Failte - The Girl For Me -brat,drag.pdf - 04-30-11-15 - jessab

THE

FOR ME

By Failte

Straight jockboy Kevin thinks he has gay, cross-dressing

Danny under his thumb. Kevin only likes girls.

So . why does he keep thinking about her?

Or him.

Whatever.

CHAPTER 1

MEETING HER

This really wasn't Kevin's kind of party. Too many goths, too many emo-boys,

too many drugs. He'd only come because his current girlfriend Angela had

talked him into it, and as soon as they'd arrived, she'd headed for the liquor

table and the pool, in that order. The last he'd seen of her, she was flashing

her cleavage at the old man who owned the house - one of her uncles, she'd

said. Girls. Oh, Kevin loved girls, for sure, but sometimes they really were just

too Barbie-doll to take. Let alone take seriously. Of course, he dated only

cheer-leaders. For football players, it was like a rule.

And he knew he wouldn't have much fun anyway, since he couldn't drink, or

get stoned, or even stay up late. As a starting Senior fullback on the football

team, with practice early every morning, there was just no way. The new coach

was a strict bastard, intent on making a name for himself at the most

expensive private school in New Hampshire. Kevin had seen that on the man's

first day. He could tell things like that about people. So one slip and he'd be cut

from the team. Well, that just wasn't gonna happen. Kevin's only hope was

football – he didn't have the grades for college and he knew it. He only barely

had the grades to stay in the football program – a fact that worried him

greatly. So he was winding his way out, to hell with this.

It was in the living-room – the front door finally in sight – that he saw her. Now

there was a girl who wasn't a Barbie... she wasn't stunning, she wasn't a babe,

she wasn't even in fashion. But he couldn't tear his eyes off of her. Which was

odd, because she didn't have much boob, she didn't have much butt, she

didn't have much of anything really, this brunette girl in the mini-skirt. She did

have nice legs, though. Her face... was pretty enough – he couldn't really make

out her eyes at that distance, but they were nicely sized for her somewhat

angular tom-boy features. It was her smile that got to him as she flirted with

some emo-kid in the corner by the couch. And the way she carried herself.

Girly, yeah, but... tough, somehow. Like she didn't give a shit what you

thought. Like she wasn't putting on a show. Like she was really herself. Kevin

stared. You don't see many people like that in St. Augustine's Academy...

Also, she seemed familiar, somehow...

Someone called out to her - "Dani!" - and as she turned to see who was calling

her name her eyes met his. Normally Kevin would have looked away – he'd

certainly had time. But he just couldn't. She was that striking to him. Even the

way she turned her head, moved her eyes, held her drink... everything about

this chick was fascinating. Her eyes met his eyes for just a split second before

she continued looking for whoever wanted her. There seemed to be a flicker

or fear or something in that look. That was strange, Kevin didn't even know

this girl so why – and then Kevin realized who she was.

Oh my god! That's HIM! That's him in drag! The kid's a faggot!

The second-string quarter-back on the team. A junior. "Daniel" - Dani - was a

new kid from somewhere down in Texas. No one really knew him very well,

and he didn't seem to be in a big hurry to fit in, either. Yeah, well, no wonder .

Maybe the public schools had lots of fags, but not St. Augustine's... no way.

Kiss of death, that was. Daniel was usually late to practice because of his AP

class, Kevin remembered, so the coach reluctantly put up with it. AP class.

Advanced Placement. Kevin didn't know what kind of AP class it was, but it

didn't really matter. Kevin shared the distrust most slackers held for National

Honor Society nerds. So little Danny is a fag, eh?

Oh, this was too good to pass up... This could be fun. He strode up to her and

her boyfriend, he supposed, in the corner, without really knowing what he had

in mind. She really did look good in drag. Amazing. That would make it even

better.

"Hey, Dani" he said casually, but with an evil look in his eye.

Her face flushed, but but she remained remarkably calm.

"Kevin!" she said, as if he were an old friend, "Justin, this is Kevin, Kevin, Justin.

Uh, could you excuse us a minute?" she said to Justin, "I need to talk to Kevin.

School stuff. 'Kay?" Kevin was actually impressed she could handle herself –

himself – so smoothly, and then a little shocked when she – he – took his hand

and led him outside.

"Okay, fine. So you caught me" Daniel said, dropping his voice back down to

normal. It wasn't much of a drop, but it was noticeable. "What's it gonna be,

Kev. A scene, or blackmail? Let's get it over with."

"Actually, I hadn't really made up my mind on that yet, 'Dani'. But I gotta say,

you do look pretty good in a mini-skirt. Not bad at all" he chuckled meanly.

"That your boyfriend in there? Justin, was it?"

"No, he's not – Look, it's none of your business anyway. What are you even

doing here? This isn't exactly a jock party. And these are all public-school kids. I

thought all you Saints were supposed to turn up your noses at those."

"We do. I got roped into it. Girlfriend thing. I guess you wouldn't know how

that is, though..."

"Very funny. All right, so what do you want? And I swear to god, if you say

'blow job', we're gonna go 'round right here. And you may win, but then you

can explain to everyone why you were fighting with your boyfriend. How's that

sound?"

"Jesus, Dani – calm down. I'm not that bad, for fuck's sake." Kevin was a little

taken aback by Dani's matter-of-factness about it. She had a point about the

"boyfriend" thing, though. If he were to make a scene out of the fact that she

was a boy, she could just as easily make it out to look like they were

"involved". She was a clever girl, all right. So that was out. However... there

was still some traction he could get out of this...

"As a matter of fact," he said, "how about this: I'll keep your secret if you help

me with my homework. I hear you're a brain. There. That wasn't so bad, was

it?"

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