Good Girls: New year, new problems - Sex Stories

Good Girls: New year, new problems

... the school from hers. I… I couldn’t have changed that much… Was it mean of me to wait, or to talk to her? He got to class and sat down in his seat, which was in the middle of the room. He put his head down and groaned. His history teacher started the lesson with the bell and Kyle barely paid attention. It was the same stuff as first period. He fell asleep until the bell ending the period told him to wake up. As he grabbed his stuff he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and glanced up at Natalie Herald, an old classmate of his who’d never really spoken to him before. “Hi… are you a new student?” “Not really… you’re Natalie, right?” She nodded. “I’m Kyle. Kyle Wade. We’ve been in class together since like fifth grade.” “Oh… Oh god, I’m so sorry Kyle. I didn’t mean to… I just wanted… I’m so sorry!” She apologized once more as she scuttled off, almost running out of the door. Kyle tried to yell for her to wait and failed. He glanced at his teacher, Mr. Fin, as the old man chuckled behind his desk. “Kyle, you really have a way with the ladies.” “Thanks, Mr. Fin.” “You’ve really grown. Most of them were a bit curious as to who you were… I don’t blame them. I barely recognize you.” “Thanks Mr. Fin.” “What’s got you down?” Kyle sighed. “Nothing, Mr. Fin.” His teacher gave him a stare. Not accusatory, just… a long look. As if he was just noticing Kyle. “You know, you can always talk to me; to any of the teachers here, actually. We’ve watched you kids grow up, even if you ...

... don’t think so. You’re one we’ve kept an eye on.” “Okay, Mr. Fin.” “Damn kid, you need to lighten up. Have some fun, make some friends.” “Mr. Fin, I just lost… ah, never mind. It doesn’t matter. Maybe you’re right. I’ll try and make some friends.” “Kyle, sometimes you can’t help changing. Just remember that, all right?” “Yes sir, Mr. Fin.” “Get to class.” “Okay Mr. Fin.” Kyle left for third period. ************** The rest of his day went the same way his first two periods had. Hannah had three more classes with him and ignored him in all of them. A total of ten people approached him and asked his name, where he had moved from. He just told them his name and they ran like he was the plague, making up some excuse as they did. By eighth period, he was so depressed he’d given up on speaking at all. He finished his book in his last period and headed for the library as school ended. His mom wouldn’t be off of work until late, and his father, Casey’s father, wouldn’t be back from his trip for almost another month. He had no schedule, and he didn’t quite want to go back to someplace where the changes to his life were so drastically evident. He returned his book and browsed the shelved, finding absolutely nothing that he liked. As he walked out, he saw Natalie sitting alone at one of the tables. I should apologize… he walked over and made sure to approached from behind her; he didn’t want to scare her off again. He pulled out a chair and sat down as he tapped her on the shoulder, making ...