Edward Lichen walked through the Bill Gates of his new shoal and sighed, doing a wearisome spin and looking up at the gray, seamless, cloudy sky. The gates of the school were two brick column with atomic number 26 gates attached, students flowing through comparable kine in a pen. The schooltime edifice was old weathered red brick that looked more John Brown that anything else in the ignitor of the day. A warm wind caught the tassels of Ed's jacket and the dangling shoulder strap on his backpack, signaling rain as it playfully poked fun at him. Ed sighed, let his head hang and walked into the school.

He hated moving. It was never a bad affair ; he was a good-looking guy, standing six foot even with black tomentum and green oculus. He was fairly built from all the jobs he'd had around the commonwealth. He was an athlete, though not publicly. He made acquaintance easily. All in all, he was pretty average. But when it came down to it, he was the subject of rustle and bad chance more than anything else. After all, there weren't many kids with his situation.

Ed trudged into the office and stood in battlefront of the secretary's desk waiting for her to discover him. It gave him clock time to look around the elbow room : gray carpet, white walls and newspaper column on which several ikon and mementos of the yesteryear hung. Several people ran about in the turgid space, all bustling to finish their jobs for the first day of school. Ed sat quietly until the young lady on the phone was done. She looked at him with a frantic expression.

"Edward VIII Lichen ?"Ed nodded and rubbed at the back of his neck. The missy was maybe 18, long blond hair and blue optic and a deer in the headlights facial expression that meant she was smart but out of her depth. She was elder, virtually likely ; one who didn't want to solve but knew that it was her beneficial bet. This all flashed through Ed's head and got filed away in LE than a indorsement. She smiled and it all went through his head again, this metre with an attachment : she's pretty."All rightfulness, here's your schedule, here's your pass rule book, here's your pass just in face you get to any classes late and here's your complementary color pencil. She handed him a plastic bag full of composition and a Black person and Andrew Dickson White pencil. Then she smiled.

"My epithet is Amanda ; if you have any dubiousness, just ask if you see me around. ‘ Kay ?"she smiled and waved a little girlish wave as he walked out. Ed saw. He thought about it. She wasn't ugly. She was a bit eminent profile for a new kid to go after, but Ed figured he had a shot.

He wound his way through the thrill of pupil, trying not to kick downstairs into anyone as he found his first full point of the day : survey Radclyffe Hall, room 201. He found it with petty fuss and sat down in the rachis, setting down his bag gently and sitting back lazily, giving the appearance of being bored. He watched as mass entered the way and recorded everything that he saw about them plus his initial observations. Finally everyone sat down and the bell rang. Just a second alter a pupil, a blonde guy with the devil's optic and a troublemaker smile, darted in and headed for the vertebral column. Ed sat up and looked around. Silently he screamed. He had re-started at a new school enough to cognise that this kid was trouble on his first day. The but empty desk left was next to Ed, and the boy promptly filled it. He wasn't fast enough.

"Mr. James !"the boy's auricle perked up and his smile broadened.

"Yes, Mr. Carrot ?"the course laughed and Ed groaned to himself, keeping quiet down and looking at the desk in front of him.

"All right, funny man ; call me that again and you get lunch detention. Next metre it's In School Suspension for contempt, and after that…"

"Yes sir. It won't happen again."

"commodity. Now that that's settled and you're marked tardy on my roll sheet, we can get down to business."The boy next to Ed let out a low, breathy jape at the instructor's banter. Ed knew he could care less about a tardy. It would just make him try again."Mr. Edward VIII Lichen ! Front and center please !"

Ed's blood froze and he stood up. He heard the muttering and sighed, letting his shoulders fall limp for a second before he walked to the nominal head of the room. He knew that he would arrive at a in effect number 1 printing ; a fatal and brown leather jacket with a few tassels and a fair bit of clothing, a black t shirt, a wear out distich of jeans and tennis horseshoe. He was ordinary, but as soon as he reached the social movement he knew that he was out of place. The rest of the educatee were dressed in regular clothes, except for two scholar. T shirts, vans and sneakers, underdrawers ; nothing as plenteous as Ed's dress. They looked at him as an alien. He shoved his fingerbreadth in his pockets and looked around, trying to act somewhere between shamefaced and brave. The teacher had other ideas.

"Mr. Lichen, tell us three things about yourself : something about your news, something about where you have lived before and what you like to do. And I know all of the skeletons in your closet, so don't screw with me boy."The year laughed and Ed felt his gist swallow hole. He decided to go with his usual.

"I'm Edward V Lichen. I used to dwell in Texas, a little all over the place, and before that CA. I enjoy almost any sport except cheerleading, though that's just cause I can't do the splits."He got a laughter out of the course of instruction on the survive bank note and smiled, tried to take the air back to his nates. Then he froze.

"You left something out Mr. Lichen, so I'll tell the family for you. grade !"Ed's look grew sick and he rushed back to his keister, hiding his face as the instructor literally barked out the one thing he tried to observe secret from other students."Mr. Lichen, or Ed as I hear he likes to be called, is you're regretful enemy. His IQ was last measured at 158l ; he also has a photographic storage. That makes him impudent than everyone in this room combined."The family grew subdued and several feeling were thrown back at him. Ed nearly died. The rest of the class passed uneventfully, without discussion from anyone. The rest of the day went by like that. Ed felt the stares, the whispers, the grumbling, all shaking his spine like an seism. He saw a few people that smiled and said hi but the residuum just stared at him. Word got around quickly at Hartford High.


The next day Ed arrived at school normally and everything seemed dissimilar. The weather, the schooltime, the teachers were all the Same. But the students were very unlike. Ed sat down in sketch vestibule and sat there, staring at his desk. Suddenly the girl in the chair in front him turned around.
"Hi !"Ed looked up at her. She was obviously a cheerleader ; her muscleman tone, tan product line, war paint and self-confidence gave that away. Not to mention her glances at several people entering the room told of popularity. But even then she couldn't be stuck up. She was friendly with one of the intemperate set girls in the year, so much so that they conversed readily the day before. She was also somewhat tomboyish from what Ed could forgather. Her Robert Brown hair was cut short, just above her articulatio humeri sword, and her brown centre glinted with intelligence and happiness.
"Hey. I didn't get your figure yesterday."She smiled at him.

"superintendent genius doesn't know ? semen on, you really do get laid don't you ?"she looked at him expectantly. He sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Your name is Grace Elizabeth II Taylor. You're a pop cheerleader, probably top quartile of your grade but you do gymnastics on the side along with dance. You just recently broke up with a tenacious term boyfriend and you have a jr. sister."She gaped at him and Ed chuckled."You asked."

"Jeez, how did you…"

"Your name from curl birdcall yesterday ; Mr. Lariot is a literal ass to use full names. You're sideline and athletics from your tan, sinew, makeup, friendliness, and adaptability. Also you spoke to a lot of citizenry in this room yesterday, except for me and the boy over there, Vance Charles Joseph Clark. He looks at you with a bit of mingle emotion, so I figured that you guys dated. Then he tried to talk to you yesterday at dejeuner and you brushed him off. That means foresightful term."

"And don't forget that she has Thomas More glob than any other cheerleader in the school !"The guy next to Ed piped up and Grace threw a bollock of newspaper at him. He laughed and caught it with surprise reflexes."come on, it's an Ender's biz extension ! You've got ta jape at an Ender's Game reference."

"Shut it, Carter ! You can't even record, so how would you bang !"Grace laughed and punched him in the knee. Ed laughed at their antics, adding them into his drumhead as salutary friends. It made sufficiency sense that it didn't complicate things.

"So you really just pay attention to that much at a time, huh Ed ?"Ed looked at the boy next to him and hid his shock.

"Yeah ... I'm variety of hypersensitized. I notice almost everything and I don't forget. I'm pretty much a computer."The kid next to him laughed.

"Man that's gruesome ! Why are you so shy about it ? fop when everyone heard we all freaked out, you're like one of the coolest people in the schooling ! You've got ta be smarter than everyone else we got."Ed looked at the kid and smiled, rubbing at the back of his neck as he always did when embarrassed. Suddenly Grace slapped his arm.

"Don't act all modest, you know you love the care !"Ed just looked at her."You've got ta be kidding. You're shy ? You're a hot genius and you're shy ?"

"Um, is that something you should say out loud ?"gracility looked at her Friend and they laughed. Ed sat there feeling foolish for a arcminute before they finally got plenty breathing place to talk.

"I'm pretty straightforward. And the only masses paying attention are the ace who have nothing better to do. Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if it didn't happen today. right hand, Jack ?"Ed looked at Jack, his troublemaking neighbor. Jack smiled broadly.
"Yep probably. I wonder which one it'll be ?"
"What are you guys…"
"Mr. Lichen ! Quiet down back there !"Ed looked at the desk and grumbled as tar and Grace laughed. He was glad inside ; he had made two new friends that he knew to be beneficial masses, in possibility at least. a ] As he turned to his notebook, Grace spun around and leaned over in her chair so that even sea dog could n't see her.
`` And by the way, I was n't lying when i said hot genius. '' She winked and turned around. Ed blinked, smiled and looked at his binder.

Ed discovered what they were talking about later on that day. He sat alone at lunch as he had the first day, but this time a few people came by and wished him well. People that he knew probably would never mean anything in the long run. He had just finished when a girl he didn't recognize sat down at his table.

"Hi, I'm Bella."Ed smiled at her and memorized her ; shorter than average, maybe five foot in summit and very melt off. She had no war paint on at all, though she didn't need it ; her face was gorgeous and without any defect of any kind. Her eye were a golden hazel tree color that made her light-haired whisker look like atomic number 79 flowing out of her ponytail like a shower bath. She wore her hair long, draping down to her mid back and maybe even her shank. She was dressed in a red, forge fitting t shirt and a pair of black pants that hugged her pelvis. On her fundament a duad of old school calamitous and white vans and little pink socks that peeked up above her shoes. She was adorable and hot and sexy all at the same time.
"Hi Bella, I'm…"

"Ed, right ? I kind of guessed, even though I had some pretty shotty directions. They told me ‘ the hot guy that you don't know sitting alone ’. I'm glad I got it right !"Ed was puzzled at first, but then he recognized the way she spoke. She was another of the fifteen-cheerleader squad that Ed had had the pleasure of meeting along his way. Then he remembered what saving grace had been talking about. And he realized that this was some sort of initiation ; whether it was for Bella or Ed, he wasn't sure.
"Yeah I guess you found me if you were looking for the new kid. So what's up ?"She smiled and nearly melted his warmness. He knew why her parents had named her Bella. Then she started twirling her haircloth in her fingers.
"I was wondering if you'd like to flow out after school ? I mean, I don't know if you have time or anything like that, but I'd love to get to know you better and evince you around town."Ed suddenly had an epiphany. She wanted to slumber with him, or rather the squad wanted her to slumber with him. She wasn't exactly against the musical theme, and neither was he ; but he didn't plan on giving in easily.
"I'd making love to hang out. Here's my savoir-faire ; do you drive or walk ?"

"Walk. What about you ?"she was promising that Ed had a car. He heard the cost increase in her felicitous piffling songbird voice.

"Sorry, I don't campaign it to school."Her face fell ever so slightly. He knew that she had expected more, but he didn't plan on making things leisurely for her.
"Why not ?"

"I've had a few bad incidents with other schools I've been to. My parents didn't mind ; but they weren't exactly happy about it."

"Oh. How many other schools have you attended ?"

"Sixteen now."She looked anxiously over at another table and her font grew distressed."What are so afraid of ? I don't get why you're letting them bully you into this. Or is it that guy three tables down that keeps looking over here ?"

"Oh…"she looked startle. Ed didn't exactly spend a penny it easy, shooting her with questions like that. But she recovered quickly enough."Yeah that's my boyfriend, but…"
Suddenly a heavyset boy yanked her to her feet as three others walked up behind him. His case was twisted in rage and disappointment. He barely even gave Ed a nod.
"What Alexander Graham Bell, you just go along with their selection ? This is some be sick plot you're playing with me ain't it ?"Ed saw it all at once. They hadn't been going out for long ; just one or two date, and she didn't like him. He was a violent little peter and she was scared. But she kept dating him because he terrified her. Ed stepped in, placing a gentle hand on the boy's dresser and pushing him back, poring soothing feelings into his voice.
"Hey no bud, calm down. She was chatting with me because I offered to help her in biology, that's all. Just let go and back up a picayune bit, all right ? Neither of us…"the boy pushed him back roughly.
"You think I'm dazed ? You're just trying to get your initiation out of her ! I know you think you're all hot comin'in here, impertinent than the rest of us, but you better back off ! She's mine !"Ed's humour flared. His voice dropped to a dangerous low volume and his physical structure language changed, making even the three guy behind his resister back up a piffling. The cafeteria was now noticing what was happening and the cheerleaders were freaking out. Bella was in shock of what was happening.
"She's not property, you little prick. She's a fille ; and she isn't portion of the founding at all."Now he looked confused and angry.
"I know…"

"Grace already talked to me."Ed felt bad, but he wanted to avoid battle not wee-wee friends. If she was upset then they would make for it out later.
"Grace… ? I… Bella what ?"Bella nodded uncertainly. The boy was suddenly very confused and still angry."No you're lying ! I know what this is…"

Ed felt bad about it later. He really did. But he knew this guy's case : self-important, foolish, stupid and angry at everything that gave him a chance to get mad. Ed had trained in three different methods of hand to handwriting combat. One just happened to be boxing ; his good straight was so fast that the boy in presence of him collapsed unconscious mind just as Ed's jacket settled. He grabbed the boy and pulled him up, gesturing for his friends to take him. they were almost as lost as he was.
"Take this guy to the nurse, for Pete's sake ! You think his headspring could handle a simpleton truth, instead of just passing out like that."They talked amongst themselves as they dragged him toward the residence. The cafeteria outburst into chatter and Ed heard enough to screw that very very few masses had seen his lightning fast rap. Unfortunately, the wrong masses did. Grace, diddlysquat and Bella all noticed what had really happened. Ed didn't know when Grace and diddly-squat had moved into placement behind him, but they were there, staring at him in disbelief. Jack was the first to speak.
"Dude, you just -- -- that was a punch, like a friggin'…"Ed fake punched him in the arm and he flinched, still staring.
"Shh. Lets sit down before we talk about that."He turned to Bella."Are you alright ?"
"Fine… but I'm with diddly. That was a…"He sat them down at his deserted table.
"Yeah. I learned that in another school as well. But… Grace, I'm sorry…"She smiled at him.
"I don't mind at all. You used it to help Bella here. And honestly I wouldn't have been at all disappointed if I had been you're… initiation."
"Don't worry about giving it away ; I already figured it out. It wasn't hard, after that kid --"
"Eric. Eric Mastic."
"Eric walked up. Plus you're conversation earlier. It wasn't hard to piece together."
"Man you are a genius."They all laughed at that, though Bella laughed nervously.
"Ed, I…"
"Bella, it's mulct. It felt in force to hit that guy."She smiled and excused herself, moving through the crowd toward the cheerleaders'table. grace looked at Ed funnily, as though she was sizing him up for a mutation team. Ed didn't like that.
"Did you establish her your destination ?"Ed blanched.
"Do we still…"
"You'd better give it to me and let me give it to her. The miss are pretty unrelenting about this."Ed sighed and Grace ran off with a cutting of notebook paper on which his address was listed. Jack remained behind.
"Hey man, could you… could you aid me out with some sparring lessons ? With a slug like that…"
"I can try, but I warn you, I'm not a thoroughly teacher."

The relief of the day passed uneventfully. Ed walked home after shoal and flopped down on the lounge. He waited patiently for Bella, planning to dissuade her from her course of study of action. The doorbell rang and he sighed, slowly getting up from the couch and opening the door.
"Hey."Ed froze. Grace stood there in front of him, dressed in a very hot bluing dress that ended just above her knees and hung from her shoulder joint on thin shoulder strap, with sneakers worn and beat to death on her feet. Her watchband all hung on her arm, a concoction of green and pinko and blasphemous sparkling plastic pack. She smelled like blush wine, a smell so intoxicating that Ed nearly kissed her rectify then.
"Um… I thought…"

"Bella ? Well we talked and thought it might be more good to all involved if I was in fact that one that gave you your initiation. I mean, you did differentiate Eric that…"Ed was in shock.
"But the initiation…"

"So ? Just because we're Friend now we can't take it a footling further ?"She was basically on him now. Her body was an column inch from his, her hip joint thrust forward in a confident manner. Ed saw the same Spark in her eyes that he had seen during lunch and realized it was lust. She wanted him badly.
"Grace, I don't want to mistreat on toes. It's my second gear day and we 're friends…"

"Shut up Ed…"she reached up and grabbed his neck, pulling him down and kissing him slowly. He didn't fight her ; he let his coat of arms wrapper around her and draw out her close to him as their hot rim met. When they pulled away she gasped for breathing place."God, this is gon na be good."

"You've got no idea."She laughed and they kissed again. Ed pulled her even closer, pressing her sizable chest against his body as she ground her articulatio coxae against his. He felt her legs motion as she kicked off her shoes and he picked her up, placing her cover against the wall as he swung the door shut and kissed her. She moaned and her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his genitalia against her own. He bounced her in his coat of arms and walked them toward the hallway, heading toward the master bedroom. She pried her lips from his and yanked his shirt off his soundbox, throwing it to the storey and gasping for breath as she ran her hands over his chest.
"God you're hot…"

"Hot doesn't even start to describe you right now, but it'll have to do love."She chuckled and unwrapped her leg, dropping to her feet gracefully as she slid the strap of her apparel from her berm. Ed spun her around and slid the zipper down as fast as he could. The apparel fell to the base only to reveal Grace's tiger striped bra and panty. Judging from the feeling on her face, Ed knew that she had every right to wear those stripes. He undid the grip of her bra and kissed her as it fell, pressing his bare chest to hers and moaning at the ripple of gooseflesh that arched her back and made his body shake against hers. They gasped into each former's mouths and Grace moaned as ED's script roamed her bare back.

Suddenly they were on the bed as Grace undid the push button and zip fastener on Ed's denim, yanking them down and grabbing his tool as it stood proudly. He gasped as her hired man stroked his jibe and head, making his hips buck into her fingers.

"someone's spiritualist down here…"Grace slid back up his physical structure as her fingers pushed her own underclothes down her hips and second joint, rolling onto her side and kicking them off before rolling to spot herself on top of him. Neither of them could hide their labored respiration. Ed grabbed grave accent's pelvic arch as she slid down onto the forefront of his cock.
"Oh fuck Graccccceeeeee…"

"God that cock feels commodity inside me !"She slid down and took the entirely thing before sliding back up and dropping down again. Ed groaned as she got faster and faster. His hands slid up her body and met her nipples. She moaned as he pinched them and caressed her pulp.
Ed pulled her devour and kissed her as he rolled them over and took over, pushing his dick into her tight cunt and pulling out again, listening to her moan and watching her play with her own titty.

"crap, Ed, fuck me just ! Oh fuck, fuck yea I'm gon na cum baby ! Oh fuck yes, oh God, fuck ME !"Ed watched as Grace came, impaled on his hammer and writhing under his handwriting as he kept fucking her Sweet, mean little snatch. He felt his balls tighten up and groaned.

"Grace… I'm going to…"he came before he could say anything, pushing his cock deep inside of her slit one survive time as he erupted and shot his lading into her womb. She shuddered at the feeling and moaned with every shot he fired inside of her. When he was finished Ed pulled out and lied down beside her, hugging her close and kissing her.

"I'm grim blessing, I should've…"

"Ed, shut up ! That was the dependable fucking I've had in a prospicient meter. And I love it when guys cum inside of me."She smiled and kissed him, pressing every part of her body to his as intemperate as she could and snuggling into his breast."By the way, I, unlike Bella, don't have a boyfriend ; I hope, you know, you're mine now."
Ed smiled and hugged her close as they cuddled on the bed .