Games

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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"So, basically, you want me to sign my own death warrant?" Evan Reed asked, staring into Katya's deep brown eyes.

"You wouldn't be signing your death warrant," Katya Franks assured the scrawny young man, pushing her 34D breasts into his skinny torso, her plump lips blowing warm air into his ear.

"Yeah right. Sheldon finds out I even looked at you..." Evan protested even as most of the blood was leaving his addled brain and rushing south of his belt line.

"And Sheldon's on probation," Katya reminded Evan. "He even looks at you wrong he's looking at going to jail for at least three years on that assault charge. Really think he thinks I'm worth three years?"

"I would; I think you're worth that," Evan blurted out, causing Katya's smile to grow even wider. "But he's not exactly known for his cognitive reasoning abilities."

"Plus that. I ain't his problem no more, remember? He started fucking your sister and I told him, he goes after that blonde slut..." Katya said, then her pretty mouth formed an 'O.'' "Sorry. I know Evelyn's your sister, but..."

"It doesn't matter," Evan said. "Seriously, just because he's, wait, he's really, they're really fucking? She swears she's still a virgin."

"Yeah right," Katya snorted in disgust. "That girl's no virgin. Trust me. She's been on the team bus more times than Coach Redding's been on there."

Despite his rapidly beating heart, sweaty palms and dry mouth, Evan giggled. Coach Redding was the bus driver as well as the assistant coach for the football team. Katya took that opportunity to softly kiss Evan's lips. He gulped when she captured his bottom lip between her perfect white teeth.

"Please?" she cooed then softly kissed him before he could object.

Evan had been somewhat suspicious when Mrs. Ortega quietly asked him if he would tutor Katya Franks in Algebra. Evan was in the Advanced Calculus class, but even so, he'd not heard any mention that Katya was having any problems in Algebra. Evan pointed out that he was already tutoring three other students.

"Evan, she just needs a little help," Mrs. Ortega wheedled. "As you know, we have the cheerleading competition coming up and..."

"Remind her that it is twenty dollars," Evan sighed. "She shows up and there's no twenty dollars? She can just walk on home."

"Thank you Evan," Mrs. Ortega said, pinched features even more pinched at Evan's tone of voice. "But you don't have to be so um, abrupt about it."

"Cheryl Hinton," Evan said.

Cheryl Hinton had shown up without the twenty dollars. The airhead blonde had cooed and giggled and pouted and promised Evan she would 'catch him up' the next day. The next day, she tried to claim she'd paid Evan and had no idea why Evan was demanding the twenty dollars when she'd already paid him.

"Look, I'm good for it. You know I'm good for it. I catch you up tomorrow, all right?" Cheryl heard her own voice whining and wheedling as Evan held up his cell phone.

"You, you recorded that?" Cheryl shrieked, stunned.

"Your grasp of the obvious is astounding," Evan said. "My twenty dollars please. And, there will be no further tutoring sessions; you've shown yourself to be thoroughly untrustworthy."

Marvin Teller took over tutoring the blonde. Instead of money, Cheryl offered him pussy and the pimple-faced bespectacled dork leapt at the opportunity to lose his cursed virginity. Even finding out that she'd given him syphilis did not cool Marvin's ardor. And when she tearfully approached the young man, admitting to her pregnancy, Marvin stood by her, promising to marry her on the first day after their graduation.

When he was told that Cheryl was still fucking half the basketball team, Marvin did not break his resolve to stand by his woman. She assured him that it was all just a pack of lies being spread by people that didn't like her. He was in love and just knew that Cheryl was the girl of his dreams. A second dose of syphilis and a dose of chlamydia did wake him up though.

"You know Evan, you can catch a lot more flies with honey than you can with vinegar," Mrs. Ortega sighed.

"If ever I resolve to join the ignoble profession of fly catching I will remember that," Evan said. "Twenty dollars. At the door. I've an availability tomorrow evening at six thirty."

Seated at the large desk in his father's study, Evan and Katya went over her previous tests. Evan was baffled; she knew the material. True, she made several careless mistakes, ignoring the negative sign, losing track when adding more than three numerals together. Factoring did have her stumped on some of the problems but once he'd outlined how she could work to the conclusion she had a better understanding of the steps.

Her hand on his upper thigh was perplexing. The smell of her musk based perfume was distracting. Her smiles, her big brown eyes looking up into his cool blue eyes was mesmerizing.

"Anyone home?" Katya suddenly blurted out as Evan decided to move Katya to the next chapter, move her to what would be coming next week in her Algebra class, to get her prepared for their next test.

"I uh, what?" Evan squeaked, not sure he'd heard right.

"Go up to your room? Get to..." she breathed, small hand running up and down his boney chest. "... know each other? A little better?"

She'd paid him the twenty dollars. She had no need to exchange sex for tutoring. And, in truth, she did not need tutoring; she simply needed to slow down, to focus on the problem rather than hurrying to finish the equations.

That was when he'd brought up her boyfriend, Sheldon Petroni. Katya assured Evan that Sheldon Petroni was no longer her boyfriend; he was now the boyfriend of Evelyn Reed.

Katya's mixed race heritage was apparent in her light brown coloring, long black hair and deep brown eyes. Her nose was slim and her lips were pouting, full lips. Those lips were nice and soft and moist as she pressed them against Evan's lips.

Her breasts were full, round globes with some natural sag when she wiggled out of blouse and bra. Evan gulped at the sight of her dark brown silver dollar sized areolae and stiff nipples. Her belly was toned and sleek from years of exercise. Her hips were full, tapering into her muscled legs. Evan's cock flooded his briefs as he stared at her plump pubic mound. There was no hair on the light brown flesh.

"Damn!" Evan groaned and Katya giggled happily.

Even as his head was in a fog, Evan acted on instinct. Evan had read several stories on the Internet; he'd watched hours of pornography as well. Apparently, being a nerd, having no social life to speak of, he'd done much research on how to make love to a gorgeous biracial cheerleader.

He did not simply grab her heavy breasts; he caressed them. He gently nibbled at her tightly crinkled areolae and diamond hard nipples. Moving from her left breast to her right breast, Evan paused long enough to suck soft kisses from Katya's gasping lips.

"Oh! Oh damn, oh Evan!" Katya grunted as Evan hungrily sucked on her fragrant pussy.

Using fingers and tongue, Evan soon brought Katya to the brink of orgasm. She grunted in displeasure when he suddenly stopped. Her gasp, then shriek of noisy climax came when he thrust his five and eleven sixteenths of inches into her snug furnace. She wound her legs around his waist, holding him deep inside of her.

Evan kissed Katya and she returned his kiss ferociously. His left hand groped her heavy breast, then tweaked her nipple as he fucked her with long powerful strokes.

"Not a virgin anymore," Evan thought even as he tried to stave off the impending ejaculation as long as possible.

"Oh, oh God damn, oh Evan, God yes!" Katya gasped out in another powerful orgasm.

Only after pumping her full of semen did Evan remember the unopened box of condoms his blushing father had given to him on his eighteenth birthday. With a soft kiss, Katya assured him he did not need them.

"Believe me, my momma? She got me on the pill minute I started having my monthlies," Katya said.

In post-coital bliss, Evan found out that Katya was the oldest of four children. She told him about her fourteen year old sister Alina; they called her Lena. He heard about Mikey; the ten year old boy was the only male in a female-dominated home. Evan felt sorry for the beleaguered boy. Olivia was the baby of the family and the nine year old girl really played the baby card to the hilt.

Bianca Franks, Katya's mother, an African-American woman had a married lover, a white man. He paid all of Ms. Bianca's bills and even though Katya didn't approve of her mother's choices, she knew better than to speak ill of her daddy.

"I mean, shit; got me a car for my eighteenth birthday," Katya said, gently easing out of Evan's embrace. "Where's the bathroom?"

The smell of sex was heavy so Evan opened a window and sprayed some of the cheap cologne his twin sister had given him on their birthday. He knew Evelyn held him in low regard, but it did irk him; he'd paid a good deal of his money on a pair of Sketchers athletic shoes for her only to be given a cheap set of cologne and after-shave.

Michael and Catherine Reed had made the decision to hold Evan back a year in Kindergarten. Not because he had struggled with the curriculum but because of his small stature. Evelyn had smirked and taunted her twin brother; she was a whole year ahead of him. By the time they were eight years of age, it was obvious that Evan would always be slightly smaller than his peers. Evelyn was no longer smirking and taunting when Evan very easily skipped ahead, catching up to her in the fourth grade. After that, Michael and Catherine held Evan back from skipping ahead to the next grade up even as his teachers recommended this. This decision was made to shield their daughter's feelings.

"We just don't want to upset Evelyn," Catherine stated, the matter decided as far as she was concerned.

In high school the divide was even more pronounced. Evan was in Advanced Placement classes and Evelyn was a cheerleader. Evan hung out with the dorks, geeks, Brainiacs and Evelyn hung out with the cheerleaders and athletes.

When they got their driver's licenses, Evelyn's car was a sporty Mazda Miata and Evan's car was a Kia sedan. Michael offered a weak sounding excuse but Catherine did not bother with an excuse regarding the cars.

"You know how many kids don't get cars just for getting a driver's license? Just be grateful you're getting anything at all," Catherine snarled at her impertinent son.

Now, sitting in his bedroom, sliding his trousers on over his spindly legs, sticky briefs stuffed at the bottom of his hamper, Evan once more resented his sister's lofty stature. She had a bathroom adjoining her bedroom. He was relegated to a room three quarters the size of her room and had to use the bathroom down the hall.

Katya entered the room, nude body brown and beautiful. Evan's reaction tented the front of his trousers and Katya gave him a delighted giggle and began to dress.

Katya kissed Evan deeply as she left the Reed home. A few moments later, a surprised Evelyn came into the house, followed by their mother. She purposefully sought Evan out, a rare occurrence.

"That, was that Katya Franks I saw leaving here?" Evelyn asked, even pointing her manicured fingernail in the direction of their driveway.

"Mm hmm," Evan said, wondering if Katya's statement of Evelyn's activities on the team bus were true. "She needed some tutoring in Algebra."

"Stinks in here," Evelyn said, sniffing the air of her brother's bedroom.

"Really? It's that cologne you gave me," Evan said, causing his sister to smirk.

"Oh that," she said and giggled.

Just before leaving the room, she announced he did not need to drive her to school in the morning; Sheldon would be giving her a ride. Evan nodded his head as he began doing his own homework.

In the morning, Evelyn again smugly reminded her brother that she did not need a ride to school; Sheldon Petroni would be picking her up. In a rare display of disapproval, their mother reminded Evelyn why she did not have a valid driver's license.

"Whee! Let's get so drunk we can't even see straight," Catherine said, voice hard. "Oh! I know! I'm so drunk I can't even walk; let's drive our car! Whee!"

Evan finished eating his breakfast sandwich, made sure he had all of his textbooks, notebooks and laptop computer, then made sure he had his wallet. He made sure Evelyn could see him checking his wallet; she'd once again snuck into his bedroom, hoping to steal some money from him. He smirked at her unhappy scowl.

Stepping outside, Evelyn proceeded him up the driveway, heading toward the street. She jumped back as a car suddenly raced into the driveway. The driver's window slid down and Katya's arm snaked out.

"Hey, Evan," Katya called out. "Want a ride?"

"You, her, she..." Evelyn stammered, seeing one of her peers coming to the house for her dorky loser brother and not for her.

"Your grasp of simple language mechanics does seem lacking, sister," Evan smirked, bypassing his car and heading toward the passenger side of Katya's Nissan.

"Hey," Katya smiled, leaning over and kissing Evan while a stunned Evelyn stood, gaping at them.

"Hey," Evan agreed, buckling up.

"You don't mind, huh? Being seen with a black girl?" she asked, lightly raking her fingernails along his scrawny thigh as she backed out of the driveway.

"Uh, let me think about this, uh," Evan said. "Hmm. Show up to school with one of the prettiest girls there, regardless of skin color? Yeah, it's going suck so bad."

"One of the prettiest? You mean, I ain't the prettiest?" she playfully demanded.

"You are to me," Evan admitted, earning a mega-watt smile from Katya.

Evelyn was so intent on her brother, her loser brother being a passenger in Katya's car that she hardly noticed Sheldon's Camaro racing past. Hearing his ground-shaking music blaring at a distorted level snapped her out of her reverie and she ran to the edge of the driveway in time to see Sheldon run the stop sign, chasing after his former girlfriend's car. She called out, waving her arm even though she knew Sheldon couldn't hear her over his powerful sound system.

"What the fuck?" Katya screamed, slamming on her brakes when Sheldon angled in front of her, coming to a stop.

"Aw shit, aw shit, see? See? I told you this would happen," Evan shrilled, cowering down in his seat as Sheldon leapt from his car, short length of lead pipe in his hand.

"You on probation, Sheldon," Katya screamed, lowering her window. "You even caught spitting on the sidewalk you looking at three years plus whatever they can tack on."

Sheldon did not hear Katya's words. Her words, the meaning of her statement did not register in his enraged brain as he used the length of pipe to smash the passenger window of her car. She continued to scream at him as he attempted to pull Evan Reed from the car and failing that began to pummel the hapless boy with the length of pipe.

Mrs. Tobin was outside watering her front lawn; it had not rained in two weeks. Seeing the large boy break the window of a car, she directed the hose toward the street.

"Hey!" Sheldon protested when she came close enough to squirt him in the face.

"Ow! Fucking bitch!" Sheldon screamed as the hose nozzle attachment sent a powerful stream of water into his eyes.

Blindly, he tried to swat the hose from the old woman's hands. She just kept directing the powerful stream into his enraged face.

"Mrs. Tobin, that's enough," the first officer said.

"Aw shit, this don't look good," the second police officer said, seeing Evan's battered, bloodied face. "Need an ambulance."

"I'm sorry, Evan. I, I'm so sorry," Katya sobbed, hugging an unresponsive Evan.

In the aftermath, Evan found out that, while in his bathroom, Katya had snapped a cell phone picture of his semen trickling from her raw pussy. That picture had been sent to Sheldon's cell phone. She had included the message that her new man had fucked her, fucked her good, fucked her so much better than Sheldon ever had.

Evan was able to deduce that he'd been selected because he was the brother of the blonde boyfriend-stealing bitch. An added benefit to fucking Evan, rather than any of the other students at their school was that Evan's position as an intelligent young man was very threatening to Sheldon and his double digit IQ.

"But I never thought he'd do nothing like this," she sobbed piteously. "I mean, shit! Boy's on probation; he knows anything happens? Anything at all? It's all three years plus whatever."

"Told you," Evan said through his clenched teeth.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"And thanks to you, my jaw's going to be wired shut for, God! I'm skinny enough as it is!" Evan complained bitterly. "Now I can't eat anything solid for the next six weeks?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Katya wailed.

The hospital released Evan to the care of his irate mother. Catherine complained from semi-private ward to the door, Katya following behind them.

"Um, young lady? Uh, Sweetie? Thank you for keeping Evan company but you can go now," Catherine snapped at the young biracial girl.

One benefit to having a penitent girlfriend was Evan's stature on campus skyrocketed to near god-like status. The nerds, dorks, geeks looked on with undisguised envy as Evan now had a beautiful cheerleader orbiting around him. The Cheerleaders and Jocks looked on with undisguised curiousity until Katya let it slip that Evan Michael Reed was not scrawny where it counted.

"And girl? Eat pussy? Well I mean, I know he can't eat the pussy right now but... Damn!" Katya smirked as they dressed out for cheerleading practice that afternoon.

"Evan. Evan Michael Reed. My brother Evan," Evelyn verified, unbelieving.

"Oh don't tell me you ho enough even think 'bout fucking your own brother," Katya sneered; her animosity toward the blonde boyfriend-stealing bitch still running high.

Three cheerleaders jumped in between Evelyn and Katya. Mrs. Ortega threatened to boot them both off of the squad unless they could rein in their hostility immediately.

Katya did not want to jeopardize her cheerleading scholarship with the local college so contented herself with muttering some snide remarks under her breath but sat down and continued to lace her shoes. A moment later, Evelyn likewise continued to dress for their practice.

"Plus that, I know Evan don't have Chlamydia like Sheldon," Katya said as she trotted out of the locker room.

Katya smirked as she heard Evelyn's horrified gasp. Shaking her head, she looked over to where Cheryl Hinton was doing some warm-up stretches with a few of the younger girls. She joined them in stretching, limbering up before Mrs. Ortega had them out in the quite hot afternoon sun, rehearsing their routines for competition.

"You, you serious about him having that STD?" Evelyn hissed, tanned face pale as they filed out of the warm gymnasium into the brutal sunlight.

"Yeah. Why I wasn't drinking at Tatiana's party," Katya admitted. "Can't drink no alcohol while you on them antibiotics. Sheldon swears he ain't the one gave it to me but who else I been fucking? Him? He been fucking everyone."

"God. Great. Just. Great," Evelyn moaned, wondering how she would explain this situation to her mother.

"Why he broke up with me. Told him I wasn't fucking him 'til he showed me the 'all clear' from the clinic," Katya continued. "Way he was drinking at that party? Knew he hadn't gone get no treatment like he was saying."

"Oh sweet Jesus," Evelyn moaned.

"Need to thank the STD Queen over there," Katya said, pointing to Cheryl as the blonde culprit took her position in their line-up.

Twice during their practice, Mrs. Ortega had to tell Evelyn to focus, to concentrate. There was no third warning; Mrs. Ortega pulled the distracted girl from the routine and sent in a sophomore girl. Evelyn felt an icy rage descend as the girl seamlessly performed with the group. She felt a boiling hot rage descend as she looked at Cheryl as the blonde continued to perform with no missteps.

"This is a dangerous sport," Mrs. Ortega lectured Evelyn while the other girls ran to the gymnasium, to the locker room. "We don't need anyone who does not have their head in the game. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am," Evelyn agreed.

"So, tomorrow? I better see some improvement or Tanya will be taking your place. Got it?" the woman snapped, stomping away.

"Whatever, dyke," Evelyn thought but did not dare voice what most of the girls believed of the school's Mathmatics teacher.

Tatiana gave Evelyn a ride home; Sheldon had not waited around for her after classes and she still did not have a valid driver's license. At home, Evelyn went immediately to her brother's room.

"Hey, dork, uh, Tonya, you know Tonya? Red head? Think she's in the tenth grade or something," Evelyn said.

"Uh huh," Evan agreed, looking up from his Latin textbook.

"Uh, anyway, she uh, she thinks she might have that, what is it, that chlamydia?" Evelyn said.

"Really? Tonya Richardson?" Evan asked, his wired jaws making his words difficult to understand.

"Yeah, believe that?" Evelyn said.

"No, not at all," Evan said.

"But anyway, she was asking what happens if it, uh, it's not treated right away," Evelyn said.

"Chlamydia? After a few days? The male's testicles begin to decay," Evan said, thoroughly enjoying the look of panic in his sister's eyes. "And the female? Her uterus becomes rotted; the stench alone is unbearable."

"Oh God," Evelyn moaned.

"Then of course comes blindness and a couple days later? Insanity," Evan continued. "See, by then the disease is in their brain tissue and..."

"Blind, insanity?" Evelyn gasped, face pale.

"Or you could simply Google it," Evan thought as his sister left his bedroom. "But I doubt you even know how to spell chlamydia."

Michael was not at the dinner table; another late night meeting according to Catherine. Twice during dinner, Catherine had to order Evan to put his cell phone away. She did not notice that her daughter was unusually quiet, that she was not having to order Evelyn to cease with the texting, at least while they were at the dinner table.

"Who are you texting with anyway?" Catherine finally thought to ask her son.

"Katya. Katya Franks," Evan said.

"Katya Franks," Evelyn helpfully deciphered for their mother.

"The, that little um, colored girl? The one you were with when that boy attacked you?" Catherine asked. "The one that was at the hospital?"

"Uh huh," Evan agreed.

"I uh, son, uh, really, I really don't like you hanging around with uh, with that uh, that girl," Catherine said.

"Because she's black?" Evan guessed.

"Mom, really?" Evelyn asked, shocked by her mother's apparent racism. "Because she's black? And anyway she's not totally black; she says her daddy's some white guy."

"Uh, oh, oh no, no, it it's because, I mean, she got you attacked and..." Catherine tried to justify.

"Got me attacked by her boyfriend," Evan said, pointing toward his sister.

"I, Evelyn, this, is this true? The boy that attacked your brother? Is the same boy you, you've just started seeing?" Catherine demanded.

"Yes ma'am," Evelyn agreed. "But how was I supposed to know he would..."

"This smoothie is horrible," Evan complained. "What is this anyway?"

"Well, it's got that protein and that vitamin powder the doctor prescribed," Catherine defended.

"But, what else does it have in it?" Evan asked, examining the glass with suspicion.

"Well, I thought some beef broth and you know, some uh, some broccoli and cauliflower, you know, in the blender would be a good supper," Catherine said.

"Think I'm going be sick," Evan said.

"Mom? I uh, I think, I uh, I need to go see Dr. Milton," Evelyn blurted out, sure she could smell her uterus beginning its rapid decay.

"Why? What, what's wrong?" Catherine asked, hand going immediately to Evelyn's forehead.

"I'm going to my room to starve to death," Evan said, pushing the disgusting warm beef broth smoothie away.

Evan would have laughed when he heard their mother's horrified shriek. He would have laughed but the pain in his face was reaching a fever pitch. He crushed up a pain reliever and washed the residue through the small gap in between upper and lower jaw with some warm water.

Thankfully, by breakfast time, Catherine decided not to be creative and fixed Evan a simple fruit smoothie to help him start his day. The bags under his eyes were testament to the level of pain he'd endured through the night.

"You. Need to hurry; we're picking up Katya," Evan said as Evelyn dawdled over her breakfast.

"We're going to Dr. Milton's," Catherine snarled, glaring bitterly at her daughter.

"Oh. Okay," Evan smirked. "Is everything okay?"

The house was a slightly dilapidated wooden house among other slightly run-down and dilapidated houses in an older neighborhood. Katya's car, passenger window taped over with a garbage bag sat in the driveway. He got out of the car and approached the front door.

"Hi Baby!" Katya beamed, opening the door before he could knock. "Mom! I'm going!"

Evan winced with pain when she kissed him. She then thrust a Newhart's cup into his hand. She grabbed her backpack, slammed the door and kissed him again.

"Got you a strawberry malt last night. Had to tell Lena she even looks at it I will kill her," Katya said happily, pulling Evan to his car.

"Thank you," Evan said, giving the malt a suck. "How'd you keep it cold?"

"Stuck it in the freezer last night. Then got it out this morning and put it in my room. Lena knows she goes in my room? It is certain death," Katya said happily as she buckled up.

Evan took another satisfying suck on the malt, then put it into his cup holder so that he could drive. Katya picked the cup up and gave it a few hearty sucks. Then she directed Evan to drive out to Howell Park.

"What? Why?" Evan asked even as he put his blinker on to make the left hand turn.

"You got to ask, you ain't as smart as I thought you was," Katya smirked.

"Hey, woman," Evan complained when he discovered his malt was significantly lighter.

"Car really ain't big enough to..." Katya opined when Evan parked behind the concession stand.

"No kidding," Evan agreed.

"But..." Katya said, reaching across the console and unzipping Evan's trousers.

She unzipped her own jeans as she wormed his rapidly swelling cock from his trousers. Stuffing her left hand into her jeans, Katya gave Evan's cock a long slurp. Evan gasped and grunted as Katya gave him a very noisy, very enthusiastic blow job. She brought herself off very quickly with her hand and his hand fondling her heavy breasts seemed to help.

His first blow job was phenomenal. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth was intense enough but when her tongue began waggling around first the head of his cock, then along the shaft, Evan was sure that he'd entered into an entirely new dimension of time and space and nothingness and wholeness.

"Katya, I, I'm about to..." Evan warned, the pain in his jaw forgotten as the sperm bubbled up in his balls.

"Mm hmm," Katya agreed, sucking forcefully on his cock.

After draining his balls, she then drained his malt. With a happy giggle she ordered him to drive them to school. She giggled again when he growled in frustration at his empty malt cup.

Pulling into the student parking lot, they shared a quick kiss before he stepped out into the muggy morning air. He then came around and opened her door for her. He smiled as he followed her; she put a little sassy wiggle into her walk.

"SO, uh, Reed, you uh, you and Katya, huh?" Katya heard one of Evan's friends ask as she hurried away to join the milling throng of her friends.

"Uh, what I and Katya do? None of your business. Look at her. Now, look at me. I'm lucky someone as beautiful as that even looks at me twice," Katya heard her man declare.

She skidded to a stop. Turning, she walked back to where Evan and a fellow dork were shuffling toward the door of the school's main building. Putting her arms tightly around a surprised Evan, she squeezed him, then kissed him on his lips.

"What we do is our business," Katya informed the silent, slightly sweating dork. "But look at him. I'm so lucky even be with him, hear?"

"Love you, Baby. See you later," Katya said, kissing Evan again before scurrying away to join her stunned friends.

"Girl, what? What was that all about?" Simone Washington, another biracial cheerleader hissed.

"Sheldon? Or Tony? Oh, oh, or that Curtis? They'd been bragging their lying asses off telling everyone what we done. Even if we ain't done it," Katya tried to explain as they entered the barely cool air of the main building. "And ain't one of them would have said they was lucky to be with me. They'd been acting like I was the lucky one."

"Huh," Simone mused, looking at Evan Reed and some of the other geeks and dorks that were now milling around Evan's locker.

"Thought they said they was getting the air conditioning fixed," Tatiana complained as she followed Katya and Simone to the row of lockers.

Evelyn's face was puffy and her eyes were red when she did show up for school. Quietly, she informed Evan that she would need a ride home and she was to go straight home after cheerleading practice. Katya very quickly claimed the front seat of Evan's car for the ride home.

"Don't worry. You always get the front seat," Evan assured Katya and she beamed.

"See?" she hissed to Simone. THAT'S what I'm doing with him. I ALWAYS get the front seat. I know exactly where I stand with him and where I stand is the front seat."

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The cheerleaders were eliminated in the first round. Cheryl swore someone shoved her, causing her to fall. When she fell, two of the other cheerleaders also fell; Tonya Richardson suffering a broken arm.

"I was pushed. Mrs. Ortega, I was pushed," Cheryl tearfully protested as the dejected girls made their way to the bus.

Evan Michael Reed was the valedictorian but could not give his speech because of his broken jaw. So his sister was selected to read Evan's notes out loud. Reading was not her strongest attribute and public speaking was also not her strong suit. Even though Evan, and to a lesser extent Michael and Catherine had encouraged Evelyn to read the notes, study the words beforehand, she had neglected to study the speech.

Finally Evelyn came to the conclusion and stepped away from the podium. The applause was more for her finally dragging to an end rather than for the inspiring, uplifting words that Evan had penned. Gratefully, she resumed her seat then gave Evan a piece of her mind for writing so many polysyllabic words.

"Should have studied it before you went up there; wouldn't have looked like such a retard," Evan smirked at her.

The diplomas and awards were handed out, the principal said a few words of thanks to the faculty and finally, the ceremony was over. The students attempted and failed at an orderly procession from the building.

Outside of the sweltering auditorium, pockets of students and family gathered in the parking lot. Some students came over to chat with Evelyn. A few even seemed to remember that Evan had been the valedictorian of their graduating class and spoke briefly with him.

"Momma, Momma, come on. I want you to meet my boyfriend," Katya said, pulling an attractive African-American woman to where Evan, Evelyn, Michael and Catherine stood.

"Hi," Evan smiled at the woman. "I'm Evan Reed. It is very nice to meet you."

"Daddy? What, what you doing here?" Katya squealed happily, seeing Michael Reed. "Momma said you was out of town and..."

"Shit," Michael spat.

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The End

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