Head Squad: Emergency Intervention

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Corey was coasting through the last semester of his senior year at Durand High, thinking he might just make it all the way to graduation without anybody noticing him. But one morning, as he was at his locker, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Daya Hasni smiling at him. She was a super-smart, very ambitious girl who seemed to be on every club and committee in the universe. “Corey Dietz? Follow me.” She beckoned with her finger and walked off down the hall.Corey shouldered his backpack, shut his locker, and ran to catch up with Daya. “Um. Where are we going?”Daya looked over her shoulder. “Not far.” And it was true. She stopped halfway down the corridor at her own locker. “This is the last prize I have to give out. I’m glad I saw you this morning.” She fished in a plastic bag and handed Corey a tiny notebook with a black, fake leather cover.“What is this for?” Corey asked, mystified.“Miss Flak told us that guys used to carry these to keep the numbers of all the hot girls they knew. You know, before phones.” Miss Flak was the English Composition teacher and long-time yearbook advisor. She had been a teacher at Durand since Corey’s parents had attended. Daya smiled. “Open it!”Inside the front cover was a small label where Daya had neatly printed the following:COREY DIETZGUY MOST LIKELY TO STAY SINGLECLASS OF 2021Corey felt his whole body go hot, then cold. He stared at the words for a moment, then looked up at Daya. “Can I tell you something? Just between you and me?”Daya’s smile faded. “Oh! Okay…”“Some of us,” Corey started, haltingly, “have a lot of fear inside. Of rejection. Of being laughed at. Of making a fool of ourselves in front of somebody we like.” He paused. “There’s only one name and number I would want to put in this book. And she is so far out of my league, it’s like she’s on another planet. If I ever said anything to her, I would Anadolu Yakası Escort get shot down in, like, two seconds.”Daya’s eyes were wide. “Corey! Whoever it is, you have to tell her. What if she actually likes you?”Corey looked sad. “So, you want me to go up to the most beautiful girl in the whole fucking school and tell her I’ve been having wet dreams about her for four years. Yeah. That will work.” He put the little black book in his hip pocket, thanked Daya, and walked away.Daya watched him thoughtfully, then grabbed her phone. She might be late for her first class, but she had an important text to send.It was impossible for Corey to concentrate on anything for the rest of the day. All of his classes seemed completely pointless. At lunch, he didn’t know or care what he was eating. Most Likely to Stay Single. That’s what his classmates thought of him. Nice. As he dissected a starfish during his afternoon biology lab, he found himself wondering if he could break into his Dad’s gun safe. Maybe he could leave a note in the little black book. But who would read it?After the last bell, he got in line to board the bus, eyes down, oblivious to everyone and everything; until he was suddenly aware that somebody was standing on either side of him. On his left was Tisha Phillips, “Tish” for short, with her deep brown skin, kinky black hair, swimmer’s physique, and blinding white smile. On his right was Tish’s best friend, Aisling Duffey, petite and slim, with flaming shoulder-length hair, a cute little nose, and strategically-placed freckles. Since they were inseparable, they were inevitably known to the whole school as “Tish & Ash.”“You’re not takin’ the bus today, Corey,” Tish said cheerfully. “We are kidnapping your ass.” Each girl took one of Corey’s hands, and they led him out of line and across the driveway to the student Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan parking lot.Although Corey did not particularly care what happened to him, he was a little curious. “Where are we going?” he asked, for the second time that day. “Someplace good,” Ash answered as they got in Tish’s familiar old Saturn sedan, white with one black door, the outside mirror on the passenger side dangling from a cable. Corey and Ash were in the back seat, with Tish driving. She took a speed bump about twice as fast as anybody else would, and Corey could swear he heard something fall off the bottom of the car.Ash lit a pinner, took a puff, and offered it to Corey. After a quick toke, he gave it back and Ash passed it up to Tish. They were headed west out of town, the engine sounding like it had been run a quart low for a while. “This isn’t the way to my house,” Corey said.“Call your mom and tell her a friend invited you over, and you won’t be home for supper.”Corey pulled out his phone and paused. “My mom knows I don’t have any friends.”Tish glanced in the rear-view mirror and took one last drag from the joint. “Jesus,” she said. “We should have done you a long time ago.”“I’ll tell you everything,” Ash said to Corey. “But first, tell us: who is this be-u-ti-ful bitch you’ve been letching after?”“How…? Wait. Did Daya talk to you?”Ash shook her head impatiently. “It’s our job to know these things. Come on. Tell us. Who is it?”What difference did it make now? Apparently, the whole school knew all about him anyway. “Laura Stanek,” he said sullenly.To Corey’s surprise, this set off gales of laughter from the girls. He was seriously pissed now. “What is so funny about Laura Stanek?” he demanded.“Oh, honey,” said Tish, wiping tears from her eyes with one hand, the other on the wheel. “You want to fuck Laura Stanek, all you need is Escort Anadolu Yakası Venmo.”“Seriously,” Ash chimed in. “She is the biggest whore in school. Wave some fifties and she is on her knees.”“Or drugs. I heard she is into LSD or some shit.”“PCP.”“Whatever. At least it isn’t meth. Be a shame to see those pretty white teeth rot away.” This set off another wave of giggles.“OK,” Ash said finally. “Here’s the deal. Tish and I are the Head Squad. Like superheroes. Kind of. We got to you just in time.” Tish nodded in agreement. “It all started two years ago when my uncle came to me…”“Uncle Big Dick,” Tish interrupted.Ash bopped Tish in the back of the head and the car swerved a little. “Shut the fuck up. So Uncle Dick took me aside….”“Wait,” Corey said. “His real name is Uncle Dick?”“Yes.” Ash glared at him. “You wanna hear this, or not?” Corey apologized, and Ash continued. “So, apparently he was like this loser in high school, lonely and miserable. He’s cool now. Rich, too. But it must have sucked back then. And he said our school needs a hot girl who will look for guys like that and suck them off. He asked me to do it. First, it would be good practice, he said. But most important, it would jack up the dude’s self-esteem. Sort of a good Samaritan thing.“At first, the whole idea was sketchy. But when I thought about it, it kind of made sense. So I started observing the guys nobody paid any attention to. Then I went ahead and did it.” She smiled, remembering. “He was so grateful. And it really was good practice. And I was able to skip all the bullshit dances and crap. At first, it was just me…”“And then she met me,” Tish said. “And I was totally all-in. She needed me. Nobody sucks cock like a Black girl.” The way she said it, it was obvious she considered it the indisputable truth.“The first time we teamed up, the guy insisted on seeing Tish and me in a sixty-nine. He said he couldn’t get it up otherwise. So we said, what the hell? Why not? And it was so nice, we almost forgot to do the guy.”“Mmm,” said Tish, licking her lips. “I like me some Aisling pus-say.”“Shut up.”Corey was trying to take all this in. “So, let me get this straight. You’re taking me somewhere to give me a blowjob?”

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