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New girl in school (Junko and Atom)

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AtomSmasher

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Seclusion. Grant's only love. To be perfectly frank, Grant was a loser. He had a girlfriend, he had never been kissed, and only a month earlier had he finally killed his acne problem. What was there to like about him anyway? He was tall and skinny, standing at about 6'4, he had no muscle or fat on his body. The true definition of skin and bones. He was socially awkward, he muttered to himself, he had no real friends, besides the books in the library. His brown hair almost covered his brown eyes, though it wasn't quite long enough. To a kid like Grant, an attractive girl was something that frequent his dreams. Grant had one thing going for him however, he was smart. Though he was quiet, and he didn't like stepping out of his comfort zone, a few words of encouragement from his older brother would change that. . .

Ding! The ring of the bell signaled the end of 3rd period, Grant's study time. He cleaned his books and papers up, shoved them into his backpack, and hustled down to his 4th period class, Calculus. Supposedly, there was supposed to be a new student in class today who would be sharing tables with him. He would finally have a partner and things wouldn't seem so awkward for him, as if things weren't already. What Grant lacked in skill, he made up for in ambition. He was determined to have a friend. Why should this new guy hate him? He wouldn't even know him, let alone have anything to base any sort of judgement off of. As he hurried into the seat, he looked toward the seat next to him and read the nametag: Kathleen.

The simple word repeated itself over and over in his mind. A girl? He would be partnering up with a girl? Grant thought back to what little female contact he had ever had. Ever. It was never good, either he was ridiculed or he was turned down and then ridiculed, all scenarios led to the same outcome. His mind skipped, and he was obviously nervous. Sweat was beginning to form on his brow. Time seemed to slow down, and ever tick of the second hand was loud and clear in Grant's mind. Where was the teacher? Why is everyone staring at me? His mind raced. Finally, he stood up and excused himself from the room into the hallway, where the gust of open air felt good on his face. He just needed to calm down, maybe things would turn out for the better. . . Hopefully they would.
 
Kathleen Anzaker, a blonde beauty from England, although born there she always lived in the U.S. Since very little Kathleen has been on her own, his parents leaving her on the streets to fend off for herself after failing on one class, calculus. She was a smart girl, she knew what she wanted and always strived to get it. Placing both of her parents in jail because they left her on the streets she went to social services. Jumping from one house to the other, nobody could handle her, she had different sexual appetites that seemed to always get her in trouble with her foster parents. She did not mind though, she liked to travel around and because of that she got adept on quite a few languages.

Ten years later she celebrated her eighteen birthday, finally she was a woman and could live alone. As soon as she signed the papers that released her from social services, she was on her own. She moved to the US where she had a friend there that promised her a job, with the only condition that she would finish her last grade at high school that she never got to finish. A small price to pay she figured she could at least get some good fucking while at school. She grew up with a model like body, perfect breasts and great ass, she took well care of her body, and she needed it after all her job was being a model.

She sighed as she heard the alarm go off; it was the first day in her school. She got up and looked at the uniform, she would look great. She figured she would have some problems with other females since she would be the oldest, if she did she knew what to do. She got dressed and walked to her school. After about twenty minutes she was at the school, after getting the papers and watching what class she would take to finish her high school, the class that she sucked at, calculus. She sighed and nodded walking to the classroom, “Room 2-A, and I already have a partner…great”. She sighed and entered the room.

The room was full of boys and girls, most of the boys quickly looked at her and a slight bulge could be seen on their pants. She noticed that but acted as she didn’t, the woman teacher quickly introduced her as the new student, she bowed and smirked, “Hiya, I am Kathleen, call me Kat if you want”. The stares of the girls at the school were obvious, a very good dare for those of them having boyfriends. She was pointed at the seat were she would be sitting, she was next to what it seemed one of the nerds of the class, finally she could graduate if she worked some of her charms on this boy.
 
The feeble boy could feel his breath escaping his lips. She was beautiful. If she wasn't modeling now, she should be. He turned his body ever so slightly away from her, as to hide his own bulge. He found it harder and harder to catch his breath, harder and harder to concentrate on one of his favorite teachers and her lectures, but the girl now sitting across from him was one of the greatest things he had ever seen, though before this point, the greatest thing he had ever seen was some movie that played on the Sci-fi channel. As of right now, Grant doubted he could stand or do anything with out his bulge becoming completely obvious, so he scooted his chair into the table more, and hoped he wouldn't be called on.

Towards the end of class, the teacher was getting ready to wrap things up. "Don't forget, Project 2 is due in a week." She looked toward Grant and Kathleen. As the other students were filing out of the room, she wandered over to the pair. "I suggest you guys somehow work out how you will do the project. If you need a little bit of extra time, you can have it." She said with a smile as she started to walk to her lunch break. She usually let class out to lunch early, and today was no exception.

With a deep breath, Grant finally found it within himself to turn to her. He held his hand out, though he found it difficult to make eye contact with someone as beautiful was Kathleen. He almost didn't feel worthy. "Grant." He said to her in a muffled voice, as he mumbled under his breath. "My name is Grant Horger." He said again to her incase she didn't hear the first time, though this was a little louder than before. He already knew her name, how could he forget it. Her name was almost as beautiful as she was. His heart hurt and his brain wasn't functioning. . . is this was love felt like?

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Brian Brohmley, the local stud noticed the girl as soon as she came in. Her name wasn't important, her body was. He was the star Quarterback, Point Guard, and Centerfielder for the school. You name a sport, and he excelled at it. He was dating the local queen bee, the head cheerleader, but everyone knew that he was sleeping around with everyone else. In fact, there was almost wasn't a girl he hadn't fucked more than twice. As he walked by the new girl, he slipped a piece of paper into her bag. It read:

Brian ~ 555-0999

Call or Text me.

She had to have seen him, how could she not have? His plan at this point was simple. Fuck Kathleen, replace Rebecca. He always had to have the hottest girl sucking his dick, second best just would not do.
 
She sighed and nodded at the guy, “I guess you already know mine since I told it to the rest of the class, nice to meet ya Grant”. She smiled and heard the bell ring, she stretched out, her breasts forming from behind the uniform. She was not wearing any bra, she did not liked it, she took a paper from her bag, the same paper where the jock wrote his number, without reading it she turned it around to the none written part and wrote her cell phone number giving it to grant, “Call me whenever you like to do that damn work”. She sighed stood up and walked out the room, she gave her phone number for a couple of reasons besides the work.

As she walked around the school boys stared at her, she knew what they were staring at, her butt or breasts. She smirked and went to eat, after getting a salad she sat alone, ten minute passed and the table was full of young boys. She waved all of them off, their proposals to go out and everything, they just wanted to get on her pants, but she won’t give it to just anybody. A quick “I am too good for you” drove them off, including the quarterback that talked to her after noticing she did not even read his note. After finishing off her meal she stood up only to be pushed to the wall and kissed by the quarterback, her eyes flared up as she did not gave him any order to do that, she quickly landed a kick between his legs then punched him straight in the nose leaving him on the ground. People astonished by what they saw and the teachers with their mouth opened wide, he was known to do that to new girls and other guys break it, not the girl that was the victim, and in such a matter, she was obviously from the streets.

She sighed and left the dinning room as calmly as she entered it. She heard the bell ring and knew she could pass the rest of the classes easily. Next was the physical education class then she had no more classes. Because of her average when she was studying she had only to take two classes, Calculus and PE. She walked to the basketball court where they gave the class and switched into her swimming suit. As she got out all the boys stared at her body, including the male teacher who had a huge bulge on his pants and was trying to get the attention off him. She smirked and jumped in the pool, and the class started, boys approaching and she waving them off, that was what all the class was about, finally the bell rang and she was free for the day.
 
With the newly acquired piece of paper clutched to his chest, he watched her walk out the door for lunch. He thought about going with her, but realized that would do more harm than good, and just elected to sit in the classroom and think to himself about the events that just unfolded. He stood up slowly and walked to his last class. Boy, today was a good day, all in all. He met a beautiful girl, he got her number, and he was going to call her tonight, as soon as he got a chance to. Though, it wasn't as though they were on a date or anything, they were merely just going to do the work. They were going to do the work. That work was all they were going to be doing. He kept thinking to himself as he got on the bus that took him home every day. . .

As soon as he got home, he fed his fish and sat down infront of his computer. With the blinking cursor infront of him, he typed long conversations to his buddies in Japan, India, and Sweden, all through some video game they played online or some other unflattering hobby he was once, or still is into. As he sat back in the chair, he pulled the piece of paper out that she had given him and looked it over. That douche Brian was trying to get into her pants, just like every other hot shot guy out there. He was the only real one. She was way out of his league.

As the night wore on, he finally got enough courage to call. Well, that is, after dialing the first digits, hanging up, staring at the wall and repeating the same process over and over again. Finally, he just took a deep breath and dialed the number into his cell phone and paused for a brief moment. He just sat there for a second. Staring at the number, realizing who that number belonged to and who would pick up. What if it was her boyfriend? What if it was Brian? How embarrassing that would be for him and for his pride and self esteem. Finally, in a quick motion, he pressed "call" and put the phone to his ear. . .
 
Kat finally was out of the school, today was a good day in all that happened. She met a nerd that she would simply use to get good grades, and kicked a guy in the nuts. She walked toward her house, it was about time for her first night of work. She arrived at her house and took off her uniform, leaving her naked figure at full display on her apartment. She stretched and walked to the bathroom, turning on the water she let it fill the tub. After her workouts she sank in the tub, the hot water relaxed her body. She smiled and stayed there for awhile, thinking of the things she had just went through.

After one hour she got out and got dressed, she was going to a photo shoot as a swimsuit model. She grabbed a couple of her suits and then put on some pants and a shirt. She walked out of the house to the limo waiting outside. The company was one of the biggest swimsuit companies in the world, she was going to be famous and she loved every second of it. They arrived at the building and she entered, smiling she shook the photographers hand and signed the contract. After a quick changing she was wearing nothing but a black thong and her top part, she looked awesome. After a quick shoot she was praised and was told that she would be great since she had a great body. She heard the phone ring and the photographer pick up, after discovering it she took her cell phone from him and started yelling at the photographer, “Just because is my first day at work does not mean you can answer my phone you damn jerk”. She looked at the phone that she did not recognized and answered, “Hello? Kat here, sorry I am working, who is this?” she waited for the answer in the other line almost sure on who it was.
 
It was now or never. If he didn't speak up, he probably never would. He opened his mouth and let out a breath. With his other hand, he reached up and wiped the sweat from his brow. It had been a minute now, and he still hadn't said anything. "Hey, It's Grant." He said finally. "What are your plans for tonight?" He asked her softly. He hoped she wouldn't take it the wrong way, he would just rather get the project over with than anything else. He thumbed through the papers for the project and looked on the computer while she was checking her schedule or doing whatever it was that she was doing. He had to seem like he was busy, when in all reality, he was holding his breath, waiting for a response, waiting for someone to make a move. . .

While they were talking, he wondered where they would meet. If it was at her house, they had to play by her rules, but if it was at the library, more familiar territory, he would be okay. He sighed to himself, he almost wasn't sure if he wanted to do this, but something was nudging him in the ribs. "Say." He said, not sure as to if he had interupted her or not. "What about I show you around town a little bit, and we grab a bite to eat." He said under his breath. "I mean. . .as friends." He said in a quick tone, which he immediately regretted doing. Now she was going to think something else. This whole situation was just a mess. . .
 
She sighed and looked at the photographer trying to apologize. She moved to a more private room and heard him, she smirked that boy sure was moving fast, and that was good. She began thinking, it was the end of he week so she did not had anything to do, "tonight? well after I am done here nothing, and yea sure we can hang out, pick me up at my job in two hours". She sighed and looked for a card that showed the direction and gave it to him, "Wait for ya in two hours". She smirked and hanged up. She was sure the boy would have trouble believing what just happened to him, and she was giving him time to process things. She went back to the shoot and continued the hour she had left, after that she got dressed and went outside waiting for the boy to see if he would show.
 
Slowly, Grant removed the phone from his ear. Part of him was happy, really happy. Part of him of in shock, and yet another part was wondering, how the hell he was going to get a car within the two hours? He hustled down the stairs and looked into his garage. Both cars were gone. Fuck. He sighed to himself as he thought about who near him had a car and who near him would let him borrow a car. Finally, after his brother pulled in, he debated with him for a moment, then finally he had his car. As he got ready for the date, he sighed to himself. To think, just yesterday by now he would be on his computer or something. . .

As he got out of the shower, he smelt like Axe body wash. He wasn't sure, but the commercials made it look good. Granted, he had never really been on a date before so, he couldn't really judge on anything the commercials said. As he pulled out, he decided he wanted to swing by the local grocery store and pick up some flowers. He was nicely dressed in slacks and a collared shirt. He bought a bouquet of roses and put them on the passenger side seat and pulled into the modeling agency, scanning for her in the front. . .
 
She sighed as she looked at the time, it was already closing time, he was late. She smirked not wanting to call him, she will give him one more hour then she will leave. She smiled and started humming to herself and singing softly, she did not knew what car he would be in so she would just had to wait. She hated going out with a nerd, but during the course of the weekend she would transform him to act and dress like a real man. She looked at a car pulling in front of the agency, not really knowing if the car was him she did not moved but tried to look inside, she saw him. She still did not moved she would have him call her out, she would see what kind of attitude he could be around her.
 
Better late than never, eh? He thought to himself through an awkward laugh. Why was she just standing there though? Didn't she know it was him? He waited for one more moment before rolling the window down and sticking his head out. "You look cold out there!" He called to her with a smile. "Why don't you come in here and I'll try and put some food in your stomach." He said to her, though there was an awkward pause. Should he have said something? Maybe she was waiting for someone else? He always did this, he always overthought things, but how couldn't he? This was in fact his first date. He hoped she would notice the flowers and not just sit on them. The thought made him chuckle to himself. His keen eyes watched her, waiting.
 
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