I got dressed and took Peggy downstairs to breakfast where Dad was making French toast.
“David, make the filling,” Dad said.
Mary Dole had emailed me a new recipe for a stuffed French toast. The filling was made with cream cheese, chopped pecans, cinnamon and maple syrup. Dad was making the jumbo-sized French toast with Texas toast. I heated the cream cheese in the microwave and then mixed everything together. I then spread the mixture on one piece of French toast and then stacked another on top. I put on a pat of butter and sprinkled powdered sugar on top.
Peggy got the first one.
“Ughhh, this is sooo good. I’m going to get sooo fat hanging around you,” she complained.
“Cut it in half and all the calories fall out,” my mom told her.
Peggy and I laughed. Breakfast was almost over when Peggy gave me a pissed look.
“I just realized something! You took me telling you we weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend too well.”
Dad looked at me and started laughing; I must have had a confused look on my face. Peggy had gotten exactly what she wanted. I couldn’t imagine a better outcome for this morning, and now she was pissed I hadn’t fought it?
“Peggy, think about what you just said,” my mom said, as she came to my rescue.
“He might have at least acted unhappy I was breaking up with him,” she huffed.
“I can make him cry, if you want,” Mom offered.
“Are you going to let her do that to me?” I asked my Dad.
“I’m sure if she makes you cry, you must have deserved it,” he offered me as if he was giving me sage advice.
“Okay, fine. Give me a second,” I said.
I went to the spice rack and turned away from everyone. I put a little cayenne pepper in my eyes and when I turned around, I had tears running down my face.
“Peggy, please. Say it isn’t so,” I said and sniffed. “I thought we were meant to be together forever.” I shuddered. “You’re my everything, my one and only. I don’t know what I’ll do if you’re not my girlfriend!”
I looked down, then back up, and smiled at her.
“Better?” I asked.
“Better, much better!” Peggy said.
“Those acting classes are good,” Mom teased me. “Next time, though, I want to really make you cry.”
“DAAAaaad!"
I gave up and took Peggy to school before Mom could make good on her threat.
COACH DIAMOND SENT me to see the trainers as soon as I got to PE. I was in good shape. Paige did my chart.
“How’s Ed?” I asked.
“He’s done for the season. Ed’s collarbone’s broken. He thinks he’s letting the team down,” Paige told me.
Wolf finished up and left, leaving Paige and me all alone.
“Want a massage?” Paige asked.
I didn’t really need one, but I always felt better after, so I took my shirt off and started to get on the table.
“Shorts too,” Paige suggested.
She was being a dirty little girl, which I was totally on board with. I dropped my shorts and let her get an eyeful before lying face down on the table. Paige opened a container that stunk a little like Vicks. It was a blue gel that when she first put it on felt cool, but as she rubbed it in it heated up. I felt my muscles loosen up as I became a wet noodle.
Paige got playful and played with my butt.
“Spread your legs,” she whispered.
She got another big dollop of blue gel and let it run into my butt-crack. She then pushed her fingers between my cheeks and slid all the way down until she cupped my balls. I was shocked she did this at school.
My sexy thoughts came to an abrupt halt. It felt like someone had taken a lighted blowtorch and shoved it up my ass. I stiffened as it took my breath away. Paige could tell something was wrong.
“David ... David, are you okay?” she asked.
That was when the twins announced ‘Red Alert!’ I curled up into a fetal position and tried to take a breath. Holy crap! I fell off the table, and now my left side hurt. I’m not sure if it was me or Paige who screamed. The other trainers, Jill and Becky, came running out of their offices to see me writhing in pain. Paige was no help as she ran out of the room.
“David, what’s wrong?” Becky asked.
“Blue goop ... balls,” I gasped out.
Jill looked at the container and burst out laughing. She showed it to Becky. They thought it was hilarious. Becky got an ice bag, filled it up, and handed it to me. I put it on the twins. Luckily, my butt had gone numb.
“The burning sensation should go away shortly,” Becky advised me.
“How did you get it on your balls?” Jill asked.
I just ignored them. My balls did start to go numb. Paige finally came back in to find Jill examining my ball-sack, which was an angry red.
“Is he okay?” Paige asked.
“He’ll live. He just has a little irritation.” Jill turned back to me. “I’d suggest you don’t put on anything too confining. You might want to wear sweats the rest of the day,” she advised.
I WAS WALKING TO LUNCH when I saw Pam Bell. She dropped her pencil, and the neck on her t-shirt gaped as she bent over. I could see all the way to her navel, and she was wearing a sexy bra. Ever get aroused in sweats with no underwear? Pam caught a glimpse of her effect on me before I was able to cover up. She just acted like nothing had happened. The little tease made me want to do bad things right there in the hall!
It took me a while before I could go to lunch. I was going to have to live with being half hard for now, since I couldn’t convince Mr. Happy that Pam wasn’t going to play with him. It was the curse of being a teenager and full of hormones.
I ran to the locker room and put my boxers and pants back on. The effect of the evil blue goop was no longer present.
I was the last one to our table and found the girls were debating which show had hotter guys. I guess there was a werewolf show, too. It was amazing how quickly that conversation helped me solve my problem with Mr. Happy. Then Emma decided to tease me.
“I heard a rumor you were a bad boy when you spent the night down south,” she said referring to our away game where we spent the night in the hotel suite.
“You might want to stop right there,” I warned her.
I didn’t know if she was fishing, or if someone had talked.
“What did David do?” asked Piper.
“Look, I know you two. If Emma knows something, you know it. You’re both playing with fire, and you’re about to get burnt,” I warned more sternly.
I almost laughed when they gave me their perfect angelic faces. Emma started to say something more when I jumped up from my seat. She squealed and took off. Piper froze as I gave her a stern look. I took off after Emma, who was apparently smarter than I was. She ran behind Mr. Dutton, who’d drawn the short straw today.
I looked over at Piper, the other girls were gathered around her, and she was telling them. Frick! I needed to find Peggy, and now, or I wasn’t going to be dating her by the end of the day. I looked at Emma and just shook my head.
“Friends don’t treat friends like that,” I said, and walked out of the lunchroom.
I found Peggy in French class, and her teacher let her talk to me in the hall.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Remember when you said if I ever embarrassed you, we were through?”
She gave me a hard look.
“I am sorry, but you’re going to hear things that won’t be pleasant,” I said.
“Just tell me.”
I told her what had happened at the away game. She bit her lower lip and looked like she was going to cry.
“David, right now I’m not very happy with you. I need to think about this,” she said, and she turned and went back into French.
BY THE END OF SCHOOL, the rumor mill was going full force. The good news was none of the rumors knew who was involved. There were some guesses that were good. I had an idea who the leak was when I heard Sammie had dumped Jeff. It was confirmed when I saw him at practice. I went up to him and asked a simple question.