“Alright, class, we are going to be working on these packets as partners to get ready for your test tomorrow. You have all class period to work on the packet; yes, you cant take it home if you don’t finish it. It is due first thing tomorrow in this class,” Mr. Stratum said while passing out the packets.

“Cass, please be my partner,” Julie, one of the other cheerleaders, said to me from my left side. “That way I know if I’m doing this right.”

I sighed, “Let me ask if we can work in a group.” I held my hand high, “Mr. Stratum, is it fine if Julie, Mike and I all work together.”

“I don’t see why it wouldn’t be fine,” he smiled.

“Alright, how about you guys start to work on the questions and I’m going to zip through them and get all the answers, and then if you have any problems just ask me?” I said while grabbing my pencil out of my purse.

“Sounds good to me,” Julie smiled and started working on the packet.

I had finished about ten of the thirty questions when Mike huffed from my right side. I looked over to see a mess of numbers, letters, and eraser shavings everywhere. He was biting his lip while squinting at the paper and tapping his pencil on the desk.

“Need help, babe?” I laughed as he nodded. “Well, look, Mikey. You have x squared minus 7x minus 18. What you have to do is factor to get the simplified form.” I grabbed his pencil and erased what he had written down. “The trick is to find the thing that they both have in common, which is x.” I wrote on the paper (x )(x ). “Now, since it is a negative eighteen, what signs do you use?”

“Plus and minus?” He asked me while gnawing on his lip ring.

“Yeah,” I smiled and filled in (x + )(x - ). “Now, babe, the part that gets a little tricky. What multiples to become negative eighteen, but adds to negative seven?”

“Um...” he let out a deep breath, “Two and nine... I mean negative nine.”

I grinned, he was finally getting the hang of it. “You’re exactly right, so write those down. I handed him the pencil and he filled in the rest of the answer. “Now just remember the process and finish the other four factoring questions.”

“I’d die without you,” he laughed and continued on with the work.


The rest of class went by fast, Mike only had a few questions about the packet after I explained factoring and Julie only had one. The bell rang, signaling fourth period, also known as lunch for Mike and I. In the beginning of the year, I was supposed to have sixth period lunch, but we were able to talk the school into letting me switch to fourth. I made my way over to our crowded lunch table that Mike was already seated at. I squeezed in between Mike and Casey and set my books and bag down on the table.

“So you’d never guess who I nominated for Homecoming King today,” my best friend for these past sixteen years, Abbey, said from across from me with a smile on her face.

“Who?” I laughed as I grabbed mine and Mike’s lunch from my purse.

“Mike,” she grinned. He groaned and she laughed, “Mike, you’re one of the most popular guys in school. It was bound to happen.”

“I’m not going to stupid fucking homecoming,” he huffed and I handed him his lunch. “Thanks, babe.”

I sighed, “I wish you’d take me to homecoming.”

“Never happening,” Mike laughed and took a bite of his sandwich.

“Abbey, you should start making me lunch!” Casey said while winking at her.

“In the words of Mike Fuentes, never happening,” Abbey laughed and took a bite of her apple. “I’m not as nice as Cassie.”

I blushed, “I don’t even make them, my mom does.”

“Cassie can’t do anything in the kitchen without catching something on fire,” Mike laughed from beside me, his mouth full of food.

“Don’t bring it up,” I groaned as he started to tell the story. I elbowed him in the arm, “Michael.” He grinned and continued to eat.

“Cass,” Katie, another flyer on the cheer team, said while taking a seat next to Abbey. Her tiny ass could somehow squeeze into the tightest places, such as the three inch space in between Abbey in Cam. “Tiffany said our new jackets came in. We should be able to get them at practice tonight.”

“Finally!” I grinned. “It’s going to be nice to have them now that it’s getting colder at football games.”

“And now we will definitely have them for competition next weekend. I’ve been worried sick over it,” Katie laughed.


The rest of the day dragged on like a normal school day would. I didn’t have any more classes with Mike, and I only saw him in the hallway once or twice. Hearing the bell ring for 2:45 was the highlight of my school day since I was able to see Mike for fifteen minutes before cheer practice. Cheer practice took a good three hours... although we only really practiced for maybe an hour and a half, the rest of the time was us just goofing around or gossiping with coach. Those three hours went by way fast while we were cheering, but I was always happy when it was over.

“Mike, how late are you staying tonight?” My mom asked as she set the salad bowl on the table.

“Depends on how much I understand this math crap,” he mumbled while taking a bite of his steak.

My mom laughed as Mike devoured his food, “You’d think that you never eat, and I know I feed you lunch.”

“And he usually steals some of my lunch, too,” I laughed and took a bite of my salad.

“Sissy need meat,” my little brother, Frankie, smiled while giving me a piece of cut up steak.

“Sissy doesn’t eat that garbage,” I laughed and handed him his steak back.

“You crazy,” he cackled then popped the piece in his mouth.

“Are you two going to be bringing me home good grades on Wednesday?” My mom asked while sitting across from Mike and I.

“Of course, Momma,” I smiled. “I think my only B might be in history.”

“No promises,” Mike shrugged and set his fork down, already finished with the food on his plate.

“Michael,” my mom shook her head. “How’s the band doing?”

“It’s good. We have a gig on Saturday night that I would really enjoy if your daughter could go to,” he smiled, flashing his pearly white, straight teeth at my mom. He had gotten his braces off three months ago, and used his perfect teeth to his advantage.

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. Cassie, you have to be up at seven in the morning on Sunday for competition.”

I groaned, “That Mike is coming to! Let me go, Mom. Please!”

“PWEASE!” Frankie yelled from his seat, making us all laugh.

“We’ll see. Depends on how both of your math tests go,” she smiled.

“Then I guess I’m just going to have to stay here all night studying,” Mike grinned and high-fived me.

“You’re sleeping on the couch,” my mom laughed as she got up and grabbed our plates. “Go study, and when I say study, I mean study.”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed Mike’s handing, leading him towards the room that he’s grown to call his second bedroom. He flopped down onto my pink bed with his math packet, kicking his shoes off the side of the bed. I took my shoes off and crawled onto the bed next to him, grabbing my notebook and packet as well. I leaned over to the table by the end of my bed, placing Monuments and Melodies by Incubus in the CD player, and also earning a poke on my butt from Mike.

“Your butt looks good in these,” he laughed as I laid back down next to him. “How about we study for like an hour, and then we can get it on, and then we can watch Made, and then eat ice cream, and then study again for a hour, and...”

I placed my hand over his mouth, “How about we study until you understand what you’re doing, then I’ll give you a blow job.”

He licked my hand and I let go. He grinned, “That works too.”

I shook my head laughing while I compared my answers with Mike’s on the packet. I came to a question he did wrong, “Alright, baby, you did this one wrong.” He groaned, “I’ll go over it with you. You have 7v squared minus 42 equals negative 35v. So what you have to do is rearrange that equation to equal to 0. So how do you do that?”

“Move negative 35v to the left side?”

“Exactly, so write that down.” He erased what he had wrote and then wrote the new equation down. “Now, you have to factor. Since you have 7v squared, you have to have 7v in one parenthesis and then just v in another.” He nodded and wrote that. “Now it has the negative 42, so write down what signs go in there.” He wrote a plus and minus and I smiled, “But you may have to switch those around for this part. You have to solve for the final numbers, but you have to keep in mind the 7 that is in the first parenthesis. What numbers do you get?”

“Negative 6 and 1!” Mike exclaimed while writing the answer down and grabbing my notebook, checking and seeing he had the right answer. “I feel so smart!”

“You’re smart when you try,” I laughed and kissed his cheek. “Let’s finish checking your answers.” We went through the rest of his answers and he had gotten them right. “I’m going to give you a few practice problems,” he groaned. “Just ten of them.”

“Ten!” He exclaimed. “That’s going to take me an hour!”

“We have twenty on the test and you only get forty-five minutes so you better learn how to do them faster,” I laughed as I copied problems down from class onto a piece of paper and handed it to him. He huffed and got busy on them as I flipped through the channels on my TV, looking for something to watch until he was done.


About a half hour later the piece of paper was being waved in front of my face obnoxiously. I snatched it out of his hand and scowled at him before checking over the answers. I pointed to the two he got wrong and he grabbed the paper and re-did them. He still got one wrong, to which he started cussing about while re-doing it. Finally he got the answer right and I laughed as he did a little victory dance on the bed, nearly hitting his head on the ceiling.

“So about that blow job,” he winked while leaning his head on my pillows.

“Mikey,” I groaned.

“You don’t have to,” he laughed. “But I do want some ice cream.”

“Go get some,” I laughed and gave him a shove.

“Do you want any?” He asked while standing up.

“Nah,” I replied as I grabbed our things and set them on the floor, making more room on the bed for us.

He came back a few minutes later with a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream smothered in chocolate sauce and a smile on his face, “Frankie is downstairs pulling Jack’s tail and asking your mom if it is his wiener.”

“He has a fascination with them,” I laughed and he sat next to me, dipping the spoon in the ice cream and bringing it by my face. “No,” I swatted his hand away.

“Take a bite,” he whined.

“No.”

“Do it for me.”

“No.”

“Cass.”

“Mike.”

He put the spoon in his mouth and moaned, “But it’s so good. Tastes like your pussy.”

“Get out of here with that shit,” I bursted into laughter. “You are such a creeper.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at me, “You’re the one that dates me.”

“Sadly,” I laughed and reached out, wiping off the chocolate sauce that was stuck to his lip ring with my finger, I then licked my finger and wiped it on his pants.

He moved his legs away from me, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a pig?” He huffed.

“You’re the one that dates me,” I talked in a baby voice. He took the spoon and hit me in the tip of my nose, “YOU GOT CHOCOLATE ON ME!”

“Oh what’s wrong is the baby going to get a pimple?” He laughed and I tipped the bowl, letting the melted mess spill onto his shirt. “CASSANDRA!” I bursted into laughter as he screamed like a little girl, ripping his shirt off and running towards the bathroom. When he came in he was shirtless, “I’m going to kill you.”

“It’ll come out in the wash,” I laughed. He walked over to me and grabbed my ankle and yanked it, “You know it was funny.”

“Go to hell,” he muttered, dragging me off the bed. He left me on the floor while he climbed back onto my bed and continued to eat the melted ice cream that was left in the bowl. “You’re not allowed up here until I’m done eating this.” I smiled as I laid on the floor and tied the shoelaces of his Vans together. He looked down at me and shook his head, “Why are you always fucking with me?”

“What else am I supposed to do if I’m not fucking you?”

“What?” He raised an eyebrow.

“What?” I smiled.

“What did you just say?” He chuckled.

“Nothing,” I grinned and got up from the floor. I got on the bed and straddled him. I tore my shirt and sports bra off my body and then ran my hands through his hair, "About that blow job."

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