This choice: Shawna Sullivan, the best friend of your crush. • Go Back...Chapter #14Shawna Sullivan, the best friend of your crush. by: Wassel   "Shawna," he grinned, in that way that only your best friend could.
"Shawna? As in Shawna Sullivan?" you asked. Being more than a little surprised by this.
"Yep. That's right. Allison's best friend."
The Allison in question being Allison Lowry, a girl at school who you'd been infatuated with for years. Being so cute and funny, and with a smoking hot body. A girl that you'd give your right arm to date, given half a chance.
Shawna however was an entirely different story. Being hot, yes (though not quite as hot in your eyes as Allison was). Small and petite with dark red hair and freckles, as well as a exceptionally hefty chest. This being her most defining attribute and presumably what had turned her into the vain, self entitled person that she was. Being pretty much complete opposite of her friend. Seeing how Allison was always so friendly and sweet, which was one of the reasons that you liked her so much. Shawna in comparison seemed way more shallow and wasn't really someone you'd had much to do with at all. Getting the distinct impression that she thought she was too good for the likes of you. So hearing that she'd been involved in the exact same accident that you had, made you a little unsure of how exactly you should feel. Especially after Randall explained that like you, she had come out of it with little more than a "little bump on the head like you did."
Yeah, right, you thought, Like ...'I did'. Seriously doubting that it was in any way the same. After all, what are the chances that she got her head drilled open too? Though if she had, you imagined it might actually do her some good. Chuckling a little at the thought.
"At least that's what Danny told me."
"Well there you go," you shrugged. "Small world I guess."
Randall wasn't quite done however. Adding, "Maybe this'll finally give you a reason to go talk to Allison. You know, share your sympathies and shit."
"Sympathies?" you chortled (Randall forever thinking up reasons for you to approach your crush). "You just said that she only got a bump on the head."
"And so did you. You can... I dunno, compare scars or something," he suggested. "All I know is it gives you a reason to stop pinning over Allison and actually freaking talk to her for once." Having been much too nervous and self conscious to do so up till now. Other than the odd conversation you'd have in class or while passing in the corridor. Fearing that she'd laugh in your face if you actually attempted to ask her out. What with you and Randall hardly moving in the same social circles that she did. Allison being much more popular and rightly so.
Retorting to this suggestion with, "Yeah, talk about Shawna. Who I'm sure pretty much hates me. She's always giving me the stink eye."
"She gives everyone the stink eye," Randall laughed. "I mean, sure she's pretty and everything and I'd give anything to motorboat those big tits of hers, but she's so up her own ass its unreal."
"Yeah. I dunno why Allison hangs out with her," you agreed. "They're nothing alike. Allison is so sweet and funny and..."
"Alright, lover boy. Calm down. The last thing I need is you whipping your dick out and to start jerking off over her."
"Fuck you!" you laughed. Giving him a playful little push. Randall forever making fun of you for your crush. As well as the fact that you never did anything about it.
This soon devolving into you reminding him about his own track record with girls and how he was even worse at talking to them than you were. Seeing how all of his attempts usually ended up with him getting slapped in the face or called a perv. Tactful seemingly not being a word that was in your best friend's vocabulary.
Still, despite it being Shawna that was also involved in the car accident, it was still interesting to hear. And who knows, maybe you could figure out a way to wrangle this into conversation with Allison. Just so long as her best friend wasn't actually around. The thought of her snickering derisively to her about you behind your back being almost as off putting a thought as Allison flat out turning you down. The fact that she was so hot herself (and busty) only making it worse. Lamenting the fact that here you were, two guys about to start their junior year of high school and you hadn't gotten anywhere yet with an actual girl. Seriously doubting that possessing a part of someone else's brain was going to help much with that. Even if it used to belong to a guy who got loads of chicks. Though a part of you really wished it would.
* * * *
After this, the last week of the summer shot by pretty fast and before you knew it you were back in school. Reluctantly awaiting the start of your junior year. Which, other than a few new classes, began in much the same way that your sophomore did. Pretty lame to be honest. Having to field the odd question about the accident during your first two classes, but it seemed that most people didn't really care. Having to wait until recess instead, which was when things finally started looking up. Finally catching sight of Allison Lowry as she sauntered down the hallway in a tight tank top and breezy little skirt. Her long, golden blonde hair cascading beautifully around her shoulders. Flanked, as always by Shawna. Who's much shorter frame was clad in a blue, cleavage enhancing top that clung tightly to her large bust. Jiggling noticeably with each and every step. One hand fiddling with her wavy red mane while she chewed on a piece of gum and gave off an air of 'look how hot I am' to everyone who passed her.
"Hey, Look!" Randall prodded you as he noticed the two of them approaching. "There she is. Now's your chance to go talk to her." Referring of course to your discussion several days before.
"No way!" you told him. "Not with Shawna there."
"But it's the perfect time. Just go over there and ask her about the accident. Make some joke about how you both got hit on the head and that'll finally give you an in to talk with Allison. Trust me."
You weren't quite so convinced though. Pretty sure if you did, Shawna would just blank you. Or you'd make an ass out of yourself somehow. "I dunno..." Watching as the two of them stopped to talk to another couple of girls and Allison began giggling away in the cutest of manners. It seeming insane that someone so hot could actually seem that friendly and down to earth. Unlike her friend. Who you ended up inadvertently making eye contact with. Panicking then, not only at the fact she'd actually caught you staring (and would probably think you a creep), but at the fact that something else felt off. Something you couldn't quite quantify. As if there was a strange sort of buzzing in your brain, mixed with a overwhelming feeling of disdain. Ugh... What is he staring at?
Whoa! you thought to yourself. Having no idea where that came from. As if words had suddenly come from somewhere else. What the hell?
Not that you were given time to dwell on it. Being quickly snapped out of it by your friend. "Yo. Tim?... Dude? Are you even listening to me?" Though not before you noticed that Shawna, for just a brief moment, seemed equally rattled by something. Pulling her green eyes away from you and turning back towards her friends. The buzzing in your head completely vanishing once she did.
"So-sorry," you apologized. Looking again towards Randall. "What... What were you saying?"
"It doesn't matter," he sighed. "Looks like you've missed your chance anyway." Watching then as Allison and her friends walked back the way they came. Noticing as they did, Shawna giving you one last little glance over her shoulder. Wearing a slightly perplexed expression on her face. Not that Randall seemed to notice. His eyes being currently focused on something else.
"You know, as hot as Allison is, I still think I'd much rather bone Shawna. And not just cause she's got huge tits either. I mean... just look at that ass!" Your friend being right, Shawna sure did have a nice big booty. Which the tight shorts she was wearing were clearly designed to show off. Bobbing magnificently as she went.
"Yeah..." you halfheartedly agreed. Your brain still very much dwelling on what had just happened. Like you and Shawna had just had some weird sort of connection. That for a brief moment, you'd actually been able to hear what she was thinking...
Jesus! I must be going nuts, you told yourself. Knowing full well that something like that wasn't in the least bit possible. Having obviously been imagining things. Or at least, you'd put those words into your head yourself. It not exactly taking a brain surgeon to know what Shawna would be thinking when she saw you staring at her after all. Figuring that it merely had to be a coincidence that she turned back round.
So, laughing this rather ridiculous idea off, you headed off towards third period with Randall. Not seeing either Allison or Shawna again til lunchtime. Where, strangely enough, you did indeed experience this same feeling once more. Your eyes meeting briefly across the cafeteria just as you sat down. Almost as if she was deliberately seeking you out.
Being interrupted once again by the laughter of your friend. Who misinterpreted your focus on Shawna as pining over your crush once more and began making fun. In which time the two of them had disappeared and the accompanying feeling had once again left you. Having a much harder time chalking it up to coincidence this time though. Spending like the next hour trying to figure out exactly what it meant. Why you were suddenly getting to so hung up on a girl that, although pretty and with a huge rack, you'd never shown the least bit of interest in before. Other than hoping that she didn't say mean things about you to her friend. Missing out on pretty much everything you were being told in Algebra because of this. Your mind being entirely somewhere else...
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