>It's now a few weeks into the school year.
>Things are really looking up for you recently.
>Your previous years in high school weren't terrible, by any means.
>But they weren't terribly eventful, either.
>It's different this year.
>It’s all because of her…
>Blossomforth.
>Ever since that first date.
>No, ever since that first day, everything seems brighter than you remember.
>Before, you were simply content to just blend in.
>Now, you're just plain happy.
>Clap along if you feel like a room without a...
>Whoops, got a little carried away there.
>It’s hard not to, though.
>It does come with a price.
>Your dreams as of late have been incredibly intense.
>All of them have been of you and Blossomforth getting it on.
>We’re not talking sweet, sensual lovemaking.
>We’re talking straight up, rough, animalistic, “Ride this train to Poundtown” type fucking, in every position imaginable.
>So what’s the price, you might ask?
>Your bedsheets.
>You’ve busted a nut in them on an almost nightly basis.
>And seeing that you only have about four sets of sheets, the constant washing and drying have been really putting a dent in your laundry detergent.
>Which in turn could put a dent in your wallet later on.
>Eh, whatever.
>You did get a part-time job at the local sporting goods store last week, so there won’t be any sort of net loss.
>You’ve also made it a point to drop by any jewelry store that you come across to look for a good aquamarine pendant.
>You’ve got a couple that you have your eye on; it’s just a matter of when the right moment will be to give it to Blossom.
>It’s only been a few weeks, so giving her that as a gift might seem a bit much.
>Maybe on Homecoming?
>It’s about a month away, so you’ll have plenty of time to save up for it, and it seems like a good occasion for a gift like that.
>Sounds like a plan.
>You hear the lunch bell ring, and your classmates quickly gather their things and empty out of the classroom.
>You quickly follow suit and start making your way for the cafeteria.
>On your way, you pass by the main bulletin board, and a large flyer catches your eye.
>It’s a volunteer sign-up sheet for the harvest fair in town.
>The flyer states that they need volunteers for some of the manual labor required in setting up.
>Normally, you would ignore stuff like this.
>But you’ve been doing your self-workouts recently, and the opportunity to actually put your strength to good use does sound appealing.
>You jot your name and contact info down on the sheet and make note of the day that they’ll need the help.
>It’s just a few days before the Homecoming dance.
>Looks like they’re reaching out early for help.
>Better make a note to let your work know about that commitment when you can, so they can schedule you around it.
>Just before you turn around to head to the cafeteria, you feel someone jump on your back and wrap their arms around your front.
“Ack!”
>You stumble forward, trying to catch your balance with the sudden extra weight on your back.
>“Hey you!  What are you doing over here?  I’ve been waiting patiently for you, you know?”
>It’s Blossomforth.
“Geez, you nearly scared the daylights outta me!”
>She giggles.
>“My bad…”
“Oh yeah?  I’ll give you ‘My bad…’”
>You reach behind you and give a light pinch to her back thigh, just below her tight little butt.
>“Eeeeeeeeeee! Noooooooo!”
>She squeals as you continue to tweak her right under that cute little ass of hers.
>“Stooooop already!”
>She starts wriggling around, causing you to fight to maintain balance.
>It normally would be annoying, but this is your girl.
>This is fun.
>The two of you eventually stop to catch your breath.
>She leans in close and lightly nips at your ear.
>“Hey, I wanna do something this week.”
“Oh?  Did you have something in mind?”
>“Hmmm…not really.  I just want to do something with you.  With all the gymnastics practice going on, it’s been hard to make plans.  Luckily, they gave us a break this week, so I want to spend that time with you.”
>She is right.
>After she made it through the tryouts and got a spot on the gymnastics team, she’s been busier with after school practices.
>You’ve had to head home from school on your own a good number of times as a result, so it’s been a little rough on you too.
“Yeah?  That would be nice.  Though, putting me on the spot like that doesn’t give me much time to think about where we should go.”
>At this point, she leans in close to your ear.
>“You know, we don’t have to go anywhere special.  I wouldn’t mind just hanging out at your place…if you know what I mean.”
>Oh my.
>Blossomforth, coming to your place?
>That could lead to some interesting times…
“Wait, what would your dad say about that?”
>“Hmm, I’ll think of something…”
“Oh geez.  Be sure to make it convincing, but don’t lie to him, either.”
>“Oh, I’ve learned my lesson with that a long time ago.”
“Heh, well that’s good, I suppose.”
>Blossomforth hops off your back, and the two of you start making your way to the cafeteria.
>“Hmmm, maybe I can play the ‘Tutor’ card and just say that you’re helping me with my studies…”
>You pause and think for a moment.
“As overplayed as that tactic is, it might just work.  I am a year ahead of you, so I already know much of the subject matter that you’re being taught…”
>“…and two heads are always better than one…”
“That’s true.”
>“…though I think your ‘head’ alone would be enough for me.”
>And there’s the dirty talk again.
>Nice serve, let’s see how this match plays out.
“Geez, mind in the gutter much?”
>“Ever since that night, yeah.”
>It seems that hot night in the field has left quite the impression on the both of you.
“I see.  How about we talk about that after school hours, yeah?  Besides, it’s lunch time, and I’m hungry.”
>“Yeah, you’re right.”
>Let’s return that serve, shall we?
>Maybe throw in a top spin.
>You lean in close to her ear and pitch your voice low with an ever so slight bit of grit.
“Though, I think your ‘peach’ alone would be enough for me.”
>As soon as the last word leaves your lips, you see Blossomforth go weak in the knees.
>She stumbles forward, trying to stay up, but it’s not enough.
>She falls to her hands and knees, and a visible shiver runs through her back, and she lets out a barely audible moan.
>Wow, did she…?
>Geez, maybe you put too much spin on that return.
>“Y-you…”
>Her arms can’t even hold her up, and she’s forced to drop to her elbows.
>Dat ass is up in the air.
>Unf.
>She lets out an exasperated sigh.
>“Goddamnit!”
>Looks like the score is 15-love.
>Don’t make this game too easy for me, Babydoll.
>You crouch down in front of her and hold your hand out.
“Hah, you know you love it!”
>She looks up at you and her face is a beautiful shade of pink.
>“I’m gonna get you back, you know.”
>She takes your hand, and you pull her back up to her feet.
“I do, and I hope you will…”
 
>It’s now the end of the school day, and the two of you are walking home.
>Normally, you both would be flirting it up.
>Trading dirty line after dirty line.
>Something is different, though.
>And not in the good way.
>Blossomforth seems oddly silent.
>She’s looking over her shoulder every now and again.
>It’s starting to worry you.
“Hey, are you alright?”
>“Umm, I’m not sure…”
“What do you mean?”
>“I don’t know…I feel like I’m being watched.”
>Huh?
>You look back yourself, but you don’t notice anything different.
>Still, she looks really on edge.
>You bring your arm across her back and pull her closer to you as you walk.
“Did something happen after lunch?”
>She returns your comforting touch by bringing her own arm across your back.
>“Yeah.  A guy in one of my classes tried to ask me out.”
>What?
“Wow, okay.  You turned him down, right?”
>“Yeah, of course.  I told him that I was already seeing someone.”
“Did he not take it well or something?”
>“That’s just the thing.  He seemed to understand and he backed off, but for the rest of the class it felt like he was staring at me the whole time.  It was really uncomfortable.”
>This doesn’t sound good.
“Is he tailing us?”
>“I’m not sure.  I don’t see him, but I can’t shake this feeling that he’s nearby.”
>She seems really anxious.
>You and her pick up the pace a little bit.
>Getting her home sooner may calm her down.
>She’s still got her head on a swivel, though.
>You drop her off at her house.
>She thanks you, gives you a quick peck on the cheek, and hurries inside.
>This is not the Blossomforth that you know and love.
>You start making your way back home.
>Once you get in your apartment, you leave your things in their usual spots, and take a seat on your couch.
>The recent events have been on your mind the whole time.
>This whole thing had really got to her.
>Almost like it has happened to her before.
>Your phone then rings.
>It’s Blossomforth.
>You pick up the call.
“Hey, how are you feeling?”
>You hear her sigh out of relief.
>“I’m doing better now that I’m home.  I’m sorry that I made you worry.”
“It’s okay, but what was all that about?  You weren’t yourself at all…”
>“I know, this isn’t the first time that this has happened.”
“I kinda figured that.  This wasn’t what happened last year at your old school, was it?”
>“…”
>She didn’t say anything, but the silence almost confirmed your suspicions.
“…I know you didn’t want to talk about it then, but what about now?”
>“I can’t.  I’m sorry…”
>She’s still sensitive about the subject.
>Might be best not to push it.
”Okay, that’s alright.  I just want you to know that I’m always here for you.  You can talk to me about anything, okay?”
>“…Okay.”
“Would it be better if I drove you to and from school for a while, at least until this thing blows over?”
>“I think that would help, yeah.”
“Okay, I’ll do that then.  He can’t hold on for that long, right?”
>“…I hope so.”
>Man, this is serious.
“Okay.  One more thing, if you need me when I’m not around, you can call or text me.  It doesn’t matter whether it’s during the day or at night.  Just let me know, and I’ll come running.”
>“Okay…thank you, Anon.”
“You’re welcome, Blossom.”
>“I’ll see you tomorrow morning?”
>You smile, even though you know she can’t see it.
“Bright and early.”
>“Okay…see you later, then.”
“You too…”
>You hear the end call tone and set the phone on the counter.
>You collapse back down on the couch.
>This has to be similar to what happened to her at her old school.
>She wouldn’t have been so on edge about it otherwise.
>Hopefully this will end soon, you think.
>Part of you wasn’t so sure, though.