Incubus Pupa Ch. 01

The euphoria blew away like morning fog in the sun, leaving me with an intense feeling of dread. How the fuck was I going to get out of here?

I did my best with the toilet tissue at hand, and managed to get myself and what little got on my shorts mostly clean. Not that I wouldn't need a thorough showering (with soap!), but I don't think anyone would notice it. My shirt, on the other hand, was a disaster, and my attempts to mitigate the damage with the tissues didn't amount to much.

My only option was to clean it in the sink and wear it wet. But what excuse could I use for that? My mind whirled. There was also the fact that I needed to go back to class to grab my things, but I abhorred the thought of Ella seeing me like this.

After scrubbing most of the slime off in the sink - thankfully no one else had come in the bathroom while I was doing this - I came up with a plan. I'd wait until class was over and duck into Mr. Blevin's room after everyone else left. There were only about 7 minutes left in the period anyway, so I'd wait here until then. With any luck Ella wouldn't see me like this.

Since this was last period, I just had to make sure Ella didn't see me like this on my way to my car, and I was home free.

After waiting the requisite amount of time, I got dressed and made my way back. The bell was just ringing as I passed the classroom Sandy was in. She must have been looking for me or something, because she popped out of the room when I was no more than ten feet away.

"Adam! Hey! I was wai-" She reached out, then noticed my wet state, "What the...?"

Before I could answer the other kids pouring from the classroom occluded our view of one another, and I slipped away down the hall.

Approaching Mr. Blevin's classroom, I could see Ella towering over the other students in the distance, so I hung back to put some distance between. There were still one or two kids in the room when I ducked in and quickly gathered my things. I drew some looks, but they were too interested in leaving for the day to bother me with questions. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for Mr. Blevins.

"Adam, what in God's name happened to you? Where the hell have you been for the last 25 minutes?!"

The circumspect approach was my only option, so I evaded.

"Sorry, Mr. Blevins. I had an...accident."

Whatever shred of human decency he had within him apparently chose that moment to show itself, because I saw a glimmer of compassion appear on his face as he went from angry to uncomfortable in a moment.

"I...see. Well. Next time I expect a little more preparation and good judgement from you. Try to do your business between periods."

He waved me off and I scurried out. As I headed toward my late model Honda Civic, my head was on a swivel looking out for rich auburn hair that would be visible above the host of people swarming the student parking lot. I reached my car and breathed a sigh of relief as I hadn't seen her.

As I made to open the door to throw my bag in the back seat, however, I was approached by one of the most intimidating sights for any high school male - the pack. And by that I mean a pack of several of the hottest girls in school, all dressed to walk off the cover of a Hollister catalog. As they approached, I could see Sandy Mathers leading the way, and she was making a beeline for my car.

I looked behind me, thinking one of the football team players may have parked in that direction, but didn't see anyone. At this point, I'm cringing on the inside.

Her friends hung back a few steps as she walked right up to my personal space. They giggled and whispered amongst themsevles, no doubt mocking my soaked appearance and general un-coolness.

What was odd though was that Sandy was actually smiling at me. And it looked like a genuine smile. Not just a "this is gonna be awesome to see him squirm" smile.

"Hey, stranger, you walked away when I was talking to you!" she said, laughing as she playfully bat at my shoulder with the back of her hand.

"What gives?" she pouted. "And what's with your shirt?"

"Uh, you know." I thought fast. "I spilled some soda on it and took it off to wash it in the sink, but accidentally dropped the whole thing in"

She laughed, reaching out to lightly push me on my chest, "Clumsy!"

Something occurred to me...

"Sandy, how do you know my name?" I said skeptically. "We don't have any classes together."

"The same way you know mine, silly! We're in the same grade, after all."

"Uh, Sandy, I'm pretty sure that's not the same thing. You're like one of the most popular, gorgeous girls in our school. I'm pretty sure there are guys at Wakefield that know your name."

"Oh, shut up!" She tittered, tucking her hair behind her ear with two fingers.

At that point, one of the other hotties behind Sandy finally had had enough of her talking to the "normie".

"Com'on Dee, we gotta go. Jason and the guys are waiting for us."

"Just gimme a- Oh, forget it, just go without me! I'll get a ride with Adam." She said, moving to stand next to me and hooking her arm behind mine.

She turned to me, "Right Adam?"

I stood there stunned. My brain wasn't moving so well as I looked from her to the other girls, watching this surreal interchange play out, not believing that Sandy was going to ditch her friends - and likely several hot guys - to talk to me. She wanted me to drive her home...

"Uh, yeah. Su-Sure, I can take her home. If that's cool." I couldn't have sounded dumber if I tried.

The baffled looks on their faces were priceless. Stranger though, was that Sandy actually looked happy. Like getting a chance to spend time with me was actually making her day. I felt like looking around for the person hiding with the bucket of something nasty ready to throw it at me and snap pics of the loser normie that thought he was good enough for Sandy Mathers.

"Dee, you can't. We agreed we were all going to meet up at the field to practice, remember? We need you with us."

Now, this was obviously some kind of code, but what was clear was that Sandy was a key part of getting this particular group of guys to do what the girls wanted to do. I smirked, thinking I might - indirectly - be getting in the way of their plans.

Then again, that was pretty harsh of me. Beyond treat me with a general lack of respect and condescension, these girls had never done anything outright nasty to me. I actually had a moment of sympathy for them.

"It's OK Sandy, it sounds like you have plans. We can talk tomorrow if you want."

"Grrr." God, even her fake growl was cute. "Fine!"

I turned again to get in the car.

"No, wait! Take my number! We can talk tonight when you're free"

She reached into her bag and pulled a sheet of loose leaf and a pen. I watched enrapt as she clicked the end of the pen in that super cute way girls do, starting to write in that looping script with the bottom part of her thumb so her manicured nails didn't get in the way. Even her writing was beautiful.

God, women were amazing. I think my internal monologue sounded something like:

Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God...

"Su-sure."

She handed it to me, tilting her head down as she made solid eye contact. Before turning around she gave my hand a little squeeze.

"See you later then!" She chirped, and jogged back to join her friends.

"Yeah, see ya." I muttered in reply.

What the hell was going on? Did some part of her experience in the hall earlier stay with her? She seemed completely back to normal, not like the mindless wanton husk she appeared to be earlier. Hmm...

More importantly, what the hell was I gonna do with this number? Did this mean she wanted to date me? Woah, there, stud. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. She probably just wants... well, what? We're not in any classes together and it's not like I have anything she needs.

And what about Ella? She's my angel. My dream girl. If I could ever grow a pair and go talk to her, maybe we could...

What the hell am I thinking? She wouldn't want someone like me anyway. And in any event, what's the harm in giving Sandy a call? It's not like we're having sex or anything. Oh God though, that dream sex. If she's even a tenth of that in real life...

I pondered all this strangeness as I drove home.