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High School Girls

... classes, nailing their teachers with insightful questions that left them stammering or blocking. The very way she had called him 'thick', where other girls would have settled for 'stupid' or 'moron', made her different from the others. Usually showing talent or intelligence at anything other than sports garnered you scorn and got you called a nerd, a geek or worse. But Amy was also good at sports too. He remembered when he had seen her swim that one time. The thought of her in that sexy red one-piece... He lingered on the mental image, feeling his cock start to swell, and dashed it. I am thick, he thought dully. And ugly. And a geek. Why would she go out with me? It's a fantasy. He took some shallow satisfaction from the knowledge that as far as he knew, she hadn't gone out with anyone else either. "Stop sulking, Sam. After all, there's plenty of fish in the lake," Joe said philosophically and Darren laughed. "What?" "The sea, Joe. Plenty of fish in the sea!" "Whatever," Joe said contentedly, taking another bite. "You guys know what I mean." Their needling never phased him. He knew it was good- natured, and knew he was a bit of a blockhead. He didn't mind. "Yeah." Darren smiled. "Joe's right, Sam. At least you had the guts to go and ask her. Lots of guys wouldn't even be able to do that!" "Yeah, I know," Sam said dispiritedly. I don't want other fish, he thought. I just want her. Taking his mind off of it, he asked Darren, "Speaking of guts - you need to stand up to Mike. ...

... I mean it. Thugs like him won't ever leave you alone, unless you show them you won't take their shit." Darren turned to his sandwich. "Leave it be, guys." "We're your friends, Darren. You know you can count on us. But we can't always be at your side," Joe said, looking down. Where did his burger go? Damn, did he eat it already? He was still hungry. He got up. "I gotta get some more grub." Darren and Sam watched him leave, then Sam turned to Darren. "He's right. We can't -" "Let it go, Sam! It's my business, not yours!" Sam flinched. "Alright, alright. Don't get your panties in a twist. I'll just say this, and drop it. At some point in your life, you're going to have to take a stand. And the sooner you do it, the happier you will be." Darren scowled, annoyed. Happy? He somehow didn't think he'd ever be truly happy. But as long as he had friends like Sam and Joe, he thought he could at least be content. As for Mike... he mentally shrugged. In less that a year, he'd be gone. MIT. Harvard. Some far-off university where he could be among people like himself - intelligent, creative and educated. He felt a stab of sadness at the thought of leaving Sam and Joe behind. But these were the days of the internet, and he would keep in touch. Come back occasionally. Stephenson was right, he thought. The world is made up of Morlocks and Eloi. He was a Morlock. People like him made the world run. Guys like Mike were the Eloi. They looked good, and did the things that Morlocks couldn't be ...