Chapter 1: The Arrival
Sam Portnoy spun the tires on his black Grand Prix as he pulled out of the driveway of his country home, and started to school. Today was the first day of school, and the first day of his Junior year at Townsend High. He was somewhat looking forward to the day after three months of nothing but time to blow.
He ran a hand through his black hair and sighed, remembering all the times he and his girlfriend Chloe Grace had spent. The red headed beauty was Sam's first girlfriend in over 5 months. Even though she was hot, popular, and a virgin, he liked her for her personality. The two had known each other for over a year, and Sam always had a thing for her. They finally decided to give the other a shot. On June 25, they hooked up after a picnic on the mountain tops.
Sam had a lot of influence in the county, mainly because he bootlegged stuff. Music, movies, specialty items. He made a decent killing at that, selling the goods at half-price, he made a 30 percent profit on everything he sold. He was also in a local band, known as Stranglehold (after an old Ted Nugent song). He worked hard, played harder, and relaxed on most Sundays. If you fucked him over, he'd ruin you.
"Hey Sam, where you at?" The CB in the floorboard crackled. Sam recognized the voice as his friend Mike's.
"I'm at the mouth the hollar, about 5 miles from THS. Where you at?"
"About 3 miles behind you hoss. Stop by Dusty's man, alright?"
"Sure, over."
Mike was talking about Dusty's Quick Stop, the only store near the school. Most of the time, Sam and his friends would stop and grab a biscuit and a cold Pepsi. Sometimes they sit and talk for a few minutes. It was a nice little place.
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"What'd say stonce?" Mike asked as he walked toward Sam.
"I say get ready for another day of bullshit and big titties."
Mike chuckled, and shook Sam's hand. Mike liked Sam, cause he was a tough, honest, yet humorous son of a bitch.
Mike was tailback for the Townsend Mustangs. This would be his final year as a football player, and he planned to make the most of it. Mike also played paintball with his friends on the weekends. It helped to keep his ass in shape, as he once put it.
"You fucked ole Kristy yet?" Sam asked. Kristy was a Latin chick who had moved to Townsend a year ago. She graduated in May, and was currently attending the local community college. She was pretty hot, and the fact she was a virgin made most any guy want a night in bed with her.
"Hell no man." Mike replied, opening the store doors.
"I'd hurry up, James Stacy is hitting up on her from what I've been told."
"I'd beat that fucker down."
"You might have to."
The two ordered up a sausage biscuit and grabbed a Pepsi.
"I'm telling ya man, this cockblocking shit is killing me." Mike said.
"I know what ya mean man, I had to tell some jock asshole from Brant hit up on Chloe. When he saw me he backed down pretty quick. He knew who I was"
Brant was Townsend's rivals in every sport. The Friday night rivalry between the two went from sportsmanship and honor on the field to some empty forties and short tempers at the local pizza joint. No matter what, you could guarantee a good fight after a Brant-Townsend game.
The two returned to their cars and headed off for THS.
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Five minutes later, the two pulled into the student parking lot of THS. The school was so damn cheep, they couldn't afford to pave the parking lot. At three o'clock, it was a 'dodge and go' to get pass the potholes and cars to the road.
Sam and Dave made light chatter for awhile, until Skylar Ward walked up.
Skylar was indeed one of the sexiest chicks in THS. She teased the hell out of most men with her large breasts, full, red lips, and small, muscular ass.
"Hey Sam." Skylar said, hugging him, running her hands down his back.
"I wouldn't do that." Sam said. He knew Skylar, she always loved to get a feel of his ass when she could.
"Why?" she asked, somewhat shocked.
"I'm taken, sorry." and he smiled.
"Oh, your too straight." she giggled.
Sam smiled, then asked, "You still having dreams about Steve?"
"Yeah, I miss him so much." Steve was one of Sky's best friends. He had died in a tragic car wreck in March. Sam remembered those rough three days. A lot of tears had been shed, and a lot of soul spilled onto the church floor. It was a discouraging time for all.
"I understand, I miss him too." Sam said, hugging Sky.
"Thanks. By the way, who's the new guy?" Sky asked.
"What new guy?" Sam asked.
Sky motioned toward a tall, black headed guy walking down the hallway.
"Well, well, well, we got new blood." Mike said.
Sam Portnoy spun the tires on his black Grand Prix as he pulled out of the driveway of his country home, and started to school. Today was the first day of school, and the first day of his Junior year at Townsend High. He was somewhat looking forward to the day after three months of nothing but time to blow.
He ran a hand through his black hair and sighed, remembering all the times he and his girlfriend Chloe Grace had spent. The red headed beauty was Sam's first girlfriend in over 5 months. Even though she was hot, popular, and a virgin, he liked her for her personality. The two had known each other for over a year, and Sam always had a thing for her. They finally decided to give the other a shot. On June 25, they hooked up after a picnic on the mountain tops.
Sam had a lot of influence in the county, mainly because he bootlegged stuff. Music, movies, specialty items. He made a decent killing at that, selling the goods at half-price, he made a 30 percent profit on everything he sold. He was also in a local band, known as Stranglehold (after an old Ted Nugent song). He worked hard, played harder, and relaxed on most Sundays. If you fucked him over, he'd ruin you.
"Hey Sam, where you at?" The CB in the floorboard crackled. Sam recognized the voice as his friend Mike's.
"I'm at the mouth the hollar, about 5 miles from THS. Where you at?"
"About 3 miles behind you hoss. Stop by Dusty's man, alright?"
"Sure, over."
Mike was talking about Dusty's Quick Stop, the only store near the school. Most of the time, Sam and his friends would stop and grab a biscuit and a cold Pepsi. Sometimes they sit and talk for a few minutes. It was a nice little place.
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"What'd say stonce?" Mike asked as he walked toward Sam.
"I say get ready for another day of bullshit and big titties."
Mike chuckled, and shook Sam's hand. Mike liked Sam, cause he was a tough, honest, yet humorous son of a bitch.
Mike was tailback for the Townsend Mustangs. This would be his final year as a football player, and he planned to make the most of it. Mike also played paintball with his friends on the weekends. It helped to keep his ass in shape, as he once put it.
"You fucked ole Kristy yet?" Sam asked. Kristy was a Latin chick who had moved to Townsend a year ago. She graduated in May, and was currently attending the local community college. She was pretty hot, and the fact she was a virgin made most any guy want a night in bed with her.
"Hell no man." Mike replied, opening the store doors.
"I'd hurry up, James Stacy is hitting up on her from what I've been told."
"I'd beat that fucker down."
"You might have to."
The two ordered up a sausage biscuit and grabbed a Pepsi.
"I'm telling ya man, this cockblocking shit is killing me." Mike said.
"I know what ya mean man, I had to tell some jock asshole from Brant hit up on Chloe. When he saw me he backed down pretty quick. He knew who I was"
Brant was Townsend's rivals in every sport. The Friday night rivalry between the two went from sportsmanship and honor on the field to some empty forties and short tempers at the local pizza joint. No matter what, you could guarantee a good fight after a Brant-Townsend game.
The two returned to their cars and headed off for THS.
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Five minutes later, the two pulled into the student parking lot of THS. The school was so damn cheep, they couldn't afford to pave the parking lot. At three o'clock, it was a 'dodge and go' to get pass the potholes and cars to the road.
Sam and Dave made light chatter for awhile, until Skylar Ward walked up.
Skylar was indeed one of the sexiest chicks in THS. She teased the hell out of most men with her large breasts, full, red lips, and small, muscular ass.
"Hey Sam." Skylar said, hugging him, running her hands down his back.
"I wouldn't do that." Sam said. He knew Skylar, she always loved to get a feel of his ass when she could.
"Why?" she asked, somewhat shocked.
"I'm taken, sorry." and he smiled.
"Oh, your too straight." she giggled.
Sam smiled, then asked, "You still having dreams about Steve?"
"Yeah, I miss him so much." Steve was one of Sky's best friends. He had died in a tragic car wreck in March. Sam remembered those rough three days. A lot of tears had been shed, and a lot of soul spilled onto the church floor. It was a discouraging time for all.
"I understand, I miss him too." Sam said, hugging Sky.
"Thanks. By the way, who's the new guy?" Sky asked.
"What new guy?" Sam asked.
Sky motioned toward a tall, black headed guy walking down the hallway.
"Well, well, well, we got new blood." Mike said.