Jessie Ch8.3 - Two Steps Forward, One Step Back
Jessie walked down the path slowly, almost waddling from the strange sensation of his tight padded undergarments. A sensation that made him worry about the days to come. 'How often should I change these things?' he thought. 'Ash only gave me a few... Maybe I could coax her into buying a box for me so I don't have to go through that embarrassment, too.'
Despite being lost in his own mind with worry, Jessie had almost made it to his destination, the administrative building, before a familiar voice rang out from behind.
“Yoo-hoo~! Jessie! Can I talk to you really quick~?” it called sweetly, beckoning him away from his goal and his thoughts. He turned around to find the origin of the voice and was met with a smiling raven-haired girl, rocking on her heels with her hands folded behind her back.
“R-Rachel!” he squeaked, and then awkwardly coughed his voice down trying to sound more masculine. “What, uh, what up homie?”
“Y'know, I saw yo
Jessie Chapter 8.2: The Fresh Prince of Pierce
A car pulled up to the school and out stepped a short, baby-faced punk with short gel-mussied hair and a devil may care attitude. His khaki slacks were pressed and his shoes shined to perfection. As he walked past the fountain and the delicately landscaped bushes, all the guys arched their brows and all the girls whispered amongst themselves at the sight of the mysterious boy's swagger.
With his blazer cavalierly held by two fingers over his shoulder, he sauntered down the path to the school like he owned the place. Passing by two girls who stared, he slicked his hand through his hair and made a gun with his finger.
“Lllllllladies~” he quipped and with a click of his tongue, fired the imaginary gun. The girls blushed at the shot of love and ran off giggling. “Oh yeah, I got this.”
Eric arrived at the classroom once more to find Jessie still hadn't shown up. 'This is the second da
Jessie Chapter 8: 8.1 - The (wo)Man With The Plan
Chapter 8: Boy's First Day
8.1 – The (wo)Man With The Plan
The bells rang out over the misty early-October fields that Monday to the din of students rushing to their homeroom classes from the dorm buildings of Pierce Private Academy. The boys, in their slacks and blazers, rushed through stairwells hoping to make it just in time. Among their ranks was a young black-haired boy by the name of Eric Carter.
Eric had only one thing on his mind, though: the sinking worry that filled his heart when he saw Jessie's empty seat. After admitting his feelings to Jessie, she'd run off and no one had heard from her since. Not even Duncan, her roommate. She never went back that night. They assumed that Jessie would probably show up for class at least, so when he saw that empty chair by the window he knew the bad news he'd have to tell Duncan come lunchtime.
Jessie, on the other hand, was just a few miles away at a little family-owned grocery store. She'd just arrived and was tying her apr