Thread: Spurned Love (HotTexasCowboy x Loneiysong)

Fletcher Gilroy was in his seat in Chem class promptly, five minutes before the tardy bell. Chemistry was one of his favorites, even though class work was way too easy for him. Gilroy had been a science geek since elementary school, going through phases of rocketry, geology, lasers, astronomy, chemistry, and now biochemistry. Fletcher was the kind of kid who always won the science fair, usually with projects even his teachers were hard pressed to fully understand. He was a book and lab nerd, the kind of guy who could barely get through gym class, much less any extra-curricular sports. Only a few friends, fellow geeks, called him Fletcher. A lot of the other students called him Tubby, and too many of the in crowd, if they talked to him at all, called him Jello Boy. That started in early grades, when he was about the only person in school who could stand to eat the jello they served with school lunches. The fact that he was kind of pudgy most of his life only reinforced the nickname. Of course, just about everyone at this school now was the in crowd. It was an exclusive private school, with the very best facilities and teachers, funded by the wealthy and elite of the community for their children. Fletcher had no business being here his parents were poor and worked as laborers. His clothes were discount store knockoffs that rarely fit him well. But Donneymore Academy flattered themselves with 'preparing the best', and so they handed out a few scholarships each year to needy geniuses who could raise their overall GPA stats. Fletcher filled that bill. He thrived to the academic stimulation, but socially he was pretty miserable. The one bright exception was sitting by Stacy in Mrs. Bealz's Chem class. She was clearly part of the school elite, but she favored him with smiles and friendly words, and he thought she was the most sexy thing he'd laid eyes on. It didn't matter to him that she was always copying off his work. He'd do whatever she asked, as far as he was concerned. Sure thing, Stacy, he returned her greeting, asking about homework. He knew Stacy wasn't that comfortable with science, but that was okay. Glancing quickly to see Mrs. Bealz was occupied, he slipped her his paper so she could copy the answers quickly. They'd even gotten away with her looking over at his test papers from time to time. He was sure she appreciated it, and was liking him more every day. At mid-day, Fletcher was at his usual lunch table in the cafeteria, eating with Robbie Dunlap, another scholarship student like him. Fletch kept turning to stare at the center table, the one Stacy was eating at with others of her circle, stylish and lovely young women and hunky, boisterous young men, star athletes and future inheritors of their parents' businesses. But Fletcher only had eyes for Stacy, something Robbie couldn't help but notice. I'm gonna ask her to the Spring Formal, Fletcher announced to his friend, answering an unasked question. Who? You mean that Stacy girl? Come on, bro! Get serious! She's one of the Tops, you know. She'll never go out with you, and certainly not to the Formal. She likes me, Fletcher insisted. Every day in Chem class, she's always got something to say to me. I'm going to ask her before someone gets to her first. I'm going to do it... right now! Fletcher was already wiping some sweat from his forehead, finding the prospect both exciting and frightening at the same time. While Robbie shook his head, certain his buddy was headed to certain humiliation, Fletcher got up and approached Stacy's table. A couple of the girls giggled at him as he neared, and one of the boys, a football player of course, glared at him with disgust. Get lost, Jello Boy, he barked dismissively. But Fletcher had made it this far, he wasn't going to stop now. S-s-stacy? he stammered out, I, uh, could I, uh t-t-talk to you for a, uh, a second? He hoped she would leave her table so he could ask her privately.