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 Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 5:38 pm
It was already a month into the school year, and Peter Gallo thought he was doing pretty well for himself. He had nearly perfect scores in all his classes, and had grown three whole inches over the summer, placing him at 4’10”. It wasn’t much, but he was proud of it!
The only problem was… well, there was only so much studying he could do at lunch and recess. Sure, he liked playing by himself (he was used to it) but it got a little boring after a while. Even though he had plenty of people he could probably play with, he wouldn’t consider any of his classmates ‘friends’. They had all formed their own groups early on, and being the runt of the litter (literally), he usually got picked last for just about everything.
They were just jealous of his intelligence! One day they would realize he wasn’t just a loudmouth little brat who took things a little too seriously… sometimes.
He sighed as he stood at his open locker, switching out the books for his next class. They were in 7th grade, so switching classes wasn’t that big a deal, but this year there were electives to go to, and they weren’t always with the same classmates. Either way, Peter made sure to pack an extra book, just in case music class got too boring, especially since he was made fun of when he tried to sing.
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 8:05 am
Haven stalked down the hall with her books in her arms, her eyes locked on the runty form of Peter Gallo standing at his locker. She was a woman on a mission, losing focus of all the other students meandering down the hall as she closed in on her target.
She came to an immediate halt behind him and proceeded to look down her nose at him in a fashion she hoped would be intimidating enough to get him to cooperate. If Peter had grown during the summer then Haven certainly had. At three months shy of thirteen she stood at an impressive 5'3”—which pleased her next to the likes of Peter Gallo, who didn't seem to be living up to the Gallo standard of tall, athletically motivated, and dashingly handsome.
That wasn't to say Peter looked awful, or that Haven cared about such superficial things as appearance (intelligence was, to her, a much more important quality), but his small size certainly made him less impressive than he would have been if he'd been a match for her in the area of height as well. Haven liked being able to look down her nose at him, and it was comforting that even if he happened to beat her on a test every once in a while, at least she still had this to hold over his head.
She had, of course, grown in other areas as well, and it was those areas that brought her here now. Rather than wearing the unflattering cupless training bra she'd donned for most of the previous year, Haven now sported what she thought was a more womanly bra—the results of a small (but noticeable beneath her blouse all the same) rack sized 30 A.
Yes, she was officially the proud owner of a set of boobs. Subconsciously, she highlighted this achievement by cradling her stack of school books against her abdomen beneath them, pulling her blouse a bit more taut.
“I need to talk to you,” she announced.
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 4:45 pm
Peter jumped and slammed his locker shut as a voice from behind him startled him, and he spun around to stare at the source. Or at least part of the source.
“What??” he hissed, staring at the small mounds that had grown over the summer break. She wasn’t exactly all that impressive, but hey! He was almost thirteen and starting to develop hormones and could definitely tell that Haven was growing up… unlike him.
“Why me?” he frowned, tearing his eyes away from her chest to look up at her eyes. He hated that he was shorter than her, and couldn’t wait until he got to the age where Chris and Michael started getting their height.
“No, you can’t copy my homework, Haven. That’s cheating and wrong,” he attempted, having no idea what she could possibly be wanting to talk to him of all people. If it was important she surely had her friends to talk to, right? But maybe she was going to fuss at him for something he did? Ugh… he hated having to deal with her sometimes…
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 3:21 pm
“As if I need to cheat off of you,” Haven said. She lifted her nose just slightly, haughty. As she also continued to stare down it at Peter, she ended up looking slightly cross-eyed.
Haven chose not to comment on Peter's wandering gaze. As annoying as it was that people couldn't get over boobs long enough to stare a girl in the face, Haven didn't want Peter to think it bothered her, or even know that she'd noticed. She was fairly sure a 30A wasn't all that impressive in the first place, but it was a start.
And anyway, it wasn't as if she cared. Not really. It was just Peter, who she'd known since the tender age of two when he'd moved into the house across the street and their moms had thought it would be a good idea for them to have play dates. Dates, ugh. Gross. Haven certainly wasn't hung-up over whatever he might think of her. He wouldn't even be her first choice in Gallo brother.
That honor fell to the middle brother Chris, but he was married already to a very pretty girl and Haven didn't fancy herself a home-wrecker.
“Don't be so stupid, Peter, just come with me,” she said.
She reached out to grab Peter's arm but thought better of it seconds later; she didn't want one of the teachers to see and think she was being unnecessarily rough with another student. With a roll of her eyes, Haven grabbed Peter's hand instead and proceeded to drag him down the hall. A few of their classmates snickered but she ignored them in her search for a nice, quiet corner or an empty classroom so that the rest of their conversation would remain private.
“This way,” she directed him. “It's better if no one overhears.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 7:17 am
”Pft, I’m not stupid,” he rolled his eyes, trying to shrug off Haven’s menacing presence. For a girl, she wasn’t exactly the dainty, quiet sort — not that he expected that of girls, but come on… she was kind of a bully.
And sure enough, before he could even comment on how he was definitely not stupid, she had him by his hand, leaving him to sputter in surprise and left him with no choice but to be dragged along behind her.
“H-hey, be careful!! Ouch, Haven, stop it, you’re hurting me,” he whined but much quieter than he would have if he really wanted the attention of others. Right now he was simply scared for his life and hoped that she wasn’t going to, like, flush his head down the toilet or something.
Especially since that was highly unsanitary and gross.
“What do you want??” he finally yanked his hand away from her when it seemed as though no one was around, not wanting to let her get any farther. He backed up a couple steps, which only once again cornered him against the lockers. If anyone could make him feel small and helpless, it was Haven.
Peter wasn’t that great with people in the first place, but one would think that she would be on his side since they kinda grew up together. Instead she was his biggest rival — which only made things worse, and more lonely. “Just… tell me what you want,” he conceded, ignoring the way his voice cracked and hoping Haven would do the same.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 4:06 pm
“You are such a baby,” Haven said. “Don't act like I'm going to bully you into taking your lunch money. I just want to talk in private.”
She folded her arms back across her chest when Peter yanked his hand away and they came to a stop along another hallway (thankfully free of other students) and stood there with her feet slightly apart, one foot tapping impatiently like she was waiting for him to say something or comply with some demand that she hadn't even made yet.
Really she was embarrassed, although she told herself she shouldn't be. It galled her to have to come to Peter for help, though, but after a lot of careful thinking she'd known it was her only choice. It wasn't like she had very many friends. Okay, well, there was Millie, who she figured was friend enough, but as Haven hadn't been able to find her she was left with few other options. She certainly wasn't of a mind to ask one of their other female classmates, particularly since most of them weren't all that nice to her for one reason or another.
Besides, she knew Peter had what she needed; there wasn't any guarantee that the others would.
She also knew Peter wouldn't talk.
Just to make sure, she stared him down again with a very serious look in her eye as she began, “I know you carry around stuff for boy scouts, and I know everyone would make fun of you if they knew so you'd better not go around telling anyone I talked to you about this.”
Haven paused, took a deep breath, and mumbled, “... I need a tampon...” while her expression got stuck somewhere between fury and mortification.
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