One of the Guys
The girl’s words pricked Ronald to his very soul. How
could she tell? It had to be impossible. He looked like any other
fourteen-year-old guy. Rolling back his shoulders, he strutted toward her.
“What are you doing?” Cassandra grabbed his elbow
from behind. “You don’t want to get caught and be suspended on your first day.”
Leanne glanced down her nose at his BFF.
Ronald watched a grin slink across the principal’s
daughter's face. It twisted her angelic appearance. “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” He yanked his arm away from
Cassandra and made his way to the picnic table. There, he bent to the left and
peered up the girl’s skirt. White panties. They were no big deal. The undies
resembled some his mom wore.
Cassandra huffed from behind.
He knew she was disappointed in him. But what she didn’t
know was that he needed to keep a secret that she didn’t even know. He had to
prove that he was just one of the guys.
Shelly Arkon © 2015
