Thread: Spurned Love (HotTexasCowboy x Loneiysong)

Fletcher had been expecting the worst, so he took no notice of the fairly obvious signs he was being played. He accepted her act as gospel, and even the way she swayed past him to return to her table of 'top tier' socialites didn't faze him. With a silly grin on his face, he returned to his table in 'nerd corner', hardly seeing anything in the cafeteria, which consisted of most other students pointing at him and surreptitiously laughing. Robbie stared at him from across the table. I don't know whether you're a sap, or if I should worship you as my god, he declared, not certain himself if Fletcher's success was to be believed. She really said yes? You know, you're going to have to rent a tux. Where you going to get the cash for that? He knew Fletcher's family situation a couple of working class parents who could barely make ends meet, even if they didn't drink up half their wages. Fletcher blinked and shook his head, but couldn't wipe the silly grin off his face. Don't worry, man, I'll make it up. Mr. Saenz said I can work after school cleaning up the animal lab, and I... He shrugged. I can go without lunches for a couple of weeks. Heck, it might even help me to lose a couple of pounds. He didn't mind cleaning up the shit and piss from the animal cages. He had been very dedicated in his biochem research this semester, and spent a lot of time observing the animal groups in the lab, taking samples and analyzing the results. He felt he was making real progress in what would be his senior thesis and the key to getting him an Ivy League scholarship. But that was not occupying his thoughts right now. Did you see the way she played with her tits for me? he wanted to say to his friend. He was certain the way she was flirting with him that she was really interested. Who knows? After a few dances at the prom, maybe she'd want to sit somewhere and make out? Meanwhile, he would keep on feeding her answers in Chemistry, and scrimp his savings to get a tux. He was going to look his best for her on Prom Night. That afternoon after school, Fletcher confirmed with the animal lab teacher that he could pick up some extra money cleaning up the cages. Fletcher made short work of it, and then, with no one left in the lab but him, he spent some time observing the animals. He was particularly interested in the social groupings of mouse colony Delta. Up until two weeks ago, the colony was clearly dominated by mouse MD-55. That male had perfect fur, was the fastest and strongest of the males, and attracted a harem of the most desirable mouse females. The other males had been out-classed and skulked about, hoping to find a cast-off female to mate with while 55 got all the best chicks. Fletcher had taken samples from 55 and compared it to the 'lesser' males of the colony, and believed he had found a surfeit of certain genetic proteins compared to the rest of the males. He had found nearly identical results in other mammal colonies from rats to guinea pigs, to weasels, to hamsters, to cats, and even the dogs. Two weeks ago, Fletcher had started a second phase of his experiment. He had managed to synthesize the Alpha proteins, as he called them, and chose one of the least dominant males of the mouse colony, injecting it with his A-1a formula. Now there were definite signs of change in the colony hierarchy. MD-55 had resisted, but MP-12, who used to be far down the pack, now had the appearance and attitude that was putting him in charge. The females clustered around him and ignored the others, even MD-55. Fletcher's subsequent samples had shown that, not only had MP-12 benefitted from the initial injection of formula A-1a, but that the injection had jump started his cellular system to increase output of the proteins on its own. Fletcher planned to continue to monitor the colony and see how long the effect might last. Next week, he was going to expand his experiment to other colonies in the lab. How's it feel, 12? he asked idly as he carefully returned the new top mouse to the colony cage after taking his sample. To have gone from loser to leader in one fell swoop. You feeling on top of the world? Almost immediately, females surrounded the returning leader, and he was mating within seconds, the females nearly fighting each other to become his partner. For a moment, Fletcher's thoughts drifted to Stacy. Maybe some of this Alpha protein is rubbing off on me, he mused, to help him get her attention. Well, humans were a lot more complex than mice, he reminded himself. But, who knows, once she sees him in a tux, maybe things will really take off...