Simon had been so quick to get out of the house that he hadn't got time to put on any shoes. Besides all his old shoes were too small for him now, his feet seem to have grown a fair bit as well. And anyway, he wanted some neat sports trainers, like Nike or Adidas, not the lame loafers and shit he had in his wardrobe. Man he needed to sort some of his shit out!
It was a hot day and the pavement was scorching on his bare feet.
"Fuck, this hurts" he muttered under his breath. But his determination to get to school and sort out Marc and his boys was too strong.
Across the road were some girls he recognised from school. Tammy Oldham and Melissa Whitehead, two girls from his class. When Simon used to get grief off everyone those two normally had a part to play in it, being a couple of the cutest and most popular chicks in school. Despite acknowledging their pretiness Simon had built up a hatred of the girls in his mind because of the part they played in his bullying. But with his changing mind different prioritys were emergind. Now Simon just saw them as two hot chicks he could score.
"Fuck, I've been a pansy virgin-boy for too fucking long." Si thought too himself. "All the other boys in my class, scored years ago. Aint it about time I got some off the action?"
With their long, slim legs; attractive figures and well displayed breasts Simon thought like they could be the ones too start off his long career in womanising. He had never done anything like this before but suddenly Simon had an overwhelming urge to get their attention, by putting his hand in his mouth and giving them a long wolf-whistle.
Suddenly they turned, and it was immediately evident they were pleased with what they saw. Short, blonde hair; a beautiful masculine and angelic face, with sharp blue eyes and the muscular, manly body to die for. Even his clothes; a simply wife-beater shirt and a ratty pair of tracksuit bottoms, seemed to scream out his masculinity. They didn't even notice the lack of trainers, but there was something about his shapely large feet as well.
"Who is that?" Melissa asked her friend.
"I dunno, don't think I've ever seen him before in my life."
"He seems kinda familiar. He has to be the hottest thing..."
"Oh god! He's coming over.."
They watched with admiration as Si struttered over to the girls. Everything about him; his looks, his walk, even his cocky expression, oozed sexy confidence. In his head Simon was already planning on which girl he was going to take first, what he was going to say to get her; he didn't care about what happened afterwards. His thoughts of getting back at Marc and changing him back into a nerd seemed to have completely vanished from his mind. Without realising it , he had realised the benefits of being, in all appearances, a jock.