A Story of a Girl

Panties in a Twist

Stupid stupid stupid stupid. He was a transfer from the West Coast. Our first class together was Vocal Arts. When it was his turn to sing, he blew me away, knocked my socks off. Whatever you want to call it. His voice was soft, but firm, velvety, but matted. Not one word could measure up to his voice.

And when he turned to smile at us as we clapped for his performance, his caramel eyes landed on mine, and he flashed me a million dollar smirk. I almost melted right into my Chuck Taylors. Melted like a banana sundae on a hot day in mid-July. Melted.

And he had asked me to the Welcome Back dance. And I was so surprised, I accidentally blurted out some things I shouldn't have...

"Would you like to go to the dance with me?" Said a deep voice behind me.

"Huh?" I looked around me confused, until he finally stepped into my line of vision.

"I said: would you like to go to the dance with me?" "I'dlovetobutIalreadyhaveaboyfriend!"

"Oh, I guess I should just ask Teresa instead. She was my second choice."

I blushed deeply and all of a sudden, I was burning up in my cozy sweater. I heaved it over my head and was left with my Italian silk blouse. But it seemed like the heat went all the way down to the skin.

I hoped nobody would notice the dark damp spots on my white blouse. I was burning up too much to put the sweater back on though. But I had more to worry about than pit stains. Who was this mysterious boyfriend of mine of whom I knew nothing about?

Rebecca, Trinity, Teresa, Brooke, and I were planning to go together as a group with dates except I didn't have one. So I was just tagging along. Everybody but Teresa and I had dates, but now that Mo (the boy with the voice) was going to ask her out, I was the last one without a date.

Before the dance, we are going to dinner and now instead of triple date and two loners, it was going to be quadruple date and one loner. And I was going to be the loner!

I wasn't necessarily the most attractive girl. Sure I had high grades and such, but most boys care about you having big boobs, a big butt, and a flat tummy. I had a flat chest (only an A cup), a big butt, and a tummy only slightly rounder than Malibu Barbie.

But it didn't matter. At this point even meant going out Jonas Williams, the most perverted bitch of my school, so be it. I knew my chances of ending up with a boy was in the negatives; Williams, even worse.

I was looking down at my tan shoes and took another disgusting sip of bitter Carbon Oaks. Mom had decided I was finally old enough to drink coffee. I should have took my mom's advice and mixed in some Nutella or cocoa butter with the two dozen creams and sugars.

Suddenly I bumped into a rock solid hunk of man. Hot coffee sloshed over both of us. I didn't even need to look up to tell who it was. "Williams!" I cried.

"So we still going by last names?"

Jonas's gaze was set on one area of my body. And I can tell you it wasn't my eyes. I looked down. "Gah!" Now my blouse was translucent... And I'd forgotten to wear a bra! "Nice tits you got there."

"Ha ha." I bit my lip as I tried to cover up my exposed breasts with my binder.

"It's ok," he said between chuckles. "It's only me!"

"Sure," I replied still fiddling with my binder. My teeth started to chatter. That hot coffee was really getting cold. Fast. I shivered.

"If you pull down that skirt and show me those delicious wet pussy lips, I'll take you to the nurse."

"Ugh. I'd rather die!"

"Fine, suit yourself. Have fun with all those perverts."

I fiddled with my binder a bit more before confidentially marching down the endless hall to the nurse ignoring the hooting coming from the hormonal teenage boys. I heard heavy footsteps behind me. "Go away Williams."

"Man, sometimes you're such a bitch. I have to go to the nurse too! All the girls are gonna fawn on my eight pack."

"More like six pack. Still full of yourself?"

"Yeah. Pretty much."

We arrived at the nurse's office still bickering. Adding to our tremendous luck, it wasn't Nurse Roberts who actually let us call her Jane, it was Nurse Winter whose name matched her personality: mean and cold.

"I need a change of clothes?" I said shyly.

"Well get them by yourself!" Her gaze softened as Jonas came in behind me. "Young man, come with me. Let's get you a clean shirt and pants."

I went into the large closet that stored the girls' clothes. I came out with my sweater and the only skirt that fit me. "Uh... Miss Winter? This is the only skirt that fits me, but it's several inches too short."

"I'm not dealing with that. You got a skirt. Now go!"

I walked out quickly. What a terrible day to wear my Hello Kitty panties. Now half the school was going to see my little girl underwear. Pictures and videos will be taken and my butt and kiddie panties will be uploaded onto YouTube and the internet.

Again, Williams was right on my heels, but this time I found his footsteps to be comforting. "Hey. What's with the Hello Kitty?" I twisted around to see him lifting up my skirt with one crooked finger. Or not.