He was Hot, I was Not!

Kayla's POV:

When my Mom came home Saturday she felt awful when I told her about my accident at school. I was fine, it turned out to be nothing really, but my Mom felt so bad that she bought new IPhones for both of us so we could always reach each other.

"You never know when a real emergency might come up," she had said.

"Cool, a new iPhone for a bump on the head," I thought to myself. "I'll take it!"

When I told her that I wanted a makeover, my Mother thought it was a wonderful idea and insisted on going shopping with me. That was fine with me, Mom has great taste in clothing, and her makeup is always flawless!

As an added touch, Mom begged me to give contacts another try.

"They have really improved them since the last time you wore them, honey," she implored. "Anyway, you don't have to wear them all of the time, if your eyes get tired, you can always wear your glasses."

I finally agreed, I was willing to try anything for Stan.

Kayla and her mother spent all day Saturday shopping for clothes and makeup, getting her hair done, and getting her new contacts.

Sunday, my Mom showed me how to mix and match the outfits with my existing wardrobe to make it look like a lot of different outfits. Then she had me try on a couple so I could see what looked good with what, and which combinations flattered my figure more.

She showed me how to maintain my new hairstyle by using a minimum of hair product so that it fell to my shoulders in a naturally wavy style. Leaving it down brought out my clear complexion and gave me a softer, more contemporary look that accentuated my fine bone structure...or so my Mother said. "No more ponytails for me," I thought. Well maybe occasionally.

Lastly, Mom showed me how to apply a light makeup so that it looked natural but evened out my skin tone and covered up any blemishes...including my "freckles," and then a simple blend of eyeshadows and mascara to bring out my eyes which were no longer hid behind my glasses.

All in all, we were both satisfied with the end result.

"Kayla, you look beautiful," said my Mom.

"Thanks Mom," I replied automatically. My Mom always tells me I'm beautiful, it won't really count until I hear it from Stan.

Kayla was so excited as she got ready for school the next morning; excited, but nervous. She couldn't wait to see Stan, she hadn't seen or talked to him all weekend. She had been so busy shopping and getting her makeover, so she had thought about him since she was doing all of this for him, but she had been so preoccupied with doing those things that she hadn't REALLY thought about him.

As Kayla walked to school, she started thinking about an old friend, Charlene, who came over Sunday afternoon. She and Charlene had grew up together. At one time they had been really close, but then Charlene became a jockette, and she started running with a different crowd of people at school, so Kayla was really surprised to see her.

"Wow, you look amazing," Charlene had told her. "I know you Kayla. You NEVER wear makeup. What's up? Is it a guy?"

I smiled shyly. I was so wanting to share my secret with someone, but I didn't know if I should tell Charlene everything, so I decided to tell her just a little.

"Do you know Stan? The quarterback for the JV team?" I asked her.

"Yeah, he's a real cutie. Not my type, but he's okay," she said, then "Is that who all of this is for?"

My blush gave me away. But thank God she didn't push me to tell her anymore. She thought the big scoop was that I liked Stan, not that I had lost my virginity to him.

At least one good thing comes from me letting Charlene know that I was interested in Stan, the unspoken rule: as a friend, she's not supposed to go after him now.

As Charlene left, she had made me promise to come sit with her at lunch in school and I agreed. I was surprised that she had asked me since she sits with the other jockettes. I thought maybe she had missed having me as a friend; we had been pretty close once.

As Kayla walked up the sidewalk to the school, she couldn't help but think about Stan again. God she was nervous about seeing him for the first time since...well you know what, and her makeover. "Now for the real test," she thought as she entered the school building.

Stan's POV:

Stan was nervous about seeing Kayla at school. What they had done together was great, it was unbelievable...beyond words, but he didn't want Kayla to think that they were a couple. He was a jock, she wasn't. He liked her as a friend, he liked having sex with her, and he wouldn't say no to doing it again. He liked her but at school he had a reputation to keep up and he hoped that Kayla understood this.

"Stan, that jockette chick Charlene likes you AND she puts out," said Matt.

"Matt do you ever think about anything besides pussy?" asked Stan.

"Uhhhh, yeah," said Matt pretending to think hard, "I think about blowjobs too, dumbass." Matt said smiling.

Stan couldn't help but laugh, Matt was crazy. Yeah, sometimes his obsession with pussy got boring, but he was okay most of the time.

"Okay, so which one is Charlene?" Stan asked. He was a jock, a playboy, he had to play the part.

Matt pointed her out. She was okay, nothing special really, but it was expected of me--to find a fuckfriend of a similar status. She fit, and she would definitely know the deal: hit it and quit it...it was an unspoken rule amongst us. According to our "code," Jockettes and Cheerleaders are girlfriend material, but I wasn't looking for a girlfriend.

She noticed me looking at her. She smiled at me. I smiled back. The courtship had begun. I was just going to go talk to her when Matt nudged me.

"Look at that!" he said like he was it shock.

"What?" I asked.

"It's Kenny, and he's with what's her name," he said snapping his fingers trying to remember, "...the beast...Kayla."

"Kayla?" My head snapped around to where he was looking. It was Kayla, but not the Kayla I knew. Dayum, I almost didn't recognize her,.this couldn't be the Kayla I had whipped a couple of nights ago. My Kayla was innocent...until I got ahold of her anyway, I thought. My Kayla was introverted and shy. My Kayla dressed conservatively.

This Kayla looked like...WOW!!! She had changed herself into something else, and she looked good; too good from the way Kenny was eyeballing her. I wasn't sure if I liked it. She had no business dressing like that! Kenny was a hardcore player, everybody knew it...everybody but Kayla I guess. I think he was the person who originally made up the "code," and he lived by it...no exceptions...until now???

"Fucking Kenny is such a manwhore," I said to Matt, I was pissed! "He's breaking the code."

"Fuck the code. When a bitch looks that hot the code is meant to be broken," Matt said. "Hell, I'm beginning to wonder if I can get a piece of that?" he wondered outloud.

"Hey man, you said yourself that she's a virgin, you won't get anywhere," I reminded Matt while thinking "was a virgin" in my head.

"Yeah, well everyone's a virgin once," Matt grinned wolfishly. "But she won't be for long," he said as he looked around.

I looked around to see what he meant. It seemed like every guy within sight of Kayla was checking her out, and from the looks on their faces, they were plotting how and when to make their move. It was disgusting! I wanted to go over there and grab her and ask her what the hell did she think she was doing! But I couldn't...

Just then Kayla looked up and spotted Stan.

"Stan!" Kayla smiled and waved at me.

"Man, I think she's calling you," Matt said sounding surprised.

"Yeah, probably just to thank me for taking her to the Nurse's office last week," I explained to him.

"Oh, yeah right." Matt bought it.

"Stan," Kayla yelled louder and looked as if she were going to come talk to me.

I turned away, ignoring her, and went to talk to Charlene.