by Selena Kitt
"You know Alley Kat, there are tons of girls in our school who would kill for this opportunity." She teases.
"You know, Terri, there are tons of girls in our school who would kill for the opportunity to be my best friend." I tease back.
"You're such a bitch." She says quietly. Her parents must have gotten home.
"I know, but that's why you love me. Talk to you later then?" I say knowing she has to get off the phone.
"Later lady lover." She says and hangs up.
My dad will take a little longer to get home. He owns a very successful construction business, but that means he has to work longer hours than a lot of my friends' parents. My mom died when I was a baby, so it's been just the two of us for a very long time. He's dated a few women, and I've met a couple of them. None of them ever worked out, though. I guess that's probably because my mom was his first love.
They were high school sweethearts and were only twenty when I was born. Grandma tells me that daddy struggled a great deal when I was young, but he never gave up. With her and Grandpa's help, he raised me and built a successful business.
He comes through the door just about the time I pull the casserole out of the oven. "Smells great honey." He says on his way to his bedroom to change out of his work clothes.
We eat dinner together, and I tell him all about the fight with Hunter and the learning opportunity I've been given. He thinks about it quietly for a few minutes before speaking.
"You know honey that is pretty ridiculous that you got the same punishment, but maybe this would be a good opportunity. It would be better for everyone if you and Hunter could learn to get along. Cleaning the school won't be so bad you shouldn't be afraid of a little hard work." He says and smiles at me apprehensively.
"Why would it be better for everybody if Hunter and I get along?" I ask outraged that he's agreeing to this.
I expected him to storm the principle's office and demand that this unfair sentence be commuted. Instead, he agrees with Mr. Yates? Something about this isn't right, but I can't quite put my finger on it.
"Because, honey, like Mr. Yates said, you and Hunter are supposed to be role models for the rest of the students. The two of you don't have to be friends, but you should at least be able to be civil to one another." He says and takes a bite of his dinner.
"We could get along just fine if he'd stop being a pompous jerk. Please don't forget that I was just standing up for another student." I say, but my resolve is waning.
"I know sweetheart, but maybe you can set the example for Hunter. Things haven't been easy for him and his mother lately. Perhaps if you're friendly towards him, things will change." He says and gets up to clear the dinner dishes.
"I can get those, daddy. You've had a long day, and my homework is done." I say and take the dirty dishes from his hands.
"Thank you, Allison. You really are a very special young woman. I just know that things are going to get easier for you soon." He says and leaves the kitchen before I can ask him to explain.
I thought for sure he was going to help me get out of this mess. Now, I guess I'm going to have to spend my weekends playing janitor with a guy I hate. At least I have a couple of days to mentally prepare myself for this torture. I hope that Hunter is agonizing over all of this too and that thought makes me smile a little. If he's miserable, then that is some consolation for this nightmare.
Wait, what does he mean things are going to get easier for me soon? Why does he know so much about Hunter and his mom? I was so wrapped up in thinking about having to work with Hunter that some of the things my dad said almost went right over my head. All in all, this has just been a very strange and terrible day.
After I finish the dishes, I go back to my room and call Terri. She's mystified too as to why dad would tell me to go through with the punishment. Since things were so rough for us when I was younger, my dad tends to treat me like a princess when he can now. Sure, I do a lot of chores and cooking, but he's offered to hire someone to help. I've refused, though, because like Dad said, a little hard work never hurt anybody.
Before I turn off my light to go to sleep, I do what I do every night before I drift off. I think about Hunter. This nightly ritual started when I was around thirteen. It was the first time I realized how gorgeous he is, and it's plagued me ever since. Trust me, I wish I could turn it off, but every night before I close my eyes, he's back on my mind again. At least tonight I can imagine his mom going ballistic on him for causing trouble at school again. Then I remember how hard things must be for him, and instead of comforting myself with images of him having a horrible fight with his mother, I turn to my window and wish on a star for them.
Chapter 2
Hunter
I'm guessing you probably hate me right about now, but that's only because you haven't seen my abs. No really, they are stunning, and I know that one look at them and you'd let me get away with anything. Add my biceps, chest, and a quick peek at my rear end into the mix, and you'd sign over your life savings for another look. That's not even the best part. The part you're really interested in is the reason they call me Anaconda. We'll get back to that in just a minute.
Right now I'm more interested in talking about Allison. She's got a pretty face, and her body is amazing too. Well, what I've seen of it is smokin. You see, I happen to know that she's still a virgin. I don't know why that gets me so excited, but it does. It's probably not for the reason you think, either. I mean, yeah, bagging the head cheerleader is an achievement all on it's own. If you add in that I'd be the one popping her cherry, I'd be a legend.
In order to let you in on why her innocence excites me so much, I have to tell you a secret about me. I've never actually had sex before. Now, I know what you're thinking. You think that my reputation says something else, and it does. It's just a reputation, though. Sure, I've messed around with tons of girls, and I do know how to please the ladies if I do say so myself. I've never gone all the way, and that's what gets me so worked up about Allison. If any of the girls in our school are going to be my first, I want it to be her. It's not like I like her or anything, she's just different. She's something special, and I believe I deserve something special.
You're probably wondering how I've managed to stay a virgin considering how many girls are begging for a piece of me. The answer is pretty simple. I've got too much at stake to risk sleeping around. It's not just diseases either. I've got a full football scholarship in the fall, and if I got a girl pregnant, it would all be over. There is no way I'd ditch any woman, who was the mother of my child the way my dad did. So, it's been better just to avoid the risk entirely.
My mom works really hard for us, and I can't imagine letting her down by throwing away college. She's worked two jobs, sometimes three, so we could stay in our house and I could keep going to Longridge High. Playing on the football team here was my best chance at getting a scholarship and thanks to her, it's all paying off.
Allison would be the icing on the cake for me. There is no risk of diseases with her because she's never been with anyone else, and I've heard from her friends that she's on the pill to regulate her hormones. That means very little risk and all kinds of reward. Just thinking about her underneath me is getting me excited.
I'll have her all to myself this weekend, and every weekend after that for a month. I bet all I'll have to do is turn on the charm and she'll be ready to drop her panties in no time. She's not like the other chicks at this school, but nobody can resist Anaconda's charms.
Oh right, I promised I would tell if you the rumors about the size of snake are true.
They are.
Chapter 3
Allison
I thought I would be mentally prepared to deal with Hunter all weekend by the time Saturday rolled around, but I was wrong. I'm dreading this so much that I woke up an hour early. I decide that looking good will help me feel better about this situation, so I search my closet for the perfect sexy janitor outfit. I'm being silly, but I don't care. Why should I h
ave to look terrible just because I have to do manual labor?
A sexy black tank that reveals just the right amount of skin and dark jeans is the right combination of function and fashion. I pull my hair up into a high ponytail and curl the ends. Natural makeup with a hint of pink lip gloss finish off my look. I convince myself that I'm going through all of this trouble with my appearance to make myself feel better and not because I care what Hunter thinks.
Dad is already gone for the day. He works every Saturday and has for as long as I can remember. I have plenty of time for breakfast, so I whip up some pancakes and eggs. Once I'm done eating, I throw together a sandwich for my lunch today. On a whim, I pack one for Hunter too. His mom is probably working today, and I bet he won't think to make lunch for himself. I'm not doing this for him, though. I'm doing it so I don't have to feel guilty eating in front of him.
I'm sure that's all it is.
I drive to the school in the Audi TT my dad bought me for my sixteenth birthday. I told him it was too much, and he told me that he works hard so we can have nice things. Mr. Yates is waiting in front of the building for us. I'm a few minutes early, but we end up waiting for Hunter who is ten minutes late.
"I'm sorry. I had to drop my mom at work." He says it quietly to Mr. Yates, but I still hear him.
Mr. Yates unlocks the building and lets us in. He hands us a list of things that need to be done today, and keys to the janitorial closet. "I'll see you back here at six to lock up."
"You're leaving?" I ask him.
"You didn't think I was going to spend my entire day here, did you?" He says and laughs.
"But we have no idea how to do any of these things." I say looking at the list of tasks.
"You're both honor students, I'm sure you can figure it out." He says and leaves.
"It looks like we're doing the bathrooms this weekend." Hunter says after he snatches the paper from my hand.
"I'll do the women's and you do the men's" I say and start to head towards the janitor's office.
"Oh no, Princess. We're supposed to work together." He says and smiles wickedly.
"I won't tell if you don't." I say hopefully.
"I'll tell alright. This is supposed to be a learning opportunity for us, and I intend to utilize it fully." He says in a mock serious tone.
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Nope. You and me are like peas and carrots." He says and hooks his arm through mine.
The feeling of his skin against mine sends a shiver down my spine, and I hate myself for it. Before I can protest, he starts walking and semi drags me down the hall towards the supply room/janitor's office.
We stock a cart with everything the list says we need and then fill a mop bucket with fresh water. The two of us make quick work of the tasks, and it amazes me how well we work together when we're not fighting.
I have to show him how to clean a toilet, and he makes a comment about being able to help his mom more now. He changes the subject quickly, and I let it go. I'm cleaning sinks and he's in the stalls when I hear him call my name.
"Hey, Allison."
"Yeah, Hunter. What do you need?" I answer back while I scrub tiles wearing thick, yellow gloves.
"What kind of bees produce milk?"
"What?" I say completely confused.
"Boo bees" He says and starts laughing uncontrollably. "Get it? Boobies."
I don't want to laugh, but I do. Not because the joke is that funny, but because his laughter is infectious. I think this is the first time I've ever felt relaxed around him, and it's nice. I've grown up around men in the construction business, so I know a dirty joke or two myself.
"Hey Hunter."
"Yes, princess."
"What's the difference between erotic and kinky?"
"I don't know, princess, what is the difference?" He responds completely seriously.
"Erotic is using a feather, and kinky is using the whole chicken." I say and wait.
It's silent for a moment, but then Hunter cracks up. He's laughing loudly for a few minutes before he finally comes out of the stall with tears running down his cheeks. That's how the rest of the day goes. We take turns trying to one-up each other with the dirty jokes. It makes the day pass by very quickly, and before long it's six o'clock and all of the bathrooms on the first floor are done.
When Mr. Yates shows up to inspect he's impressed with the work we've done. He's even more impressed that we're getting along and haven't torn each other to bits.
"You see, I knew you guys had it in you. I'll see you tomorrow morning." He says and locks the doors behind us.
"I’d ask if you want to grab a bite to eat, but I've got to pick up my mom from work." Hunter says and slides into his car before I can respond.
That's confusing. It almost sounded like he wants to go on a date with me, but that can't possibly be true. I really don't believe that one day of working together can fix thirteen years of hostility. Can it?
When I get home, I throw together some homemade potpies for dad and I to eat for supper. I already have the sauce and crusts made and frozen. Dad likes these, but they're time consuming, so I make extra ingredients and freeze them whenever we have them. It means we can have them a second time, but I only have to do the hard work once.
"These are great, honey. Have you given anymore thought to cooking school?" He asks after taking a bite.
"I have. I don't want to leave you, though. Four years in Paris is a long time for you to be alone. We've always stuck together."
"You have to stop worrying about me, honey. Your future is important, and I know you've got it in you to be a great chef. Besides, maybe I won't be alone. I could meet someone, you never know." He says and winks at me.
"Just give me a little more time, okay." I say and smile.
"Alright honey, but I have to send the school a check soon if you want to have a spot in the fall. Oh, how was your day? Did you and Hunter do okay working together?" He asks and takes another huge bite.
"It went surprisingly well. Much better than I expected."
"That's great! I'm glad you two are working things out."
Why is he so enthusiastic about this?
Hunter
That went well. Allison is a lot of fun to be around when she's not yelling at me. I've never met a woman who knows so many dirty jokes. Mom is super pleased to hear that we got along today. She practically beams when I tell her that Allison brought me a lunch today.
"I'm sorry I didn't make your lunch today honey. I'll make sure you have something tomorrow."
"It's okay, mom. You had work today and I am perfectly capable of making my own sandwich. I just forgot. Somehow, Allison knew I would forget. It was nice of her. It would have been a long day without it." I say and hug my mom goodnight.
The next day of cleaning goes pretty much like the first. This time I don't have to talk Allison into working with me. We get the upstairs bathrooms cleaned and still have two hours left before Mr. Yates comes back for us.
"So do we call him, or what?" She asks me as we head downstairs.
"Um, I think the instructions had extra work for us to do if we finished early."
"What do we do?"
"I say we get as much done as we can. Maybe we can get a weekend knocked off our sentence for good behavior."
"In a hurry to get away from me, eh?" She teases and pokes me in the arm playfully.
"No, that's not what I meant. It's just that fifth weekend is when that movie Lucky Mobsters comes out, and I thought you might want to go see it." Did I just ask her out?
She doesn't say anything at first, and I start to get nervous. This is a new feeling for me. No girl has ever made me nervous before. I'm not entirely sure that I like the way this feels. I'm about to make a rude joke to end my suffering, but she finally says something.
"Well I guess we better get to cleaning science rooms, then." Allison says and heads towards the science wing of the school. We finish all of the bonus tasks on the list be
fore Mr. Yates shows up to let us out. He says he's proud of the work we've done, and mentions that if next week goes this well, he might have to reassess the severity of our learning opportunity.
Allison smiles at me, and I walk her to her car. Before she takes off, we talk for a few minutes. She tells me about cooking school, and I tell her about my football scholarship. Both of us probably already know all of these things about each other, but it's quite nice to tell her myself.
The week goes by slowly because I really want to spend the weekend with her again. We talk at school a few times, and people are completely shocked. On Friday, we sit together at lunch, and all of our friends seem relieved that they don't have to choose between us. It's a lot of fun, and I kind of wish it had always been like this. At least it's happening now, and that's better than never.
