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Based on the story Gaby, Book # 4 - Once Upon A Time In America By Maddy Bell

All Characters portrayed in the story are copywrited to Maddy Bell for her Gaby series found at Maddybell.com

Scene 42

Dealing with the male of the species:

Wednesday,

I arrived at school with Sandy. As I was passing through the doors of the school, I heard in the distance, “Hey there she is! Let's go.”

I looked up and saw all of these boys heading for me. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. They were running towards me.

“Hey Em, can we go out tonight?” one boy said.

“You don't want to go out with him Em, he doesn't know how to treat girls. Now, I on the other hand …” another said.

“Don't believe a word he says Em, he has no clue about girls. I know how to treat you. Would you go out with me tonight, Puullleeeeease?" yet another boy said.

I was swarmed with hundreds of boys all asking me to go out with them. Then one grabbed my arm, and another grabbed my other arm as my books went flying and they started to pull me this way and that. I yelled at them to stop; but they wouldn't stop and pulled even harder.

All I heard was, “She's with me!”

“No she's not! She's with me! Let go!”

“No, you let go!”

They yanked me one way and then yanked me the other. My arms were becoming quite painful and I started to scream as both my arms where on fire from the pain. Before I knew what was happening, the two guys pulled my arms off of my body and the blood squirted everywhere. I screamed in pain and felt darkness coming!

I woke up with a start, screaming. Oh my God! That was some nightmare!

Sandy came running into the room, “Em, Em, what's wrong? Are you ok?”

She came running to my bed and took a quick look at me and then pulled me into a huge hug as I cried.

“Oh Sandy it was horrible. It was worse than yesterday's nightmare. All these guys came to me at school. They all wanted me to be their date for the night. They started fighting over me. One guy grabbed one of my arms and started to pull me with him, when another guy grabbed my other arm and pulled me in the opposite direction and it got painful. They wouldn't stop. I screamed and they pulled my arms harder, so hard they pulled my arms off of my body. The blood was squirting everywhere and I screamed until I woke up. It was so real; it didn't seem like a dream. Oh Sandy, it was horrible.”

“Shh, Shh, quiet Em, it was just a dream. Just a dream.” She rocked me in her arms, while I cried on her shoulders. “Lately I haven't needed my alarm clock. You make a very good one.”

I started to chuckle after Sandy said that. “I guess you're right. I wish I wasn't having these dreams though. They scare me silly.”

She hugged me closer and said, “I wish you weren't having these dreams either, Em. I'm so sorry for what happened to you in the last couple of days. I wish I could go back and undo all the things that have been done to you. You don't deserve it.”

“Thank you Sandy. I understand. I'll work through my fears. I'm tougher than most of the girls I know.”

“Em, don't take that attitude. You really need to talk with someone professional about this. You need to come to terms with what had happened and someone you can freely talk with.”

“You mean Miss Bell?”

“No Em, not Miss Bell. A psychiatrist.”

“What, you mean a shrink?”

“Well duh, yes I mean a shrink. Possibly, I could get you in with my psychiatrist; you'd be able to talk freely with her. You want me to set you up with her?”

“Sandy, I couldn't afford her, even if I wanted to talk with her.”

“Let me talk with Miss Bell, I am sure we can work something out. You do need some professional help to get over these dreams that have you a nervous wreck. If you don't attack it now, it may haunt you for the rest of your life.”

“Umm, shouldn't I speak to my mum first about this?”

“You really want to tell her what's happened to you? If she knew, she may tell you to come home right now. I believe she needs to be told, but I personally think you should tell her about it after you get home. I don't think she would take too kindly to what has been happening to you. I'm almost positive she would want you back home as soon as possible.”

“Umm, you're probably right. I don't want to lie to her though, after all, she is my mother.”

“Are you having fun here? In spite of what has happened to you?”

“Yes, certainly! Why would you ask me that?”

“Put yourself into your mom's shoes. What would you do if your only daughter was being accosted, while on a visit overseas, thousand of miles away from you?”

“Yes, I see your point. I would want her back very quickly.”

“I'm not ready to see my little sister leaving just yet. I'm having too much fun with her, and it's going to be hard enough when she really needs to leave, three weeks from now. I don't really want to lose you Em; you have become one of my very best friends, and a true sister. I certainly wouldn't be where I am today if you wouldn't have shown up. I finally have a mother that will accept me for who I am. She's finally admitting she has a daughter and one son, not TWO sons. This is all because of you. I don't feel so alone anymore. I still need you here with me, Em. You are my personal anchor. I certainly don't want to lose you now. I know it sounds selfish, but I'm already worried about what will happen when you leave. Will the family resort back to what it was before you got here? I certainly hope not, I couldn't stand thinking my mom and brother would do that to me. Em, I probably shouldn't say this, but I need you more, than you need me, I think.”

I looked at Sandy at this revelation and I cried even harder and hugged her so tight, I'm surprised she didn't pass out for lack of air. I whispered to her, “You don't know how much I need you too, Sandy. I truly would not have survived, if it hadn't been for you.”

I don't know how long we held our hug, it could have been minutes, hours, days, but it felt so good, it felt like all my worries just melted away.

“So what do you think? Should I ask her if she could talk with you?” Sandy asked.

“Why don't you hold off until I talk with Jessica first, all right? Let me see what options I have at this point. You're the first person that has been looking out for me in such a way, so I want to make sure I'm doing the right thing.”

“Em, Do you need help gluing your girl bits on?”

“No, I'll be fine. Thanks for offering. You think you'll need help?”

“I'll call you if I do, alright?”

“Ok, see you in a bit then.”

With that we both decided it was time to get dressed. It was still early, but we were both awake. I got up and realized my toes hurt. Oh my aching toes. Monday night ballet must be catching up with me. I hobbled into the bathroom and did the necessaries.

It felt so weird not having the girl bits glued on, I was almost too nervous about it. I didn't feel like me at this point. I took a shower and cleaned all over especially where the girl bits were going to be glued. I shaved these areas. Once I got out of the shower and dried, I immediately went over, cleaned my girl bits and glued them all into place. I started to feel myself again. I felt much happier and more complete. I finished dressing and put my makeup on.

I walked out of the bedroom and headed for the kitchen.

We ate breakfast, cleaned up the dishes, and decided to head for school.

When we arrived, Sandy said, “I'll see you later, Em.” and took off for her classes.

I walked over to my locker noticing a lot of the guys looking at me smiling and they winked at me. This was getting me nervous, reminding me of my nightmare and I was worried something was going to happen to me. I got to my locker and organized the books I would need for the first couple of classes. I was very aware people were staring at me and I was extremely nervous.

“Hi Em. How are you this morning?”

I jumped a mile and banged my head on the top of my locker. I felt my head with my hand and turned around to see Ally standing there with Darla.

“Oh, hi Ally, you scared me.”

“Sorry Em. I didn't mean too. You seem to be a bit jumpy this morning. Is something wrong?”

“What? Uh, no I'm fine. I was just concentrating on which books to get, is all; I didn't hear you walk up to me.”

“Is your head ok? You hit your head kind of hard,” Darla said, looking at me with concern.

“I'm fine Darla, it only stings a little.” I rubbed my head.

“Well come on, let's get to homeroom,” Darla said.

We walked to homeroom and I noticed a lot of the boys were looking at me and whispering to their friends.

I heard one or two say, “Isn't that her? What's her name; that English broad that Roger was talking about? She's cute. Should we go up and ask if she'll go out with us?”

“Yea right, like she would go out with you. Get real.”

“Hey George, there is that English slut. Let's go over and see if she'll go out with us. We could have a great time. I always thought those English broads were kind of stuck up; I guess I was wrong. Let's go and see.”

“Cool it Frank! I'm sure she is not going to go out with you, so just chill.”

I started to get even more nervous. This was my dream, no it can't be? I looked around and saw some of the girls giving me dirty looks. Darla and Ally were in front of me and I don't think they even realize what was happening around us.

“Hey Babe! How'd you all like to join me this evening for dinner, huh? Hey, I'll buy? Waddya all say?”

I jumped and screamed. Darla turned around quickly and said, “BILLY! Get the hell out of here! There is no way she wants to go out with you.”

“I didn't ask you Darla, I asked her. So babe, waddya all say?”

“Ah … sorry no.”

“Slut!” He turned and walked away.

“What a little shit! What the hell has gotten into him to do that? He usually is pretty shy about approaching girls.”

I looked over at the little git, as he approached a bunch of guys. He said something, and they all laughed at him.

My heart was beating a mile a minute. I felt like I was going to faint. I didn't notice that Darla and Ally were talking to me. They had guided me into the ladies loo.

“Em, Em, are you ok? Em, speak to us. Em!” Ally asked.

“Em, come on, snap out of it. Em?” Darla asked.

“Sorry. I … I'm ok, I think.” I wanted to sit and cry.

“Em, you scared the heck out of us,” Ally said, “You turned white as a sheet and you just froze. You weren't responding to anything we asked you.”

“Did I? Sorry if I scared you, I certainly didn't mean to.” I went to a sink and splashed some water into my face. I needed the coolness to snap me out of it. I looked at my face and saw I needed to touch up my make-up and proceeded to do that.

“Are you sure you're alright? You really seem to be on edge, Em. Why are you letting the boys get the better of you? All you need to do is ignore them. They're all gits,” Ally pronounced.

“I guess. I just wasn't prepared this morning, after what happened Monday,” I said.

“What happened Monday?” Ally asked.

“You know that revelation that one girl said about me ‘being a slut for Roger'?”

“Oh that. I wouldn't worry about it. We'll take care of that jerk, trust us,” Darla said.

“Just ignore the animals, they're harmless. They wouldn't dare do anything,” Ally said.

“Don't be so sure about that Ally, from what I saw of Roger, anything is possible here in the States. They are pretty gross about things here, definitely not gentlemen. They're … ah pretty … ah … barbaric, yeah that's the word, barbaric, in how they handle a girl. I shudder to think what they could do. They'd probably rip my arms off, if they had a chance.” I shuddered at the thought and remembered the nightmare.

“Come off it Em, you're just dreaming now!” Ally laughed.

“Yeah, don't you know it,” putting a little smile on my face; you'll never know how close you are to the truth, Ally.

“You feeling good enough to go to class now?” Darla asked.

“Yes, I think so.”

“Well then let's go,” Ally said.

We walked out of the loo and I noticed boys were staring at me again, more than usual. This is really unnerving. I clutched my books tighter to my chest like it would protect me.

We got to the room without any more incidents and I heard the boys in the room suddenly say, “Hey, there she is. Who would of thought, huh? That Roger was really lucky and she is a looker to boot. I wonder if I could get a date with her? I let her go down on me in a heart beat.”

I heard a couple of the guys start to laugh and one of them said, “As if, asshole. She has better taste than to go with an idiot like you. You'd be lucky if my dog would go on a date with you just to walk around the block.”

“Shut-up jerk!” The other guy rebuked.

I saw Roger sitting there and as soon as he turned to see me, he put a cheesy smile on his face and stood up and blocked my way to my seat and said, “Hey babe, can I help you with your books?”

“Bugger off, Roger! Get out of my way!”

“Oh come on Em. Where's that pretty smile of yours?”

“What did you tell your friends about us last Saturday, huh?”

“Oh nothing much … ah just … ah that we had a great time together.” I saw his smile falter and he started to sweat a little.

“You may have had a good time, but I sure didn't. Get out of my way ROGER!”

Ally burst in saying, “Why don't you tell your friends what really happened on Saturday?”

“What? I did tell them. We went eating, went to a movie, we snuggled up to each other and kissed, and then, you know?”

“You know what Roger? We didn't snuggle and we didn't kiss, you tried to, but I wouldn't let you, tell them the truth! Tell them I ditched you and spent my time in the girls loo!”

“Girls loo? What are you talking about? Quit joking Em. YOU LOVED IT! Heh, heh. Remember you loved to be held.”

I saw him plead with me with his eyes to agree with him, he was really sweating now.

“You're nothing but a lying slime ball Roger, get out of my way!”

“Oh Em honey!” He started to get closer to me.

“Don't you HONEY me!” about this time my hackles were up, and I was very tense expecting that he would put his hands on me.

I didn't hear anyone behind me, for I was really concentrating on Roger; so when someone tapped me on my shoulder, I screamed and jumped all at the same time. My leg went up and got Roger right between his legs hard, I caught him squarely in the crotch.

I saw his eyes go wide open and seemed to bulge out of his head in surprise, then his mouth formed a giant ‘OH'. He started to bend over in pain, just as my books were coming up. His head and my books hit square in his face, snapping his head back, throwing him backwards. He fell perfectly between the seats and landing on the floor in pain, groaning, holding his privates with one hand and holding his bleeding nose with the other, unable to speak. My books went flying everywhere.

I heard, “Oh sorry Em, I didn't mean to frighten you like that,” Darla said, just as the teacher walked into the room.

Ms. Henderson said, “What IS going on in here? Em, why did you scream and why is Roger on the floor groaning and rolling around in pain, with a bloody nose?”

“Ah … ah … ah …” I stammered.

“I'm sorry Ms. Henderson. I'm afraid that I'm to blame for Em screaming. I went to ask her if she needed any help with Roger, because Roger wouldn't let her get to her seat. When I tapped her on the shoulder she screamed and jumped. I guess I had surprised her. Roger just happened to be in the wrong place and I guess Em kneed him. When he doubled over in pain, Roger's head met up with Em's books, which were going up at the time, this snapped his head back and he went down like a ton of bricks, fortunately missing the seats on the way down.”

I could see the corners of Ms. Henderson's mouth twitch into a momentary smile, but that was short lived as she rushed to Roger to see if he was ok. After a bit of examination, she got someone to get her some tissues from the desk, to try to get the nose to stop bleeding.

She asked, “Roger, can you stand?”

He groaned, nodded his head, as he tried to stand up.

Ms. H helped him to stand, helping him out of the room to take him to the nurse, I suppose. She quickly said, “Stay put and don't get out of hand. I will be back in a moment. I trust you all to behave until I return.”

Once Ms. Henderson was out of earshot, the girls started to laugh.

The guys were all, “Wow, did you see that? I'm not messing with her.”

Some of the girls helped gather up my books and papers, as I sat down in my seat, shaking.

“Way to go Em! It couldn't have happened to a better guy,” asked Some of the girls. “You ok?” one of them asked.

Ally came up to me, “Em, are you alright? You want to go to the loo?” she hugged me, she whispered, “You did good, Em. You acted just like a girl would've. I think Darla knew you would react that way and kind of did it on purpose, hoping you would do what you did to that git. I'm sure she didn't mean for you to knock him down, but that was a brill move. I think he will steer clear of you for a while.” Giving a soft chuckle.

In thinking about it, I could see the humor of what happened, it was kind of funny and I started to giggle. “Yeah he did go down kind of hard, didn't he? In one way I feel bad for him, but in another, I'm happy I got him. Damned git. That'll teach him to mess with me. It still doesn't solve the problem however. How are we going to get him to tell the truth to those boys?” Casey overheard me.

“Em, don't worry about him, we'll get him to spill his guts out before the day is through. Just you wait and see. I have a feeling Roger is not going to have a very good day today. He may be in for more calamities as the day progresses.” Casey said.

Now I was worried. “Casey, make sure you don't hurt him whatever you do. I don't want you to get into any trouble over this. This is my problem.”

“Em, we're a cheer team, and we protect our own. If someone is threatening someone on the team, or telling lies about them, we go after that person until he cracks. Don't worry Em, Roger is going to be very sorry he messed with you and lied about you. I guarantee after we are through with him, he'll never do that again, unless he is truly stupid, in which case we can't do anything for him. He'll just suffer.”

I looked worried at Casey.

“Hey girl, don't fret, we'll do nothing permanent to him, except shatter his over-inflated ego, is all.”

Then she smiled at me, turned around and gathered all of the girls in the room and had them go to a corner with her. She was silently talking with the girls. They were nodding their heads and agreeing on things. I saw the guys were all still talking about what happened and they looked at me with a bit more respect, then they did earlier.

The teacher returned to the classroom and said, “Alright everyone, get back to your seats. Em, could you see me after homeroom is finished please?”

The bell rang and we all listened to the morning announcements, and did the usual morning things. The bell rang for first period. Everyone got up and left except for Darla, Ally and myself.

“Ms. Henderson?” I said.

“Em, can you tell me what is going on? You look so anxious today, is something wrong? What's going on between you and Roger that is making you so jumpy? Did he attack you or something?”

“Or something,” I said.

“Tell me then, I need to know what to do.” Ms. H asked.

“Well it all started Saturday. We …” I told her the tale of what went on and the reaction of the mother.

“Then Monday and yesterday Roger told the boys something that wasn't true and now all of these guys are leering at me and asking me to go out on dates with them. If I tell them no, they call me a slut. Then what happened, before you came in, Roger got up all swaggering and being cool, blocking my way to my desk. He started to say how Saturday was according to him and telling me how much fun we had with the snuggling and kissing. Then Darla tapped me on the shoulder and I jumped in surprise. Well … you see what happened. I really didn't mean to do that to him, but he deserved it none the less.”

Ms. Henderson let out a chuckle, “Hmmm, you didn't hear this from me, but it certainly sounds like he got what he deserved. Now getting serious. I just needed to know that he didn't sexually assault you or anything like that. We frown on those kind of things. I needed to make sure. I believe you Em. Here are three late passes for you girls; you all should head for your next class. Em, if this escalates, please come and see me, or go to Mrs. Jones. You need to make sure that Roger knows that this will not be tolerated by the school, or by you. If he continues to harass you in this way, Mrs. Jones and the rest of the faculty will take care of him for you.”

“Thank you Ms. Henderson. I will keep that in mind.”

“Ok ladies, off you go.”

We all said ‘Bye' to her and headed for our next class which was English. When we arrived, the class all of a sudden quieted down and the boys were snickering and giving eyes to the others, to indicate who just walked in, incase they didn't see. It truly was unnerving.

I'm not sure what they were snickering about, but by some of the expressions I saw, it kind of terrified me. Some of the girls looked at me with contempt. I still don't understand why. Obviously the news of what had happened in homeroom didn't make it here.

The teacher welcomed us in and told us to grab our seats, as she took the notes from us.

The rest of the class passed without incident, except for the lecherous looks I was getting from some of the guys now and then, and the disgusted look from some of the girls. It was totally unnerving and made it so I couldn't concentrate on the lesson.

After class was over, some of the boys that were leering at me came over quickly and started to ask me out for a date. I got scared and plowed right through them, pushing them out of my way, not saying a word.

I heard things like,

“What a stuck up slut she is.”

“What a bitch.”

“She needs a really good fucking to put her in her place.”

“Yeah and who is going to give it to her? You?”

All the guys broke out laughing.

“Oh shut up you perv! You wouldn't know what to do with a girl even if you had the instructions handed to you.”

I wanted to cry. Ally and Darla ran to catch up to me.

“Em, wait up Em. Please wait up for us.” Ally yelled at me, while I was just plowing through the crowded halls not really watching or caring where I was going.

“Em, are you alright? You really have us worried. What's going on?” Ally asked me.

“Why don't you ask those guys back there? They seem to know what is going on!”

Darla said, “Those assholes are total idiots; please don't let them bother you. They aren't worth the time of day. All the girls know that, they are a bunch of total losers.” Holding her thumb out and her index finger perpendicular to her thumb and holding it up to her forehead. She had said it in such a way I started giggling, it just looked so funny and sounded funny too.

“Come on Em, let's get to our next class,” Ally said. “The math class is just around the corner.”

We turned the corner just in time to see Roger flying through the air and sprawling out all over the floor making his books go everywhere.

We heard, “Hey, watch it asshole!” from one of the girls from the cheer team. I recognized her. After she turned around I saw her snickering, so obviously this wasn't an accident.

Looking down at Roger I could see he banged his head on the floor hard. He was rubbing his head as he got up and bent over to pick up his books. Just as he bent over to pick up his books, another cheerleader accidentally, on purpose, hit him from the rear and shoved him over again, scattering his books further down the hall.

“Oops, sorry, I didn't see you there, ROGER! You ok? Sorry, gotta run.” She didn't even wait for a reply, or try to help him pick up his books and she certainly didn't look very sorry.

Wow, I almost started to feel sorry for him and wanted to help him, but Darla and Ally pulled me along to my next class. Our eyes met and he looked terrible. It looked like he had the makings of two black eyes, and the knot on his bruised head from the fall, seemed to be growing. His eyes looked sad.

Maths class passed without too much leering by the boys, but it was still there. This time they didn't approach me when class was over.

We headed for science class and I saw some American cheerleaders conversing in the hallway and laugh about something. They broke up and one girl looked like she was opening her locker and gave a nod. The other girl was looking through the crowd and spotted someone and she nodded. The last of the cheerleaders nodded back and started to walk into the crowd. I looked down the hall and I saw Roger approaching. The girl that was walking through the crowd, slowed a bit and the other cheerleader yelled, “Hey Roger? Roger Stoller?”

Roger still walking, looked around for where the voice was coming from, just as the girl that was in the crowd hit Roger off balance, throwing him into the lockers He landed in front of the girl that was at her locker, pretending she was having a problem opening the locker. When he hit the locker next to her, she whipped it open and it hit Roger right in his face, and the latch hit him in the gut. I saw Roger grunt and hold his nose as he slid down the wall to the floor.

The girl that had opened the locker into him said, “Oh my God! Are you alright? I'm so sorry. My locker was stuck and when you hit the other lockers it came open so fast, I couldn't stop it. Are you alright?”

Roger looked at the beautiful girl and said, “Yeah, I'll live. Is my nose bleeding again?”

“Here let me see?” pulling his hand away from his nose so fast, he pulled his nose painfully.

“Owww! That hurt.”

“Oh stop being such a baby. Wow, did you have a fight this morning? Your eyes are turning black and blue as is your nose and what is this up here?” as she pushed on the bruise he got from the last fall.

“Owww, that hurts.”

“Oh sorry. Are you Roger? That Roger who went out with that English girl last weekend?”

“Ummm yeah, why?” Wondering why a beautiful girl would be asking him that question.

“Is it true what they are saying?”

“Is what true?” he pondered?

“You know! You and her had … um … sex? You know what I mean.”

“What?” probably wondering why she was asking him such a question, than coming to the conclusion she wants him, oh cool, “Oh ah, well … yeah, su … sure we had sex. It was ah … gr … great.”

“Oh really? Well I gotta go. You sure you are ok?”

“Um, yeah, I'll be alright.” Smiling at her.

She got up, turned around and accidentally on purpose, hit her locker door with her shoulder hard, hitting Roger in the face again. “Oh geez, I'm so sorry again. Please forgive me.”

Holding his nose again he said, “Ah sure no problem.” In a nasal tone like he had a stopped up nose, which after all he went through today, probably was.

She took out the books she needed for class and when she went to close her locker, she fainted like she was going to throw the locker door open again and Roger flinched, but she closed it and left Roger sitting there. She had a self-satisfied smirk on her face that said, ‘she was very happy she did that'.

Hearing everything that was said, I wanted to go over to Roger and kick his teeth in. Fuming; both Ally and Darla pulled me away and were both snickering.

“What are you two snickering about?”

“Can't you see what's happening?” Ally asked

I turned around to look back at Roger who was gingerly picking himself up from the floor and feeling his nose.

“No, what's going on?” I queried.

“Remember what Casey said this morning? The cheerleaders look after their own,” Darla said

“Yes, so what?” I questioned.

“Well DUH! Who all set up that little accident scene back there? Did you recognize those girls?” Ally said “What about earlier? Didn't you recognize the two girls that tripped and knocked Roger over?”

“Yes, they were all … oh!” Realization finally dawned on me, looking around to make sure we weren't being over heard, I quietly said, “They're all cheerleaders.”

“Bingo!” Darla said. “They're all softening up Roger to the point he will become paranoid of all beautiful girls. Then we will go and get him to crack, then he'll tell the truth.”

“But they could seriously hurt him?” I said.

“What if they do, that is all the better for us. He really hurt your reputation, Em. Don't think we don't know what is happening around here, with the looks you have been getting from all the guys and those girls.”

“I've been meaning to ask you about the girls. Why are they mad at me?”

“Because they think you are easy and it makes the boys expect the same treatment that you supposedly gave Roger, they now have to give that treatment to their boyfriends, if they are to keep them,” Darla said.

“That is absolute rubbish,” I said.

“We know that Em, but they don't,” Ally said.

“We need to get him to admit that he lied about you. That isn't going to be easy, but we'll think of something.” Darla agreed

We scurried off to our next class, which was typing. There were mostly girls in the class. Bernie and Amy were there and Bernie came running up to me.

“What have you done to poor Roger? He looks like he went into a boxing ring and lost big time. You didn't beat him up did you?”

Ally answered before I could say anything. “You should have seen it Bernie. This morning when we went to homeroom, that git Roger blocked the aisle were Em sits and tries to act all smarmy. Em asks him to move and he wouldn't, and he started to say all kinds of things about Saturday we know never happened. Darla went behind Em and tapped her on the shoulder and she did what any girl under stress would have done. She kneed him and then slammed her books into his face when he bent over in pain, making him fall backwards between the aisles. Last we seen of Mr. Stoller he was sporting two black eyes. Some of the other girls also got him today. I don't think he will bother anyone for a while.”

“Oh, I would have loved to have seen that this morning. I heard from the other girls that Roger thinks he is the years Casanova and all the girls should swoon in his presence. I heard rumors about it, but I wasn't sure, so I wanted to hear it for myself. Way to go girl, you give that git what he deserves.”

The class was called to order and we all sat down and did our lesson. It was a relaxing class, since so few boys were in this one. At least the boys that were there, weren't ogling me.

When we finished Amy and Bernie joined us for lunch. On our way to the lunchroom I saw a cheerleader leaning against the lockers, across from a classroom that had a closed door, close to the corner of the hallway. She was intently looking down the hall looking for someone. I wonder who she was looking for? Looking in the direction she was looking, I saw Roger. I wonder?

I stopped us by holding out a hand and nodded my head in the direction of Roger. Bernie took one look at him and said, “Oh my God, he looks worse now then this morning.”

Amy asked me why we stopped and I quietly told them, “I think something is going to happen to him. See that cheerleader over there, she is looking for him.”

They all looked at the cheerleader and they realized I was right. We decided to stop and see what would happen. Roger was walking with a limp and his head down, not really paying any attention to where he was or where he was going. He was just about to turn the corner into the hallway where the cheerleader was standing, when the cheerleader held up five fingers and started to count down for whoever was watching her.

When the count got down to zero, the cheerleader called to Roger so he looked up to see who was calling him and someone opened the door to the classroom real hard and I heard the thud and felt it from where we were standing. Roger went flying through the air, landed on his backside hitting his head hard on the floor. I thought he was knocked out. A teacher saw the hit and she ran up to Roger asking, “Roger are you ok? Don't move. Someone, go get the school nurse, now! Don't move dear, you might have a concussion.”

“What happened? I was walking along and all of a sudden I'm laying here on the ground with a splitting headache.”

“The girl that had opened the door into Roger, ran around yelling, “Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you when I opened that door. You walked right into it. Is he ok?”

“I'm not sure Tina, we will let the nurse look him over. He looks like he went into a fighting ring today. Roger what happened to you?”

Roger told the teacher what all happened today.

“Gee Roger, this is definitely not one of your better days. If I was you I would look for a rabbits foot, or a four leaf clover to get some luck, for the only luck you're having now is bad luck.”

“Will he be ok Miss? Can I go to lunch now?” Tina asked.

“Sure Tina, I know it was an accident. Go ahead and eat.” The teacher said.

Tina got up, walked over to her cheerleading friend and I saw them both smirking. They did a low five (instead of a high five) with each other, indicating it worked beautifully.

I personally was appalled at what just happened, that could have seriously hurt him. I thought that was a bit cruel of the cheerleaders. I better have a talk with them before they do something that will hurt him permanently. As bad as Roger is, he doesn't deserve this severe treatment; although, I wouldn't mind putting my foot up his backside.

We went to lunch, while we were eating I noticed several of the girls talking at another table and looking over at me. I wondered what was going on. A few moments later, some of the girls came over to our table to sit.

“Em, could we ask you some questions please?”

“Um sure, I guess. Can I ask one first though?”

“Sure?”

“Who are you people?”

“Oh sorry, I should have introduced ourselves. I am Gina, this is Joyce, and she is Abby. We kind of were upset when we learned from Roger Stoller what you did last Saturday with him. Is it true? Did you do all those things he bragged about? We heard from our boyfriends what you supposedly done and frankly we don't believe a word of it. We wanted to ask you and we apologize if we embarrassed you if it did happen. We just want to know.”

“I'm not sure what was said, so I can neither confirm nor deny what you heard. It is personal what you are asking and I should be offended if what he said was true. But let me tell you what happened for real and you make up your own minds.” I repeated the story about what really happened on Saturday.

“… So that is what really happened and his mother called me a slut. That is what hurt worse than anything else that transpired, for she thinks I attacked him.”

“Why that little pervert liar, he is so dead.” Abby said.

“Who are you talking about Abby?” I asked.

“My boyfriend. He said if the English girls can do it, we should be able to do it too, that it's normal behavior for a boy and a girl.”

“Again, whatever he said I have no clue about, but I was always taught to respect my own body and not let a boy or man, take advantage of it unless I SAY SO,” I said.

“Thank you for talking to us and telling us this Em. We trust you more than those guys. I knew it was garbage talk. I hope that Stoller gets what he deserves.”

“Don't worry about that. I have a feeling Roger will be walking very gingerly for a few days, especially after what I saw happen to him today.” I stated.

Right after I said that, Roger came strolling into the lunchroom. I saw everyone turn to look at him and it got deathly quiet. I heard gasps from some of the girls and laughter from a few others. The guys went, “Wow look at him. He looks like he fought a war and lost.”

After Roger got his stuff and sat down, the usual rumble about the lunchroom started back up. The girls I just spoke to, dispersed to all of the other girls and I could see them all looking with contempt at Roger. I think Roger noticed, for all of a sudden he started to look around the lunchroom nervously. He knew his lie was found out. The guys weren't giving him any sympathy for what had happened to him and were laughing. Roger wasn't laughing though, he was very nervous.

I had an idea. “Excuse me ladies, I have to go talk to a small pig.”

They all looked at me with a ‘WHAT!' look.

I walked over to Roger and when he saw me he flinched. I asked him, “So Roger, you look like you had a rough day?”

All the guys sitting around him ooohed and aaaahed that I was even sitting with him.

I whispered in his ear and the guys got even louder with their ooooohs and aaaaahs.

I told him, “Have you had enough yet? Are you ready to tell the truth about what really happened on Saturday?”

“What? What are you talking about?” He asked.

“Hmmm, so you think everything that happened to you today was just bad luck and a true accident?”

“Well of course, it just isn't my day. I just had a bit of bad luck is all.”

“Well if that is what you think, I suggest you reconsider that train of thought before you really get seriously hurt. I thought that door opening really hurt you, I even felt bad for you at that point. Are you going to tell the truth about Saturday to everyone here?”

“What are you on about? I did tell them the truth. What is this about all of the things that happened to me today not being an accident? If I find out who has been playing me the fool, I will pound their head in.”

“Suit yourself, I gave you a chance to spare any further pain. I never said they weren't accidents. I just said you might want to reconsider and tell the truth about Saturday. It may spare you some pain before something serious happens to you.”

He looked at me with disbelieve.

“I'll talk with you later Roger.” Smiling at all the guys and they were catcalling and whistling.

I heard, “What a lay Roger, you lucky devil, I could only be so lucky.”

I wanted to go back to that table and smack all of them for their rudeness. I plastered a fake smile on my face and sat down at our table.

“What did you do Em?” Ally asked.

“I decided to give him something to think about. I gave him a chance to come clean and avoid any more pain. He thinks everything that has happened to him today has all been an accident.”

“You didn't tell him they weren't did you?” Amy stated shocked.

“Oh, I neither confirmed nor denied it, is all. I just told him if he would confess and tell the truth about what happened on Saturday, he would avoid a lot more pain. I made him paranoid. He really thought everything was all coincidental; what a git.”

“I'll say; he is a true moron,” Amy stated.

“Oh, oh, don't look now, but Dan Martin is approaching our table.” Darla stated.

“Oh gees, just what I need right now.” I said.

Bernie said, “Well, look who it is. Mr. Bigot himself, DAAAAAN MAAAAARTIN! Come here to start some more trouble DAN!”

He started to blush and I didn't say anything.

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