Tales From Everblue High (m/f) - Part 4 Added [4/30/23]
Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2023 11:31 pm
Hey there, whoever's reading this.
I've decided to write this as a sort of online diary about my life. I've gotten too lazy to physically write things with a pencil in my actual diary years ago.
Oh right, I should introduce myself.
My name's Christopher. But everyone calls me Chris. I attend Everblue High School, where I'm currently a Junior.
The story I wanted to tell you happened yesterday. But I should probably tell you a little background information, I'll probably dump some more information onto you later.
Everblue High School is located, well, in Everblue. It's a large city located right next to the ocean. Our school colors are navy blue and light blue. And our mascot is the shark.
Anyways, the story's about a girl in my class. She's also a Junior, and her name is Miranda Lawrence.
She's not just "a girl" though, she's literally the star student in all of Everblue High history.
She's got outstanding grades, a whopping 4.8 GPA. The school's going to run out of AP classes to give her pretty soon.
She's a star athlete. Part of the Girl's Varsity Soccer, Volleyball, and Track & Field Teams. She took Everblue to the NFHS finals for all 3 teams.
She's also got an amazing figure and personality. She's already gotten modeling offers from numerous agencies.
Oh yeah, just to add the cherry on top, her family's also SUPER rich.
You probably get my point. She's got perfect points across the board for anything and everything.
Not surprisingly, this also makes her super popular. If you gathered any random 3 boys in this school and asked them "Did you ask out Miranda at any point in your high school career?" 1 of them would say yes and the other 2 would say they liked her but were too afraid to ask.
Which was perfectly understandable. Miranda has not accepted even one confession. Even from some of the most popular boys in school.
So what are their chances?
I believe her record of "most confessions received and rejected in one day" is 19. That's like 3 in each period!
And she rejected Jackson Miller during that day! Jackson Miller! Who rejects Jackson Miller?!
So, where do I stand? Well, I have a 3.7 GPA. I'm in the E-Sports team, if you even count that as a sport. Oh, I'm also in Band. I look, alright, I guess? And my family is middle-classed.
Alright, no more information. Let me tell you the story.
Part 1: Gym Class
Everblue High has a traditional 6 period bell schedule. I share 2 class periods with Miranda: AP Physics and Gym.
AP Physics because that's what I plan on majoring.
And Gym because I don't take any sports.
But wait, why is Miranda, the star athlete, in Gym class?
Well, our school mandates at least 1 semester's worth of credits in Gym to graduate. Sports cannot substitute this, only after this semester is over can anyone replace Gym with sports.
Most students just take it Freshman year, but Miranda decided to save it for her Junior year.
Why?
I don't know, to be honest. Maybe she wanted to use this time to focus on her 5 AP classes she took this year, without having sports take up too much time?
Anyways, we both share Gym class 6th period. The last period of the day before school is dismissed. So, we're the period that has to put all the gym equipment back.
There's nothing much to put back, usually just a large bag of sports balls and occasionally a volleyball net. It's so little that the Gym teacher usually just picks two students at random to put the stuff back into the shed while everyone else changes out of their sweaty gym clothes.
Yesterday, Miranda and I were selected to go put away the gym equipment. I took the ball bag, Miranda took the volleyball net.
I opened the shed door and entered, with Miranda behind me. My heart was beating out of my chest. I was alone with the most sought-after girl in Everblue, might as well take my chance.
I plopped the bag down and turned around to face Miranda. The sun was shining through the shed's small window onto her. As if Heaven itself acknowledged her beauty.
"Hey, um, Chris?" Miranda asked. "Could you step out of the way so I could put down the net?"
"Oh sure." I replied, my face red. "I just... wanted to ask you... Would you like to go out-"
"No, sorry." Miranda said, before I even finished my sentence. "Now could you move out of the way please? This net is getting heavy."
"Alright." I said, kind of expecting her answer.
I moved out of the way and Miranda went to set the net down. Not needing to wait for her, I walked out of the shed. When suddenly I heard something hitting the floor and Miranda yelling "Ouch!"
I rushed inside to see if she was alright, and found her tangled and tied in the volleyball net.
"Oh, Chris!" Miranda said, relieved. "Could you help me out? I-"
"You slipped on something, the net fell on top of you all tangled and you tried to get out." I replied. "When you did try, you only made the situation worse."
"H-How'd you know?" Miranda asks, stunned. "You didn't set up a trap for me did you?"
"I can tell just by looking at you." I said. "I mean, how could I set up a trap that made the net perfectly tie you up? If anything, I kind of suspect you of doing this to yourself."
Miranda's face turns red and she looks away, unable to make eye contact. I was right, the net perfectly bound her legs together and kept her arms secured to her sides. Her "rack" was also squished by the net.
"Okay, so I got myself into this mess. So be it." Miranda says. "Could you help me out now?"
When she asked that, a cunning idea popped into my head. I took out my phone from my gym shorts pocket.
"W-Why are you taking out your phone?" Miranda asked.
Without answering, I snapped numerous photos of her helpless state.
"H-Hey! Delete those pictures right this instant!" Miranda shouted, desperately trying to untangle herself.
"No can do, Miranda." I reply, a sly grin on my face. "I know a lot of people who'll pay good money for these pics."
But I needed something more. Something "spicier" if you will.
I scanned the shed. I saw some jump ropes and a cloth (used for flag football).
Perfect.
I took two jump ropes and the cloth and approach Miranda.
"W-What are those items for?" Miranda says, panicked. "Stop! Don't come closer!"
Before any further protest comes out of her mouth, I use the cloth as a cleave gag, putting it between her lips and tying it behind her head.
A few muffled moans escape her mouth.
I begin to untangle her, and I'll be honest, it took me a while. When I did, I grabbed her wrists and tied them behind her back using a jump rope. I then tied her ankles.
"Smile for the camera!" I say, taking more pictures.
"Mmpph..." Miranda weakly moans into her gag.
She'd used too much energy trying to untangle herself. And in the hot and stuffy shed, she'd quickly lost the little energy she had left.
After taking enough pictures to make me a millionaire, I check up on Miranda.
She's lying on her side. Her hair's all messed up from rolling around on the floor. She's sweating like crazy. And the cloth I used to gag her with is dripping with saliva.
Reality hits me like a dodgeball to the face. I worry that I may have overdone it. Or worse, if she tells her parents about this, wouldn't I be sued?
I sit down and and untie her ankles. I then sit her up and ungag her, and then untie her wrists.
She slumps down into my lap, still panting and taking deep and hoarse breaths in between pauses.
"I'm so sorry Miranda." I apologize frantically. "I've overdone it. I'll delete those pictures. Every last one of them."
I remember breaking down in front of her. Tears were streaming down my face.
The only thought that was in my head at that moment was: "I screwed up"
Suddenly, Miranda reached up and touches my face, wiping away the tears.
"It's alright." Miranda says. "You're forgiven."
I look at her, and she smiles.
"I'm going to get water." Miranda says, getting up from my lap.
She walks over to the shed door and opens it, the sun has started to set.
"Oh, Chris?" Miranda says, turning around to look at me.
"Yeah?" I reply, standing up.
"Don't worry." Miranda says. "I won't tell anyone about this, as long as you don't show anyone those pictures."
"Alright." I say, relieved.
"Oh, and also..." Miranda adds. "I've changed my mind, starting tomorrow, Miranda Lawrence is your girlfriend."
I've decided to write this as a sort of online diary about my life. I've gotten too lazy to physically write things with a pencil in my actual diary years ago.
Oh right, I should introduce myself.
My name's Christopher. But everyone calls me Chris. I attend Everblue High School, where I'm currently a Junior.
The story I wanted to tell you happened yesterday. But I should probably tell you a little background information, I'll probably dump some more information onto you later.
Everblue High School is located, well, in Everblue. It's a large city located right next to the ocean. Our school colors are navy blue and light blue. And our mascot is the shark.
Anyways, the story's about a girl in my class. She's also a Junior, and her name is Miranda Lawrence.
She's not just "a girl" though, she's literally the star student in all of Everblue High history.
She's got outstanding grades, a whopping 4.8 GPA. The school's going to run out of AP classes to give her pretty soon.
She's a star athlete. Part of the Girl's Varsity Soccer, Volleyball, and Track & Field Teams. She took Everblue to the NFHS finals for all 3 teams.
She's also got an amazing figure and personality. She's already gotten modeling offers from numerous agencies.
Oh yeah, just to add the cherry on top, her family's also SUPER rich.
You probably get my point. She's got perfect points across the board for anything and everything.
Not surprisingly, this also makes her super popular. If you gathered any random 3 boys in this school and asked them "Did you ask out Miranda at any point in your high school career?" 1 of them would say yes and the other 2 would say they liked her but were too afraid to ask.
Which was perfectly understandable. Miranda has not accepted even one confession. Even from some of the most popular boys in school.
So what are their chances?
I believe her record of "most confessions received and rejected in one day" is 19. That's like 3 in each period!
And she rejected Jackson Miller during that day! Jackson Miller! Who rejects Jackson Miller?!
So, where do I stand? Well, I have a 3.7 GPA. I'm in the E-Sports team, if you even count that as a sport. Oh, I'm also in Band. I look, alright, I guess? And my family is middle-classed.
Alright, no more information. Let me tell you the story.
Part 1: Gym Class
Everblue High has a traditional 6 period bell schedule. I share 2 class periods with Miranda: AP Physics and Gym.
AP Physics because that's what I plan on majoring.
And Gym because I don't take any sports.
But wait, why is Miranda, the star athlete, in Gym class?
Well, our school mandates at least 1 semester's worth of credits in Gym to graduate. Sports cannot substitute this, only after this semester is over can anyone replace Gym with sports.
Most students just take it Freshman year, but Miranda decided to save it for her Junior year.
Why?
I don't know, to be honest. Maybe she wanted to use this time to focus on her 5 AP classes she took this year, without having sports take up too much time?
Anyways, we both share Gym class 6th period. The last period of the day before school is dismissed. So, we're the period that has to put all the gym equipment back.
There's nothing much to put back, usually just a large bag of sports balls and occasionally a volleyball net. It's so little that the Gym teacher usually just picks two students at random to put the stuff back into the shed while everyone else changes out of their sweaty gym clothes.
Yesterday, Miranda and I were selected to go put away the gym equipment. I took the ball bag, Miranda took the volleyball net.
I opened the shed door and entered, with Miranda behind me. My heart was beating out of my chest. I was alone with the most sought-after girl in Everblue, might as well take my chance.
I plopped the bag down and turned around to face Miranda. The sun was shining through the shed's small window onto her. As if Heaven itself acknowledged her beauty.
"Hey, um, Chris?" Miranda asked. "Could you step out of the way so I could put down the net?"
"Oh sure." I replied, my face red. "I just... wanted to ask you... Would you like to go out-"
"No, sorry." Miranda said, before I even finished my sentence. "Now could you move out of the way please? This net is getting heavy."
"Alright." I said, kind of expecting her answer.
I moved out of the way and Miranda went to set the net down. Not needing to wait for her, I walked out of the shed. When suddenly I heard something hitting the floor and Miranda yelling "Ouch!"
I rushed inside to see if she was alright, and found her tangled and tied in the volleyball net.
"Oh, Chris!" Miranda said, relieved. "Could you help me out? I-"
"You slipped on something, the net fell on top of you all tangled and you tried to get out." I replied. "When you did try, you only made the situation worse."
"H-How'd you know?" Miranda asks, stunned. "You didn't set up a trap for me did you?"
"I can tell just by looking at you." I said. "I mean, how could I set up a trap that made the net perfectly tie you up? If anything, I kind of suspect you of doing this to yourself."
Miranda's face turns red and she looks away, unable to make eye contact. I was right, the net perfectly bound her legs together and kept her arms secured to her sides. Her "rack" was also squished by the net.
"Okay, so I got myself into this mess. So be it." Miranda says. "Could you help me out now?"
When she asked that, a cunning idea popped into my head. I took out my phone from my gym shorts pocket.
"W-Why are you taking out your phone?" Miranda asked.
Without answering, I snapped numerous photos of her helpless state.
"H-Hey! Delete those pictures right this instant!" Miranda shouted, desperately trying to untangle herself.
"No can do, Miranda." I reply, a sly grin on my face. "I know a lot of people who'll pay good money for these pics."
But I needed something more. Something "spicier" if you will.
I scanned the shed. I saw some jump ropes and a cloth (used for flag football).
Perfect.
I took two jump ropes and the cloth and approach Miranda.
"W-What are those items for?" Miranda says, panicked. "Stop! Don't come closer!"
Before any further protest comes out of her mouth, I use the cloth as a cleave gag, putting it between her lips and tying it behind her head.
A few muffled moans escape her mouth.
I begin to untangle her, and I'll be honest, it took me a while. When I did, I grabbed her wrists and tied them behind her back using a jump rope. I then tied her ankles.
"Smile for the camera!" I say, taking more pictures.
"Mmpph..." Miranda weakly moans into her gag.
She'd used too much energy trying to untangle herself. And in the hot and stuffy shed, she'd quickly lost the little energy she had left.
After taking enough pictures to make me a millionaire, I check up on Miranda.
She's lying on her side. Her hair's all messed up from rolling around on the floor. She's sweating like crazy. And the cloth I used to gag her with is dripping with saliva.
Reality hits me like a dodgeball to the face. I worry that I may have overdone it. Or worse, if she tells her parents about this, wouldn't I be sued?
I sit down and and untie her ankles. I then sit her up and ungag her, and then untie her wrists.
She slumps down into my lap, still panting and taking deep and hoarse breaths in between pauses.
"I'm so sorry Miranda." I apologize frantically. "I've overdone it. I'll delete those pictures. Every last one of them."
I remember breaking down in front of her. Tears were streaming down my face.
The only thought that was in my head at that moment was: "I screwed up"
Suddenly, Miranda reached up and touches my face, wiping away the tears.
"It's alright." Miranda says. "You're forgiven."
I look at her, and she smiles.
"I'm going to get water." Miranda says, getting up from my lap.
She walks over to the shed door and opens it, the sun has started to set.
"Oh, Chris?" Miranda says, turning around to look at me.
"Yeah?" I reply, standing up.
"Don't worry." Miranda says. "I won't tell anyone about this, as long as you don't show anyone those pictures."
"Alright." I say, relieved.
"Oh, and also..." Miranda adds. "I've changed my mind, starting tomorrow, Miranda Lawrence is your girlfriend."