11 comments/ 8706 views/ 19 favorites Speechless Ch. 01 By: RavenThunderclaw NOTE- This is my first work on the ROMANCE genre so please forgive any mistakes. I've done my best to edit it. Votes and comments will be appreciated. ***** After the doorbell rang for the fifth time, I broke out of sleep, quickly assaulted by the hangover headache. "GODSDAMNIT!" I groaned rubbing my forehead trying to relieve the pain. I quickly pulled himself out of couch. A distant voice came. "SAM, open the door!" I looked around alerted by my mom's voice. "MOM!" I yelled back moving towards the main door. "OPEN THE DOOR!" She sounded annoyed. I quickened my pace. The door was opened and revealed Mom, and a young girl I could not recognise. The girl gasped strangely, more like chocking. Mom frowned. "What were you doing? Put a goddamn shirt!" I looked down gaping at my torso, showing my well defined musculature. Nothing too over the board but still enticing as many of my exes pronounced before. I am eighteen and on my senior high school year. Still Mom was early. Her return was due three more days. I ran inside searching for the tee I was surely wearing last night, finding it hanging on the coat hooks. Doing it on as fast fast as possible. I turned to find the girl looking at me. Mom was pulling the second handbag back from the porch. I ignored the creature for few moments instead going to mom's side and taking over the luggage. After five minutes I was back with the last one taken care off. Then I faced the girl finding her standing on the exact place with an amused face. I checked her out. Raven hair, a cute face with pouty lips and an upturned nose. She was wearing a round neck tee that showed almost no cleavage. Her tits were somewhere between C or D cup. But they were firm I can say with my experience on this matter. Maybe a little small for my taste. A good midriff and slim long legs wrapped in a military style Capri. Her ass wasn't visible so I can't mention about that. "Hi, I'm Samuel Gray." I offered my hand. She glanced at my outstretched palm then moved her own to coincide mine. He hand was soft and pinkish just like her complexion. He fingers delicate. "Gwen, your room will be upstairs." Mom came down and stared at our joined hands and again frowned. We both withdrew our hands as fast as possible blushing furiously. Her face was almost red because of her blush. Mom's expression softened just by looking at her. "Mom..." She looked and me. "She is Gwen, Martha and Luke's daughter. They are going on a world trip, so she will be staying with us for a while. Gwen's grew pale with every word. It was evident that she wasn't happy about it. I nodded in approval. Martha was my mom's best friend till she married and moved away. Or so I was told, because I have only a vague memory of a huge women with curly brow hair and a sad smile on her face. Mom took Gwen to her room. I moved back to the couch. Thank god, my girlfriend is out of town for a week and I was alone last night. Or else it would have been a very awkward situation. I took out some pasta that I made last night and put it in the microwave. Mom came down as I was heating the pan, planning for bacon and eggs. She took over without my consent. I moved back to the couch. Our living room and kitchen were adjoined so I can talk to Mom while she cooks. I initiated the conversation. "Mom... have we met before? I mean Gwen and me?" She looked back at me and shook her head. "No. Martha and Luke visited us only twice over the years and they didn't bring her with them." She answered sadly. I caught the tone and also the look she gave her earlier, a sympathetic look. "Mom, what's wrong?" I asked in a small voice. She sighed putting the bacons and eggs in three separate plates along with the pasta from the oven. She placed the plates in the dining table. I followed her every move. "Mom." "Gwen..." She whispered, "Is suffering from a mental impairment due to brain damage at the time of birth. She cannot talk among other things." His hit me hard, and my eyes widened. That pretty girl I just met can't talk? That's why she didn't said her name when we shook hands. "Is that why they left her, her parents?" "Martha wanted her along but Luke didn't wanted her along." Her tone was still sad. "He thinks of her as a burden unlike Martha who loves both her children equally." We haven't touched the food. "You mean she have a sibling?" Mom nodded looking at the steaming pasta on her plate. She responded after a pause. "His name is David and he is twenty-two doing his masters in computer science. He is just as worse as his father, always troubling his sister for petty things. I don't understand why they behave like that to her. It isn't her fault that she can't talk." She literally growled. I felt a pang of sympathy towards Gwen. She surly have suffered much. Mom called Gwen down who came down changed to more casual clothes. A T-shirt and pink knickers. A refreshing aroma of Jasmine flowed with her. Must be her shower gel, I thought never taking my eyes off her. She noticed it and blushed. Her still damp hair clung to her beautiful neck and throat. I noticed how long her hair was. Almost touching her curvy hips. "Join us, honey." Mom invited her to the table. She mouthed a thank you, but not even a squick came out. Her head zapped at me in alarm, her eyes wide in panic. Mom touched her arm making her sit. "He knows, honey." She added touching her cheek, "And he doesn't mind at all." Mom looked at me threateningly. "Right?" "Yeah, yeah. It's okay. We can be friends." I blurted out. She looked at me like if my nose grew an inch or two, just like Pinocchio. She rummaged out a notepad from a hip pocket that he didn't knew was there. A small marker was attacked at the backbone. She scribbled something, ripped the small note and passed it to me. I read, "REALLY?" All caps. I thought what was the big deal then realised, maybe because of her impairment she doesn't have many friends. I smiled at her and said, "No big deal." She beamed at me delightfully. Now, I've mentioned I did have a fair share of experience with girls. But all this never prepared me for the cute little creature, who smiles with dimples on her cheek and shine in her emerald eyes. And then I experienced something which was almost new to me. A sudden ache in my heart and a strange attraction towards her. I felt like to hold her kiss that soft looking lips stretched around her perfect white teeth. They were irresistible. Maybe my dilemma showed on my face because Mom cleared her throat indignantly. "Finish the food then pass notes." She scolded almost like a teacher who caught students passing notes while she was teaching. Gwen blushed again furiously. When she blushes her face and neck grew almost red resembling a oversized tomato. I cracked out on her expression earning a glare from Mom. After the short affair, Mom told me to show Gwen around while she fetch some groceries. I was too happy to oblige. Gwen looked comfortable enough with me as I gave her a brief tour of our house, pointing out my bedroom, the master bedroom along with her own, on the first floor. Then the bathroom on the same one. Then we came down. I took her to our back yard and showed her the swimming pool. She almost burst out with joy at seeing the clear blue water. She scribbled a not which said that she is a great swimmer. I told her that we can swim later, together at which she again blushed and looked away embarrassed. When I told her that I was serious, she looked alarmed and scribbled another note. *What will your Mom think about me?* I smiled slyly and said, "She don't have to know." She still looked unsure and slightly concerned. "What you don't have a bathing suit?" I nudged her mockingly. Her blush deepened if that was even possible.She wrote. *I do. But it doesn't feel right. We barely know each other.* So it was her shyness then. I really wanted to see more of her, but it would be wrong to force her so I dropped the matter for the time sake. After I showed her the basement area we settled down on the couch and turned the TV on. Mom returned after few more minutes with a huge load of groceries and stuff. Apparently they noticed the almost meagre stocks left. I had a party two days earlier and most of it was my friends fault. After placing the stuff in their place, Mom joined us for a while. "Gwen why don't you join Sam's school." She advised. I popped my eyebrows. "Yeah, it's really a nice place. They will love to have you." I said looking down at her. She was biting her lower lips in contemplation. "Are you okay with it, honey?" My Mom zeroed in on her taking my place forcefully. She placed a loving hand on her back and rubbed, Gwen's tension flew out of the door. I assumed Martha must have told Mom how to relax her. She nodded in agreement at last. Mom kissed her on the temple. "You know I always wanted a daughter, but I ended up with this." She moved he finger up and down where I was standing, like I was something she bought in auction. "Hey." I frowned crossing my arms, genuinely offended. I 'do not' want her as a sister! She is too much sexy for that. Both the females giggled. At that moment I realised, just as Mom did that when she laughs, she sounds almost like a normal teenager. So her vocal cords really vibrate and weren't dysfunctional. She noticed the astonished looks on our faces and stopped doing it. She arched a perfect eyebrow not so amused anymore. Before she can draw out her notepad Mom stopped her and framed her face with her hands. "I know what you will ask, honey. We are surprised..." She looked at me then back, "...that you can form sounds." Gwen nodded sheepishly. "Have you ever tried talking. Speaking out letters and words? Will you try now? Say something to me!" I was really hopeful. She stared at me for a while without blinking. Then she opened her mouth several times. My amusement dying down at her failing effort. Seeing this her eyes glistened with moisture and she looked down at the floor firmly clenching her shut. Tears brimming out and trailing down her rosy cheeks down her trembling chin. I instantly felt guilt. Stupid, stupid, STUPID! Mom brushed her tears away and pulled her to a hug, constantly rubbing her back. She hid her face in her shoulder and sobbed. "It okay, Hon. It will happen one day. You will talk to everyone and no one will bother you. Come lets go upstairs." She stayed upstairs for most of the day. Mom instructed me to encourage but not force her to talk in the future. I always kept the stairs in my peripheral vision hoping she will come down eventually. She came down only for lunch and then dinner, ignoring me completely. I again felt the same strange ache in my heart when I saw her puffy red eyes. My instincts cried out to comfort this little creature whom he had indirectly caused a great deal of pain. But I reigned myself in. Even in my dreams, her smiling face appeared randomly. Next morning Mom left for work early, waking me up and asking me not to cause Gwen any kind of discomfort and to look after her needs. I told her not to worry. I was heating the breakfast when she got down. I looked at her and noticed urging her to sit down. Her composure was much better today, and she wasn't ignoring me anymore was a huge relief. During the breakfast, I have an idea to cheer her up. After we finished, I patted her on the arm and said, "I'm going swimming. You can join me. That is if you get over of your blasted shyness." I smirked pulling out my tee while going out, giving her a perfect view of my muscular back. After fifteen minutes in the pool waiting for her. I gave up. My plan was a failure so I swimmed to get out but was stopped when the backyard door opened slowly. I stopped and removed water from my eyes and gasped. Okay to be honest, the first thing I noticed were her boobs. Call me a pervert if you want but it was just too good to miss. I believe I'm a boobs man and I was fucking wrong but it made me happy instead. She wasn't a C cup. She was a GODDAMN double-D. She must have been wearing those compressor bras earlier because there was no way in hell I wouldn't have noticed THEM. She just stood their blushing while I groped at her with my eyes. Her whole body was flushed, her one piece clinging to her shapely curves like a second skin. Her nipples already poking out. My jaw was so hung. After I gained sanity enough, I called her out to join me. She slipped down into the water making the swimwear stick even more closely to her body. Now I was blushing because of the imminent bulge in my shorts. Hopefully she didn't noticed it. She stayed three foot away from me and I did the same, not daring to go any close. Her hair was damp down her shoulders floating around her like hundreds of tiny needles. I felt a compulsion to touch them, to feel them flow off my hands. I was literally speechless for minutes gulping down the dark haired beauty standing before me twitching with the water. She seemed equally dumbstruck. For the first time I felt what every man feels when they saw a steaming hot gal, lust. Maybe t was always there and I didn't noticed it before or maybe not. My sudden attraction towards her yesterday multiplied tenfold. "You look good." I atlast broke the awkward silence. She just nodded for the appreciation. I scooted a little closer. She seemed determined to jump out if I tried something. I chuckled at the thought. She looked alarmed and drew a little back. "Seriously? I won't try anything don't worry." I eyed her up and down making her shiver, "Or my Mom will kill me and burn my entrails in the bonfire." This seemed to loosen her up a little. She smiled weakly.I smiled back and took her hand drawing her with me as I swam towards the end. She yelped then giggled. Her tone was like chiming crystals, I wished that she could use her voice and say my name. We swimmed for a while and during this time we really came very close. The lack of conversation wasn't a hindrance when two teenagers are swimming together. Maybe it's natural. She was the first one to come out of the pool, which I expected was the first thing you can say she did for purely teasing purpose. She sensually climbed back. He suit diving in her ass crack and stretching over the heart shaped globes of yum. I almost blew my load when she stood and gripped her long hair, water flowing down her shapely legs, all the time with her back towards me and knowing I will be watching. I almost blew my load in my trunk right then and there when she deliberately looked back and winked those shining emeralds at me. Oh, I'm so breaking up with Tina when she comes back. Gwen's worth it. ***** Let me know how is it and if I should continue or not. Speechless Ch. 02 Well here is the second installment, a bit longer then the last one. Hope you like it and PLEASE comment or vote to let me know if you do or don't. Well here is the second installment, a bit longer then the last one. Hope you like it and PLEASE comment or vote to let me know if you do or don't. * I was shell shocked by the sudden slyness she showed before drying herself and going inside. She wasn't like this before, were is that sweet shy girl he met yesterday. By the time I reached the living room, she was already upstairs. I dried myself quickly and followed suit. She was nowhere to be found, so I assumed she was in her room probably changing into something less suggestive. I changed my shorts and pulled fresh pieces of clothing. Then met her in the couch downstairs. By the way, she had made herself comfortable in my favorite place watching TV. I stood at her side and stared at her in awe. A small smile crept it way on her features before she looked at me, morphing into a big grin. I grinned back before diving into the empty seat next to her. "What was that you did outside?" I whispered. She stiffened instantly. I was overriding her personal space. She deftly scribbled a note. I was surprised where the notepad came from. It wasn't in her hand a minute ago. I read aloud, "TEASING YOU!" She snickered at my tone. I moved a little closer, trying on my boundaries. Our sides were squished together. I played with a lock of her hair before asking, "And why were you teasing me." Right next to her ear, tickling the lobe with my breath. She gasped. Did she thought she was in charge? She scribbled again hiding it from my prying eyes. She stopped when she finished and stare at her notepad. But before I can see it, she butchered the note with her marker then threw the note. She wrote a fresh one and handed it to me. It said, *I was kidding. Sorry* and a really sorry smiley face. I continued to twiddle with her hair. It was a rick dark color unlike his brown mane. The smell of jasmine was her natural odor. I knew because she hadn't used the showers upstairs and still the fragrance was there. He tried a sniff from the nape of her neck drawing another gasp and an thoroughly irritated look. I decided not to use my luck too much. "You smell like Jasmine." I commented. She just pursed her lips and stared if asking 'SO?'. I looked at her incredulously. What is up with this girl? "It smells nice that's it." I removed my look and concentrated on the TV. But I noticed the hint of a smile floating nearby. After a hour or two, and being assaulted by her legs to make room for the millionth time, she fell asleep. On MY shoulders. I closed the TV and kept staring at her peaceful expression. Her slightly upturned nose sniffed a few time like trying to smell something. I barely held my laughter. Her eyes moved under her eye lid. Suddenly she draped her left arm over me and pulled me closer to her like a happy pillow. I thought of Tina, my girlfriend for last three months. She was one of those blond cheerleader types you may encounter in every school. An arrogant bitch but definitely hot. Our relation was less for mutual attraction and more for student politics. I play basketball for the institute, and am the captain. Everybody expects the head cheerleader and the captain to be together. Well I can care less if get a good deal of blowjob and sex from a bust blond like Tina. Don't get me wrong though, I fairly respect women. But not the self-righteous megalomaniac types. I glanced back at the creature cuddled in my arms and was struck by a sudden revelation. HALLELUJAH, She is going to change everything in my life! Gwen smiled in her dreamy state like if sensing my thoughts. I smiled back and closed my eyes and drifted to sleep with a girl, I met just tomorrow, in my arms. God knows how many hours later, I woke up startled by a hand shaking my shoulders. I groaned and looked up to see my Mom standing beside me with a furious expression on her face. I gulped down a lump in my throat. Then I noticed the person next to me, still clung to me, her head ridiculously down on my chest, almost reaching my abdomen. And I realized how it might have looked from Mom's POV. Blushing to the tip of my ears, I sluggishly untangled the two of us before slowly waking her up. She, just like me woke with a start when she noticed the son and mother looming over her. Then something awfully embarrassing happened. My stomach growled like a hungry predator. Both the women stared at me in varying expressions. Furious and amused. You do the match making. "Mom..." I whispered. "From how long were you two 'DOZED' up?" She said emphasizing on dozed, which generally leads to a Mother/Son talk for me. This wasn't the first time I was caught with a girl in my arms on the couch. If Mom is home then it must be at least six in the evening. I searched for the nearest wall-clock and noted the time. Oh MY GOD! It is almost half past six. We were DOZING for fucking seven hours? A stomach growled again but this time it wasn't me. Gwen's eyes widened in both shock and embarrassment as she noticed the time. And we skipped lunch. Go figure. "SAMUEL HOWARD GRAY! I think I asked you something?" Mom stated arms crossed. "See... seven hours." "SEVEN HOURS!" She shrieked her hands flowing out, "You mean you skipped lunch?" "Yeah?" A small voice quickened which I later recognized was mine. "Sally... I fell asleep. I'm sorry." Gwen said looking down nervously. Mom looked at her. "I'm not mad at you honey. I'm furious at this irresponsible brat I have given birth to." I gulped. Mom was seriously pissed. Gwen looked equally unnerved despite the assurance. Mom glared at me for a minute, while I cowered in fear before declaring, "I'm going to prepare the dinner. Both of you take shower and come down in fifteen minutes!" Both of us nodded and hastily obeyed. Exactly in fifteen minutes, we were downstairs, sitting on the table waiting patiently for Mom to finish cooking. Gwen passed me a note, while continuously checking my Mom's back. *I'm REALLY SORRY!* Not taking a chance to be caught conspiring behind her back, I signaled Gwen to lend me her marker then set down the note flipped back andscribbling, *Don't blame yourself. I fell asleep too.* After she read the note, her shoulders lost their stiffness. Mom approached with three plated. She placed Gwen's before her, exchanging smiles. Smoke chicken with Fried Rice and sliced eggs. My stomach growled. I looked down when Mom gave me a reproachful look. I looked up only when a plate was literally thrown at my face. Nah, I was kidding, Mom can't be that cruel right? But the stuff on my plate proved otherwise. "What? Why?" I whined before her. She slitted her eyes and the fork at her hand slowly pointed towards me. I looked at the sharp points, looking as if drooling over my delicious neck, then at her face and resented any further protests. Before me was sitting the same dish, minus the egg and chicken. Plain fried rice. I chewed it constantly gulping down water. Gwen, maybe out of sympathy tried to cool Mom down and to smuggle some of her chicken to me, but never succeeded. Mom was resolute on my punishment. "By the way, I visited Mrs. Perkins, Sam's Principle. I told her that we wish you to join the school, and also about your... er, lack of speech. She assured me not to worry and that you'll be welcome in the school. And that she will personally look after any sort of problem you might face there. She is a good friend of mine after all." Mom said after we finished. "So you may continue your session here from tomorrow." Gwen genuinely beamed that treacherous smile of hers. I tried to look away but her naturally white teeth kept me entranced. I still don't understand why such perfectness shall suffer so much. My Mom leaned and gave her a quick peck on the cheeks which made her blush, before continuing to the sink. Three hours later, the three of us decided to go back to the bedrooms. I was far from tired after that 'nap' and felt the same for Gwen, but it wasn't worth to argue with Mom and ruin the mood which have mended a little. I can tell because she wasn't giving me those cold glares anymore. Gwen took the stairs first. When I followed her suit a few moments later, Mom cleared her throat making me stop in my tracks. I turned around. "Sam, we need to talk." I gulped. Damn, I thought she forgot. I went back and joined her on the couch. Looking down sheepishly with my hands resting together in my arms. Every pore in my body was radiating pure, Okay, not so pure innocence. But as usual Mom was unperturbed. "What was that drama you pulled off with her?" Her brows furrowed a little. "Mom, she was tired and then we were watching TV and then she drifted off on my shoulders..." "And why were YOU holding her?" I went silent. Mom wasn't stupid. She saw how close we were cuddled at the couch. I sighed at the thought. "Look honey," She took my hands in hers and continued with a soft voice, "Gwen... she is different from other girls you generally date. She is far more sensitive towards these things. Call it a weakness of her mind. You should have noticed that she feels emotions so intensely. She cannot suffer hurt anymore. Even if her dad mostly kept her away, his brother tried to hurt her in every possible way. She survived only because of her mother. By far, she was the only person in her life who showed real kindness and love to her." Mom's eyes drifted towards the stairs. "That is why I tried to provide her with whatever she was denied till now. You see, I wasn't lying when I said I wanted a daughter. No offence to you though, you know how much I love you. And I feel the same with her." She paused and looked me directly in the eyes. "And I don't want you to hurt her." I was surprised. This is ridiculous. "I'll never hurt her Mom. I can't." "Sam, she might be oblivious to you advances but I'm not. You've set your eyes on her from the moment she entered." She spoke rather sternly making the statement sting a little, "You already have a girlfriend so, there is only one possible conclusion to this. You want to BED HER!" "MOM!" I stood up abruptly snatching my hand away from her. This was it. "I'm not finished." She said matching my glare. "It is finished, Mom. How could you even think I'll try something like that. She... she is... I'll never do anything to hurt her. I"M NOT PLAYING WITH HER!" She went silent. I was panting heavily from my outburst. It would be a miracle if Gwen haven't heard this banter. Then I realized what I just did. I shouted at Mom. Mom who took care of me and provided every thing I needed, alone after Dad's death when was five. Even If she was terribly wrong, I should have known better than this. I went back and sat beside her. She still looked perplexed. I sighed and said, "Sorry Mom. I shouldn't have shouted. But you're wrong, I know Gwen is fragile. I never thought of anything more to do to her then comfort her a little in a friendly way. You must understand." Okay I lied. So what? I'm not gonna tell Mom how hot I think she is or how much I have grown to crave her. It just... doesn't feel right... not now. She remained silent staring at the stairways. "Sam, I'm sorry too. But you must understand that if you work her up and then ditch her for someone else," She looked at my pained expression, "I'm not saying you will but you may, then she won't be able to stand it. She will do something stupid and we all will dearly regret it." That night I rarely slept, my mind going through a thousand question. Is Mom right? Am I just physically attracted to Gwen and all this mushy crap will end the moment I get her in bed beside me? Will I dump her for the next hot ass my eyes fall on? Even if my answer was no to every and each one of them, it didn't solve my predicament. I was thoroughly confused. Isn't it too early to jump into conclusions of my obsession on Gwen. Or, god forbid it, maybe it's pity? Am I just taking pity on the mute girl who is still likely to be a virgin? I was haunted by this incredibly frustrating questions all night and forgot something. Next day was school. ** I woke up with a knock on my door. I rubbed my eyes to make the blurriness go away. Yawning highly I stepped before the door and jerked it open. It wasn't Mom like I anticipated, but Gwen instead stood there, before me, in a knee long maroon skirt and a white shirt with horizontal navy blue stripes, with the open book logo on her left breast pocket bearing the words 'G. Cavendish Institutions, Learn and Glow', standard dressing code for my school. Quite a mouthful for a logo but it bears it anyway. But she looked far better in it then the usual T-shirt and knickers she wore in the house. And, oh god, her breasts. I gulped down a lump at them. The shirt stretched over the ample globes perfectly, nothing too slutty mind you, but merely hinting what treasures she hid behind them. Just in continuation on that thought, she made that strange sound which I have come to know as her 'gasp' reaction and the impressive blush, making her similar to a beet root, her eyes drawn down. Only after following her line of sight, did I noticed the reason behind this reaction. I, as usual, sleep in only my trunks. And the not-so-thick material of it, barely hid the vicious serpent twitching inside. And I'm not exaggerating. I'm fairly over the average length in that department, I've been told. And this universal problem of 'morning wood' can really scare an innocent to no end. Seeing the only route of escape as my bedroom, I slammed the door shut on her face. Rudeness be hanged! I need a piss and some decent rags. Two minutes later, I opened the door, finding the girl at the same position. Just a little pale. My member woke up AGAIN! I tried to restrain myself looking at her torso. Or her visible legs. She just stood there looking at her toes. "Yes?" I inquired in a small voice. She looked up but not in the eyes. She handed me a note and flew away, her skirt swishing behind her. *Breakfast ready. Sally calling you downstairs.* I sighed and went in and brushed and washed my mouth and face. Then I joined the duet downstairs for a streaming bowl of noodles. Rest aside we left for the school. Me on my Yamaha and Gwen with Mom. Well I felt offended by this setup but after last night, I wasn't sure about anything anymore. I arrived earlier. Mom, just like most other mothers, wasn't a speed high. Her Honda Accent followed few minutes later. Surprisingly she accompanied Gwen and me all the way declaring that she needs to talk to the principal. As it turned out, Gwen and me shared three of the five classes we take, being English Literature, Astrology and PE. So for the first period, she will be in Mr. Crowley's Biology class, when I will be tackling Algebra with Miss Rosewood, hottest teacher in town. She might be the reason I took Algebra. But I was sincerely good at it. The class went uneventful, dragging on the major applications of Integrals. The only thing good about the class was Miss Rosewood who wa AGAIN wearing a knee-length red skirt and a off-white blouse, being the crush of every hot-blooded young men (and some young women whatsoever). My mind was constantly wondering what Gwen must be going through right now. It will be hard for her between these new kids. I'll try to make it as far easy as I can pull off. Well I do have a name and reputation after all. I saw her face and the empty seat beside her and knew she wasn't receipted well enough. She looked... overwhelmed and pained. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw me. I made a beeline to the vacant seat next to her and smiled. She returned that shy smile of hers. What everybody else saw was that the captain of the Basket ball team was smiling beside the new mute girl. Thank gods for small miracles, Tina was still three days due. It could have been a lot unpleasant. At lunch, she found me sitting with four of my friends. Daniel Hitchcock a.k.a Cocky Dan, Isabella Aswald a.k.a Bella, Francis Miles a.k.a Frank and Elizabeth Smith Parker a.k.a Elle. Well for your info the are in relationships respectively since grade school, (that was an exaggeration). When she tried to avoid my stare even after me instructing her in the last class, I tried something that she cannot reject. I called her. My friends were already set. I instructed him not to cause her any discomfort, which raised more than one eyebrows. It wasn't needed though. I know them fine enough. Frank pulled in another chair for her to sit next to me. (SMART BOY, EH!) She still looked hesitant always peeking around to see the others reactions. Her conservative sitting style bothered me. "Guys this is Gwen Hawkins from Denver." I started the pre-prepared speech. Well my friends know about her already. Hell the whole school is looking for the new hot mute girl. The four of them looked at her analytically. Gwen smiled a little but it was damn straight fake. Nothing like the ones which leave me warm and fuzzy. "Um... this is Dan, Bella, Frank and Elle. They are my servants." The four of them glared at me. I looked surprised, "Sorry, did I said servants. Ah, it's friends." Gwen remained as still as stone. I signaled Elle for her part with as much discretion as I could muster. She smiled and held out her hand for Gwen. "Hi, Gwen." I choose well. Elle was one of those spring morning breeze type of girl. Cheerful and friendly. Gwen shook her hand and did her thing. Scribbled a note. Elle took it and smiled warmly looking at her and I knew whatever she had written ensured that they are going to be good friends. Bella was next, followed by the boys. Well to say the least, Gwen seemed to a bit relaxed. He haunched up shoulders down to an almost normal fashion. The rest of the day remained uneventful. Save the Gym. We have a large swimming pool as our school many times organised the Enter-state Water Sports Championship among other things. Ms. Diana Marwin, our swimming coach, literally adored Gwen after her fifth lap non-stop. Her blue swimming suit a bit more modest then the red one. But what it did was to reveal her actual breast size and to give me a hard on. And after that, it seemed like every one wants to talk to her. No doubt she was going to be the swimming honcho for the next few months. I felt annoyance watching the other guys drooling on her. But before I can see her reaction my basketball coach pulled me out by my ears. The day got interesting when we arrived at the parking lot. Since my mom dropped her off, and was now at her office right now, Gwen was stranded. I was the first one out and soon found myself playing a friendly trick on her. I took my bike out of the stands and him both of us behind the main lot area. A perfect vantage point. After few seconds she came out. With Elle and Bella. Good, good. They talked for a while, giggling whenever Gwen wrote something and passed the note. The boys weren't far behind. They took out their bikes and nearly blew my position. I saw saw them talking about the empty stand beside theirs, witch was obviously mine. They picked the girls on but waited. Gwen was quite stricken by now as most of the students were already off and the buses were already off. Then my phone ringed and I cursed, fumbling with it and turned it to busy mode. I could almost hear the girls calling me words like 'irresponsible' and 'asshole', maybe together. Dan said something to Gwen. She nodded and the two bikes left. Now, I decided was the time to face her. I went on to approach her from the back. I was grinning from ear to ear. I revved the engine and accelerated imagining her adorable surprised expression when she will be swept off her feet and into the back seat. Maybe that's why I never noticed the Mustang coming down on on me from the next crossing. Speechless Ch. 02 *** That is all for now, thanks for reading. *