana and I as she stares among the crowd of students, surrounding another teacher.
I wonder who she's looking at.
I feel someone grab at my arm. I turn to see who it is. It's Mikayla.
"Hey, the group is leaving now. So if you're just gonna sit there, staring at God-knows what, have fun. But the group's going to the main building now."
Fuck you Mikayla and your sass
"Yeah, got it." Is all I could say to her.

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