Misguided Love

I had to set a schedule for myself. Mondays; Sheila, Tuesdays; Yolana, Wednesdays; Sheila, Thursdays and Fridays were Yolana's. I was screwing like mad! At work, Sheila and I had to play that stuff off hard. I did the same thing at school with Yolana. That was cool. I checked the mirror after sex each time. It looked like my mustache was growing. Maybe I wasn’t so ugly like the girls in school used to say. They always said that about the unpopular guys. That was all right though, ‘cause I was gettin’ mine! Later that week I was working the carryout register with Tammy. She started giving me this look like I had done something. So naturally, I asked her what she was up to. “Nothing. You’ve got some nice lips though.” What? I know that wasn’t Ms. you-too-young-for me, giving me a compliment. I wasn’t even goin’ for that bull, so I mumbled a thank you. “If only you were older boy....ungh!” She continued. “Please Tammy, let’s not go through this again o.k.? You know the deal with the kid so don’t even come with that age crap.” “Alright.” She said. “Then meet me in the walk-in freezer in three minutes.” (Well then.) I had to think of a way to get off line without Sheila seeing me. Got it! I purposely unplugged the sundae machine so I could go and fix it. There weren’t any customers so I slid off line. When I got into the walk-in it was freezing! It had to have been twenty degrees Celsius in that mob! I could tell by the army of chill-bumps on my arms. Tammy was standing in the corner with her arms stretched open telling me to hurry up. I rushed over to her and we kissed passionately like we were on The Young and the Restless. It was like we were releasing all that tension from last summer. It only lasted about ten seconds because we were scared and we knew it. Boy, if we got caught I couldn’t even have imagined that. So we broke out of there quick like. She grabbed a bowl of pre-shredded lettuce just to cover up. Tammy was cute, and I wanted to do her little ass, but she never showed much interest after that so.... oh well, her loss. I went back to Sheila and Yolana. It became a game. I would do Yolana in the shower after school, clean it up and do Sheila in the exact same place! Now this was more like it, I thought. My senior year was kickin’! This went on for weeks. Straight on up until December. Man, it got cold. Quick like too. All the leaves had blown away, and we had a couple of inches of snow on the ground. Not much, but enough for Ma to make me shovel it. I reminisced on when I was little how my Dad and I would go out, throw snowballs, build snowmen, and best of all, Mama would make snow cream! Mama would tell us to go out, find the cleanest snow in the yard. Scrape a layer off the top and fill the bowl with the rest. Then she would put some milk, some sugar, and her magic potion in it. Her potion was actually Vanilla Extract. It took me one time to learn that, after my little slick behind drank some straight out the bottle trying to be Merlin! We three would just sit there eating snow cream and laughing while we thawed out. Yep, those were the days. Anyhow, it was time for mid-term exams, and I had maintained a B+ Average. So I dismissed both of my ‘freaks’. Well, actually I asked them for a little time off for educational purposes. I didn’t play when it came to my grades. I knew I had to study, and I had to do it without interruptions. Ma helped me too. She’d pass by me in the house with little questions to quiz me. “Baby, what’s the Pythagorean Theory?” “A squared plus B squared equals C squared, Mama.” “Good boy.” she’d say, and I would sigh. Ma liked to drill me like that. Her questions weren’t that hard because they came from her old tests. “I before e except when?” “After c.” “Second President of the U.S.?” “John Adams.” Damn I hated History. Half of what we were taught wasn’t even true anyhow. Christopher Columbus didn’t discover jack but somebody’s back yard! How the hell do you walk in somebody’s house and say “I know y’all live here, but we gonna act like that aint real ok?” Abraham Lincoln, that’s another one. Oh he was good. Yeah, I'm gonna free the slaves but they get no rights or property. Like there was a Slave-union! Stupid ass! And what about Thomas Edison? Sure you made the bulb flash, but did you sustain it so somebody could see at nightime? Hell naw! A brother did that too! Man, don’t even get me started. “Square root of 169, baby?” “13, Ma.” “Year of the automobile?” “Ma?” “What’s a metaphor?” “Ma!” “How many sides to a decagon?” “Ma!!!” “Well I was just trying to help you baby, you don’t have to yell.” “Thanks Ma. I love you.”