Okay this is kinda like the prologue. Rated t-m for violence, sexual content, probably rape and language.
Declaimer: I own nothing!
Note: In this story Test is referred to as both Test and his real name, Andrew Martin.
Stephanie smiled as she studied herself in the mirror. She had grown up well. She had long brown, curly hair, dark brown eyes, a beautiful body and nice boobs. She loved the way people looked at her when she walked down the halls. She liked the attention. She liked being the one in the middle. The girl every guy wanted and every girl wanted to be. She enjoyed it. She stood up and walked over to the couch. Pulling open her duffel bag, she pulled out a skirt and shirt. "Better get ready" Steph mumbled to herself as she slipped her bathrobe off her tanned shoulders. She let it collapse on the floor behind her. She was now left standing in the middle of her locker room in nothing but a black lace bra and a matching thong. She picked up the very short plaid skirt that she had summoned from her bag. She slipped it up her long legs and over her hips. She fastened the button on her skirt and pulled up the little zipper. She smoothed it against her skin and looked down at the little piece of material that she called a skirt. It didn't even cover her whole ass. She grabbed the plain white tank that was draped over the couch and pulled it over her head, not wanting to wreck her recently curled locks. She thinned it out over her chest and let it fall short of her skirt. "Daddies gunna kill me when he sees my belly button" Steph mumbled to herself. She looked down at her outfit and straightened out her belly button ring. She walked over to her vanity and studied herself. Her make-up was nicely applied and she looked stunning. She quickly slipped on a pair of strappy black sandals and made her way out of her locker room.
She walked out of her locker room and shut the steel door behind herself. She walked down the halls, confident of her structure. Guys whistled and shouted comments at her but Steph didn't mind. Most girl would think it was rude and childish but Steph liked it. It made her feel sexy. She smiled at the on-looking guys and continued to coast down the hall.
Steph, wait up," a voice called from behind Steph. She stopped and turned around to see her brother Shane, running towards her.
"What do you want Shane?" Steph asked letting Shane catch up to her.
"Test wanted me to tell you to meet him in his locker room…Something about a surprise?"
"Thanks Shane," Steph said kissing her brother on the cheek and walking off towards Test's locker room. She walked down the halls and stopped at Test's locker room. She fixed her hair and clothes then knocked on the door. The door swung open after only a few seconds revealing Test standing in the doorway in a pair of black jeans and no shirt.
"hey baby, "Test said pulling Steph into a kiss. In a couple of minutes Steph pulled away.
"Shane said that you wanted to see me?"
"Yeah come in," Steph walked in and shut the door behind herself. She sat down on the couch and looked up at Teat.
"So Andrew, what did you want to see me for?" Steph asked. Andrew took a seat beside her.
"Steph I really love you and I want to be with you forever. So will you, in time, be Mrs. Stephanie Martin?" Steph was shocked. A big smile dripped across her face.
"Yes in time I want to be Mrs. Stephanie Martin." Andrew grinned widely. He hugged Steph and slipped a white gold diamond ring on her finger. He then kissed her forehead and stood up.
"I have to go get ready for my match but tonight, after, I'm going to take you to the nicest restaurant in town. I promise." He kissed Steph's forehead again the, walked out of his locker room. "What am I doing?" Steph though. " I'm not even 20 and I'm engaged." She sighed and looked down at her ring. "I think I'm going to like being engaged." Steph got up and walked into Andrews's washroom. She fixed her hair in the mirror. Her eyes fell on a slip of paper sitting on the counter by the sink. She picked it up and opened it.
"No one loves you like I do Steph…. No one" She studied it. It wasn't Test's writing. Then whosent it?