This choice: Or, maybe, continue reminicing a bit? What could it hurt? • Go Back...Chapter #6the Wayback Machine (pt3) Hair at the Academy by: wowee   The quick kiss on the cheek, along with the fact you were standing in front of an entire academy of school girls, helped confirm that you were indeed a red-blooded male. Your heartbeat grew faster and your cheeks fill with blood as your entire face begins to redden. What was worse there was another part of your body that was also letting you know it was working correctly, but mercifully that went unnoticed by the student body. However, your blushing was quite obvious, and a few small murmurs go up in reaction from the crowd. Most were girlish coos or sounds of small laughs at your embarrassment, but there were other discussions going on too. You weren’t able to hear exactly what they were saying, but Rebecca did pick up on one rumor spreading conversation going on directly behind her, just out of the hearing range of Kate.
“He’s a shy one isn’t he?” whispered a sophomore who possessed a thick cockney accent.
“Oh, I think he’s cute” said her corpulent compatriot.
“Yeah, blushing after a kiss is one thing, but from ‘er?”
“So she’s tubby…Maybe he’s got a thing for that?”
“What? You sayin’ he gets a chubby for the chubbies?” she asked British wit in full force.
“Sure, look at him blush. Considering the ‘size’ of most of the girls here It’s not like having a ‘thing’ for big girls would hurt him...well maybe a girl her size could" A quick burst of girlish laughter erupted between the two before Mrs. Masters returned to the podium.
“Well thank you again Ivy, I’m sure you all will absolutely love it here! Oh, and we’ll try to get this back to you before classes start tomorrow CJ.” The mysterious assistant had quickly taken your uniform and promptly disappeared off stage once more. Mrs. Masters’ motions for you to take your seat and you sheepishly step off stage, feeling the mob of eyes that were now focused on you and your still quite red face.
“So, you all are free to explore the campus here for the rest of the day. Please be sure to check your schedule for a list of special events we are holding today. and finally; Welcome everyone to Chubbeso academy! I know this will be the best school-year ever!” She concludes holding her arms outstretched as if to embrace the entire audience in a big warm hug. There were a few cheers and some applause at the conclusion of the speech, but the majority of the freshmen in the crowd were still a feeling too awkward here in this new high class academy to clap. The three of you began to file out of the elegant auditorium, and started to venture the academy’s labyrinth like hallways.
“So…what do we do now?” Rebecca asked a little awestruck as she was taking in the luxurious surroundings.
“Well the pamphlet says there’s something called The Foreign & Freshman Students Feast going on right now in the cafeteria. I guess we double qualify for that huh?” Kate answered, happy to have something new to read.
“Sure, that sounds cool," you add, feeling a bit of food would calm the butterflies still in your stomach, even if it was cafeteria food which up to this point in your life you'd always known to be a bit bland. "What do you think Rebecca? You hungry?”
“Huh-What?” she asks clearly lost in thoughts. Food had actually been what was on her mind, as she was begging to suspect you did have a thing for bigger girls. Though she had known you for practically your whole life, known that you’d always tried to be nice to everyone, you certainly had defended that enormous Ivy girl quickly, and you had definitely seemed to enjoy that hug she had given you...Maybe she’d ask you about it later…or maybe she could try…
“I said are you hungry?” you ask again cutting her once more from her weighty contemplations.
“Sure! Uh, where is the cafeteria here anyways?”
“Let me check…” you flip your own pamphlet over and open it up revealing the school sizable map. Then you draw a finger from your location just outside the grand auditorium to a large square marked Cafeteria. “Okay, so we should just have to go down this hallway and…” you begin, eyes glued squarely on the map as your legs continued walking forward. Unknowingly, you were about to commit one of the most cliche (and loved?) tropes of the genre, by literally bumping into/stumble upon one of the Academy’s attractive female residents who was just rounding the corner in front of you.
(Which is strange because the unusual hair color of the young woman should have grabbed your attention. In fact she was…)
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