Spurned Love (HotTexasCowboy x Loneiysong)

[loneiysong]

Stacy sighed as she leaned against the locker thinking of her next test. She really, REALLY didn't want to go to Chemistry. She debated just ditching, but knew that an important piece of homework was due. It counted for a big part of her grade. She knew if she got an F in this class, she would not be able to be in cheerleading, and she most certainly would have no hope of going to any good cheerleading college. Also, if she cut this class, she would barred from the Spring Formal dance. All of her friends were going and she would be a social outcast if she didn't go. Plus, the star quarterback, Logan, had invited her to it and was even renting a limo.

Stacy sighed, steeling her nerve. Stepping away from her locker with one glance in her mirror, she shut the door and walked to Mrs. Bealz Chemistry class. Stacy Green was a beautiful girl. No beautiful was not a correct word. She was very attractive. Her blonde ringlet hair was pulled up into a pony tail. She wore a pink dress that was almost too small for her. It hugged her breasts and raised the hem of her shirt up so a faint glint of her belly button diamon would be seen. She wore a short frilly jean skirt. Her heels made soft clicks as she walked into the chemistry class.

In Mrs. Bealz class, you were not allowed to sit where you wanted. You had to sit wherever the evil crone dictated where you sit. She looked in and stepped into the class already seeing a lot of her girls there. The only plus side was that there was a boy who worshiped her very feet. It was pathetic, but he would give her an A on her homework. She sat down, putting her pink backpack to the side and brought out her Chemistry book and black folder decorated with pictures of her and her girlfriends she looked at him with her big blue eyes. She set her Juicy Couture purse to the side on top of the desk that she shared with him.

"Hey, honey, did you do that homework last night?" She said. Her glossy lips pouting in the way that she knew he liked. Jello boy. Too chubby for her taste.

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

Fletcher Gilroy was in his seat in Chem class promptly, five minutes before the tardy bell. Chemistry was one of his favorites, even though class work was way too easy for him. Gilroy had been a science geek since elementary school, going through phases of rocketry, geology, lasers, astronomy, chemistry, and now biochemistry. Fletcher was the kind of kid who always won the science fair, usually with projects even his teachers were hard pressed to fully understand. He was a book and lab nerd, the kind of guy who could barely get through gym class, much less any extra-curricular sports. Only a few friends, fellow geeks, called him Fletcher. A lot of the other students called him "Tubby", and too many of the "in" crowd, if they talked to him at all, called him "Jello Boy." That started in early grades, when he was about the only person in school who could stand to eat the jello they served with school lunches. The fact that he was kind of pudgy most of his life only reinforced the nickname.

Of course, just about everyone at this school now was the "in" crowd. It was an exclusive private school, with the very best facilities and teachers, funded by the wealthy and elite of the community for their children. Fletcher had no business being here; his parents were poor and worked as laborers. His clothes were discount store knockoffs that rarely fit him well. But Donneymore Academy flattered themselves with 'preparing the best', and so they handed out a few scholarships each year to needy geniuses who could raise their overall GPA stats. Fletcher filled that bill.

He thrived to the academic stimulation, but socially he was pretty miserable. The one bright exception was sitting by Stacy in Mrs. Bealz's Chem class. She was clearly part of the school elite, but she favored him with smiles and friendly words, and he thought she was the most sexy thing he'd laid eyes on. It didn't matter to him that she was always copying off his work. He'd do whatever she asked, as far as he was concerned.

"Sure thing, Stacy," he returned her greeting, asking about homework. He knew Stacy wasn't that comfortable with science, but that was okay. Glancing quickly to see Mrs. Bealz was occupied, he slipped her his paper so she could copy the answers quickly. They'd even gotten away with her looking over at his test papers from time to time. He was sure she appreciated it, and was liking him more every day.

At mid-day, Fletcher was at his usual lunch table in the cafeteria, eating with Robbie Dunlap, another scholarship student like him. Fletch kept turning to stare at the center table, the one Stacy was eating at with others of her circle, stylish and lovely young women and hunky, boisterous young men, star athletes and future inheritors of their parents' businesses. But Fletcher only had eyes for Stacy, something Robbie couldn't help but notice.

"I'm gonna ask her to the Spring Formal," Fletcher announced to his friend, answering an unasked question.

"Who? You mean that Stacy girl? Come on, bro! Get serious! She's one of the Tops, you know. She'll never go out with you, and certainly not to the Formal."

"She likes me," Fletcher insisted. "Every day in Chem class, she's always got something to say to me. I'm going to ask her before someone gets to her first. I'm going to do it... right now!" Fletcher was already wiping some sweat from his forehead, finding the prospect both exciting and frightening at the same time. While Robbie shook his head, certain his buddy was headed to certain humiliation, Fletcher got up and approached Stacy's table.

A couple of the girls giggled at him as he neared, and one of the boys, a football player of course, glared at him with disgust. "Get lost, Jello Boy," he barked dismissively.

But Fletcher had made it this far, he wasn't going to stop now. "S-s-stacy?" he stammered out, "I, uh, could I, uh t-t-talk to you for a, uh, a second?" He hoped she would leave her table so he could ask her privately.

 

[loneiysong]

Stacy was eating a salad and talking to her friends. They were already comparing dresses they were going to wear. Stacy picked out a sexy but classy white dress with sequines. She was eating her lunch with Summer Vienna and Rose Shumacer. Her two closest friends and what she called her worker bees. They didn't have a brain to rub together, but, they followed her blindly.

Rose leaned forward and hissed at Stacy. "Don't look now, Jello Boy has you in his sites." Stacy rolled her eyes skyward and then plastered on a smile. Logan and a few of teh jocks began to go "Boom baba" with every step he made ala Stand By Me.

Stacy turned a sweet smile to him. She even batted her eyes. She had made it much too far in this semester to fail Chemistry. And he was bringing her GPA up. It didn't hurt. She grinned and looked at him as he stuttered mentally counting the seconds as they ticked by. God this kid was going to die a virgin.

The girls gasped at the faux pas, but Stacy was well known for using her charm and wit. Clearing her throat, she watched Fletcher and then nodded. "Sure Felix." SHe always got his name wrong. Standing up, she walked with him not too far. She canted her head and batted her eyes at him.

"So, Fred, whats up?" She canted her head and looked at him. She prayed the poor kid didn't piss himself. The girls knew that Stacy was up to something and leaned watching her wondering what was going on. Stacy stole a glance at Logan and winked. His hackles immediately deflated. Crossing her arms under her breasts, she looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Deciding to be mean, she raised her arms so her breasts were extra perky and showing him that belly button ring. Even the very tops of her pink lace panties.

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

Fletcher missed everything: the laughs, the glances at her friends, particularly the guys. He only had eyes for her, and she wasn't helping the way she stretched and showed off her body for him. His eyes were glued for a moment at her boobs, and then drawn for a second to her waist and that glimpse of her panties. God, what a goddess! he thought. Man up! he chided himself. He took a deep breath and even managed to get a bit of control over his stuttering.

"W-well, you know the p-p-prom is coming up next m-month, right?" he began, wishing he wasn't sweating so much, wishing he could get control of his weight, wishing he could get a date once in his lifetime. He tended to think of high school as his lifetime, not really looking forward beyond it. "Ssssso, I was wondering if you might, you know, m-m-might wanna be my d-date. For the p-prom, you know?"

The prom would be the highlight of the final weeks of the school year, and if he could just go with a fabulous girl like Stacy, it might change his whole life. At least, that's the way he was thinking at the moment. Of course, rejection would sink him back into depression, but he was kinda used to social depression.

 

[loneiysong]

Hearing him stutter, her friends giggled ruthlessly, but Stacy was on a mission. She wanted to further up her street cred and further belittle him and put him in his place. It was his own fault really for having the balls to walk up to her and talk to her. What was the world coming to when you were accosted by nerdy boys. But still, she played it cool.

"Oh no, the prom is next month? That totally slipped up on me." She smiled adn looked at him playing the airhead she knew all nerds thought of her. "Oh Fred, really? Your asking me out?" She grinned wider and clapped her hands bouncing up and down making those breasts giggle. "Oh Fred, you are so sweet. Yes I will be your date for the prom." She squealed and clapped her hands. The show was a little much and she was sure that Fred would totally see through the act and just go sit back down.

The people at her table chuckled a bit and she smiled and took his face and kissing his temple she winked. "Great, we have so much to plan for, let me get back to my friends and you to yours." SHe purred adn sashayed away swinging ehr ass for him.

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

Fletcher had been expecting the worst, so he took no notice of the fairly obvious signs he was being played. He accepted her act as gospel, and even the way she swayed past him to return to her table of 'top tier' socialites didn't faze him. With a silly grin on his face, he returned to his table in 'nerd corner', hardly seeing anything in the cafeteria, which consisted of most other students pointing at him and surreptitiously laughing.

Robbie stared at him from across the table. "I don't know whether you're a sap, or if I should worship you as my god," he declared, not certain himself if Fletcher's success was to be believed. "She really said yes? You know, you're going to have to rent a tux. Where you going to get the cash for that?" He knew Fletcher's family situation; a couple of working class parents who could barely make ends meet, even if they didn't drink up half their wages.

Fletcher blinked and shook his head, but couldn't wipe the silly grin off his face. "Don't worry, man, I'll make it up. Mr. Saenz said I can work after school cleaning up the animal lab, and I..." He shrugged. "I can go without lunches for a couple of weeks. Heck, it might even help me to lose a couple of pounds." He didn't mind cleaning up the shit and piss from the animal cages. He had been very dedicated in his biochem research this semester, and spent a lot of time observing the animal groups in the lab, taking samples and analyzing the results. He felt he was making real progress in what would be his senior thesis and the key to getting him an Ivy League scholarship.

But that was not occupying his thoughts right now. Did you see the way she played with her tits for me? he wanted to say to his friend. He was certain the way she was flirting with him that she was really interested. Who knows? After a few dances at the prom, maybe she'd want to sit somewhere and make out? Meanwhile, he would keep on feeding her answers in Chemistry, and scrimp his savings to get a tux. He was going to look his best for her on Prom Night.

That afternoon after school, Fletcher confirmed with the animal lab teacher that he could pick up some extra money cleaning up the cages. Fletcher made short work of it, and then, with no one left in the lab but him, he spent some time observing the animals. He was particularly interested in the social groupings of mouse colony Delta. Up until two weeks ago, the colony was clearly dominated by mouse MD-55. That male had perfect fur, was the fastest and strongest of the males, and attracted a harem of the most desirable mouse females. The other males had been out-classed and skulked about, hoping to find a cast-off female to mate with while 55 got all the best chicks. Fletcher had taken samples from 55 and compared it to the 'lesser' males of the colony, and believed he had found a surfeit of certain genetic proteins compared to the rest of the males. He had found nearly identical results in other mammal colonies: from rats to guinea pigs, to weasels, to hamsters, to cats, and even the dogs.

Two weeks ago, Fletcher had started a second phase of his experiment. He had managed to synthesize the "Alpha" proteins, as he called them, and chose one of the least dominant males of the mouse colony, injecting it with his A-1a formula. Now there were definite signs of change in the colony hierarchy. MD-55 had resisted, but MP-12, who used to be far down the pack, now had the appearance and attitude that was putting him in charge. The females clustered around him and ignored the others, even MD-55. Fletcher's subsequent samples had shown that, not only had MP-12 benefitted from the initial injection of formula A-1a, but that the injection had jump started his cellular system to increase output of the proteins on its own. Fletcher planned to continue to monitor the colony and see how long the effect might last. Next week, he was going to expand his experiment to other colonies in the lab.

"How's it feel, 12?" he asked idly as he carefully returned the new top mouse to the colony cage after taking his sample. "To have gone from loser to leader in one fell swoop. You feeling on top of the world?" Almost immediately, females surrounded the returning leader, and he was mating within seconds, the females nearly fighting each other to become his partner. For a moment, Fletcher's thoughts drifted to Stacy. Maybe some of this "Alpha" protein is rubbing off on me, he mused, to help him get her attention. Well, humans were a lot more complex than mice, he reminded himself. But, who knows, once she sees him in a tux, maybe things will really take off...

 

[loneiysong]

Stacy grinned as she walked back to her table adn sat down. All the men clustered around her along with her cheerleader friends and grinned. The girl closest to Stacy giggled and bumped her shoulder.

"So whats up? What is forming in that evil brilliant head of yours?" She purred to her and looked into her eyes.

"Well first off, Logan," She turned her attention to the star quarter back that everyone knew she was with. "I am still going to the prom with you, but you need to treat the kid like he stole me away from you." Logan chuckled and nudged all his buddies and nodded. "Now girls, I need each of you to start making alot of jello. We will bring it here and store it in the ice chests under the bleacher."

"What about our beer?" One of the lesser football players piped up only to get punched in the arm by Logan.

"We are making an example. Next year, do you want a nerdy chick asking you out to prom?" She motioned to the nerd table where a girl Nancy, sat looking over her food. She always was a loner.

The football player shut up.

That day, after school, Logan and a bunch of his budies went to see Fletcher. Logan snarled adn gripped Fletcher's collar and slammed him against the wall. "How dare you steal Stacy away from me?! Who the fuck do you think you are?! Now she only has eyes for you! You will live to regret this!" The football team had to drag him off before a teacher came. "You WILL regret this JELLO BOY!!" He howled down the hall.

Stacy had been a busy girl the last few weeks. She had picked out a very beautiful dress and even accessories that made her look like a dream. She was calling it mod Marilyn Manroe. Her dress was white with long slit up the center. The plunging neckline would show her breasts and she was doing her hair up. Running to the phone, she called Fletcher and leaned back as she strapped her heels on and grinned.

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

For Fletcher it had been an exciting month. Stacy still flirted with him subtly in Chem class, although her attention to him otherwise was pretty subdued. She basically ignored him in lunch, and only had a few seconds to let him talk to her in the halls. The day he was nearly attacked by Logan and other jocks had almost been a triumph. Fletcher had been abused by the jocks and other elites most of his academic life. He'd seen his underwear flying from the flagpole more than once, and had to go to class with his head soaking from toilet swirlies. But this time, the school hero was mad! At Fletcher! For stealing his girl! Even as he anticipated the rival's vengeance at any moment, Fletcher walked away from the encounter with a big smile, and triumphantly regaled the adventure to a few of his admiring geek friends.

He'd had to delicately broach the subject to Stacy of him not having a car to drive her to the prom. A lot of the rich kids were leasing limos for their big arrival, or showing off their expensive sports car convertibles. It was all Fletcher could do to save up the money to rent his tux, but she seemed fine with it. She'd have a car, and it was just a matter of deciding where she would meet him before Prom.

Things couldn't be going better, he felt. Even the lab work was progressing. The same protein formula that had worked so dramatically for the mice had now shown equal success for other mammals. The ferrets and guinea pigs had seen the lowest of the heirarchical chain take over once he was injected with the serum. Cats and dogs were showing the same results. In fact, it seemed the larger the animal species, the more powerfully the formula worked on them. The former doormats were able to dominate their pack with ease and power. They improved greatly physically, becoming impressive specimens that attracted the devoted attention of all the females.

As the night of the prom approached, he picked up his tux and tried it on. The rental place had fitted him as best they could from their stock, and it was still a little tight in places, but he thought overall the impression was good. His parents barely noticed, although his dad had said something about wasting his money.

Fletcher waited by the phone to hear from Stacy on when and where she would be picking him up.

 

[loneiysong]

Stacy grinned and then smiled as he picked up her phone.

"Hey honey," She purred through the phone and leaned back crossing her legs. "Look, could you meet me at the school parking lot for prom? I know that it sucks but a few of my friends have asked me to pick them up and they are out of the way. Alright?" She smiled adn then grinned at his excited voice. "Alright, I will see you then lover." She hung up and then dialed her friends and smiled. "Don't forget the jello bombs." She finished dressing.

Stacy waited, Logan knocked on her door and gave her her corsage and she kissed his lips. Her family snapped a few shots with her camera and she giggled taking it and said goodbye. She moved out to the limo with the rest of her friends and footballers. They laughed adn enjoyed each others company until she saw that they were pulling into the garage and slowly moving forward. She had it all planned out. She grabbed an engorged balloon with jello and chuckled waiting until she saw him.