Gumshoe Brandon

"Mrs. McGurk, I'm not feeling well."

"What's the matter, Cole?" the gym teacher inquired in suspicion. Having taught for over twenty years, Gail McGurk had long become accustomed to students faking illnesses to get out of specific physical activities. Still, Brandon was a competitive athlete who seemed to enjoy gym class.

"Um, I got a problem with my private parts," Brandon replied softly, moving closer to his teacher. "Miss Zee said if it swells, I should have it checked. I think I tweaked it during that last part, and it's..."

"Oh!" Mrs. McGurk exclaimed in discomfort. She glanced around for help, but Coach Thorne, the gym teacher for the other class, stood with his back to her on the far side of the fieldhouse. She'd heard the gossip in the teachers' lounge throughout the day about Brandon's possible ruptured testicle. Not necessarily believing the severity of the injury, she still didn't want to be responsible if it did get worse. "Uh, sure, go see Miss Zee."

"Okay, thanks," Brandon grimaced as he limped away. Walking down the short hall to the boys' locker room, he pushed the door open and entered. Doing a quick once over, Brandon dropped the fake limp and walked to his gym locker. Swiftly he changed back to his street clothes and left the locker room. Once again, in the short hallway, Brandon resumed his limp. Turning the opposite direction from the gym, he walked to the other door that led to the school hallway.

Once free from his last class of the day, Brandon nonchalantly made his way toward the other section of the school, where the classrooms and lockers were located. However, first, he had to pass the cafeteria and, more importantly, the school offices. Those included the nurse's office, where Miss Zee would be, and Room 107, the converted office for Mrs. Vutcher.

The cafeteria wasn't an issue as no one was around the area. Brandon's heart did stop as the glass door to the main office opened only a few steps in front of him. Out stepped the school's secretary, a beautiful young woman. She stopped and saw Brandon with her eyes immediately dropping to his groin.

"Are you okay, Brandon?"

"Uh, sorta. I need to grab something for it from my locker," Brandon responded, nodding down to his groin. He couldn't say he was heading to Miss Zee's office as it was just around the corner, and the secretary might be heading that way.

"Do you need any help?" she asked, looking at him in sympathy.

"No, I should be fine as long as I go slow and steady. Thanks anyway."

"Well, if you need help, stop in and ask Wanda—Nurse Zee, when you pass by her room."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," Brandon replied, relieved to see her heading in the opposite direction as him.

Still, he had to continue to fake his limp until he turned the corner, which took more time and worried Brandon. Once that happened, he tried to stealthily creep past the nurse's office, where he could hear Miss Zee humming a song to herself. Dropping the limp again, Brandon hugged the wall as he passed the teachers' lounge, and approached the dreaded Room 107. Having been sent there many times in the past, Brandon knew the layout. A secretary sat at a desk by the door in the waiting room. Then there were a couple of offices in the back. He flinched as he could hear Mrs. Vutcher loudly scolding a student.

Making sure to walk at a normal pace, Brandon sighed in relief as he made it to Room 109 without anyone calling him back. Hurrying down the hall, Brandon began to go over his plan. After Polly's strange request of wishing Madison good luck on her big night, her brother had kept his ear out, and heard several other comments about his sister. In Spanish class, Sharon Miller had mumbled something about Bitchison looking like a fool later tonight. And in Chemistry, a couple of junior cheerleaders argued over Madison's chances of impressing some nameless guy. Clenching his fist, Brandon wanted to demand to know more, but Mr. Ward ordered the girls to be quiet.

Grabbing his coat and bag from his locker, Brandon checked the clock on the school wall. Eight minutes to go. I timed this pretty well. Next, he headed down the hall about twenty-five feet to where a pair of bathrooms were located. Entering, he quickly took care of his business and waited for the final bell of the day to ring.

RIIIINNNNGGGGG

Now, it's time to wait. It shouldn't take Madison more than a few minutes to reach her locker. This is kind of cool. I feel like a detective. As several guys entered the boys' bathroom, Brandon nodded at them, while pretending to wash his hands for way too long. Finally, after estimating that he'd waited long enough, Brandon tried to peek his head out the door slyly. The hallway filled up with students hurrying to flee the school grounds, it took Brandon a moment to spot his twin sister at her locker, just as she opened the door. Slipping out the door, he stood at the water fountain, straining to watch her.

"Excuse me, are you going to use that or not?" an annoyed voice asked from Brandon's side.

"Huh?" Brandon asked, turning to see Grace Smith standing next to him, looking irritated.

"Are you going to take a drink or not?" Grace inquired again before pointing and speaking slowly. "The. Water. Fountain."

"Yeah, no," Brandon responded, waving the blonde toward the drinking fountain, while his eyes stayed on his sister. He flinched and ducked his head when he saw Lisa join Madison.

"Jocks," Grace muttered, bending over to get a drink of water.

"Better watch it, Cole! Checking out nerdy girls' asses will piss of Ashley," Paul joked while walking by.

"What?" Brandon questioned in confusion while he raised his head.

"Y-you pervert!" Grace exclaimed, standing up straight and covering her butt with her hand. She backed away from a puzzled Brandon, until she swung around, and hurried off, still covering her butt with her hand.

It took Brandon several moments to figure out what happened. Oh, dammit! He swore in his head as he realized that when he ducked his head to avoid his sister and her best friend from seeing him, it made it look as if he checked out Grace's ass.

"Just great. Now, Paul's going to spread more rumors, and Grace will back them up," he mumbled to himself.

Checking back over, Brandon saw that Delilah had joined her friends. She and Lisa appeared to be cheering up Madison for some odd reason. Lisa hugged his sister and turned to head his way. With his mind drifting once again to how sexy looked in her red ribbon and bow, Brandon forgot to hide, and the sexy Latina locked eyes with him. They both stared at each other before Lisa snapped out of it and nearly ran past him.

Shaking his head, Brandon saw Madison and Delilah on the move. Trailing them by a solid twenty feet, he wondered about the details of his sister's plan. Where's she meeting this guy? Is Delilah part of her cover story? Or is she driving Madison to meet this guy? And who the fuck is this guy?!

Brandon abruptly stopped, causing a freshman to slam into him from behind. A small kid, he took the brunt of the collision, and profusely apologized once he saw who he ran into. Brandon brushed the freshman off, staring in utter confusion as he watched the two girls climb the stairs up to the second floor. Why the hell are they going upstairs?

Waiting a few moments, the quarterback-turned-detective walked over to the bottom of the U-shaped staircase. Straining his neck, Brandon could see the two girls almost at the top, so he started to climb. Reaching the landing in the middle, Brandon racked his brains for a reason as to why Madison's mystery date would take her to the second floor of the school. Caught up in his trying to solve the puzzle, he almost walked right into Madison and Delilah. The two girls stood just a few feet from the top step, where a third girl had joined them. Yelena Mishkov had blocked their path and now stood arguing with Delilah.

Panicking and not knowing what to do, Brandon dropped down, laying his body down on the stairs. From his position, he hoped his sister wouldn't see him. He could barely make out any words, but Yelena sounded furious over Delilah hanging out with Madison. Something about last night's fight and the brunette being a cheerleader.

"Uh, you okay, Brandon?"

Brandon glanced up to see Gavin Westher staring down at him in concern and confusion. Worrying that Gavin might draw attention to his strange hiding spot, Brandon waved him off.

"I'm fine. Leave me alone," he whispered.

"If you say so," Gavin shook his head and walked around Brandon's body to reach the second floor.

Multiple students walked by, most of them down the stairs, examining him with odd faces. Finally, grasping how crazy his position was to other students, Brandon started to lift his upper body to check if the girls were still there.

"Brandon?! What the hell are you doing?"

Torquing his upper body, he let out a groan as he saw Bianca standing two steps down from his body. The busty, black-haired captain of the dance squad, stood with her hands on her hips, scanning him up and down. Brandon had to admit she looked hot in her tight jeans and top. Yet, she wasn't known for having a soft-spoken attitude, and that meant Brandon had to think quickly. Motioning her toward him, he grabbed her arm when she was near enough, and pulled Bianca down close.

"Shhh! I'm hiding from someone," Brandon whispered.

"Hiding?" Bianca questioned, her eyes lighting up as they glanced around. But in her new position on the stairs, she couldn't see anyone. A conspiratorial grin formed on her face. "Who is it?"

"I can't tell you."

"Ohhh, come on—is it from Ashley? Are you cheating on her?!" Bianca's face lit up, before immediately darkening. "You better not be! I'm the only one you do that with! You got that?"

"I'm not cheating!" Brandon hissed back.

"Is she cheating?! Why that little slut! I would've never guessed," Bianca admitted in shock. "Is it Trent? He gets pretty friendly with her. Or is it Billy? He's been acting—no, it's Zack Bishop! Right? I never bought that bullshit about their families being close friends."

"Ash is not cheating on me!" Brandon snapped.

"Ooh, a mystery! Do I need to tie you up and perform an interrogation?" Bianca queried, looking as if the idea turned her on.

Having had enough, Brandon jumped up. Immediately, he saw Delilah and Yelena continuing to argue, but they had moved ten feet further from the stairs. Madison wasn't in sight. Fuck! I can't lose her. Taking the final steps two at a time, Brandon ignored the questioning Bianca and scanned down the hallway to his right. Nothing. Turning to do the same down his left side, he caught a glimpse of his sister. She had her arm wrapped around a blond-haired guy as she entered a classroom. What the fuck?!

"Bianca! Get over here and tell your friend that I'm not a traitor," Delilah yelled to her captain. In her frustration, she barely took notice of Brandon.

Striding down the hall with purposeful steps, Brandon's mood shifted from curious to scandalized. "No sister of mine is going to sneak around in classrooms after school with a boy," he grumbled.

Reaching two doors side-by-side, the angry brother paused. The closer of the two doors was open, while the other wasn't. Nodding to himself, Brandon jumped inside the room. About ten feet away, a curvy ass shook itself as it bent over. The tight, tan dress pants clung to the bewitching booty—the furious, accusing words that Brandon planned to challenge his sister with sputtered out on his tongue.

The ass straightened out as its owner stood back up, allowing her long strawberry hair to drop down, hinting at her identity. When she turned around a few seconds later, Brandon hoped his staring wasn't quite so blatant.

"Brandon? How can I help you?" Topaz Brass inquired in curiosity.

It took a long, awkward moment for Brandon to answer as his eyes zoomed in on those very large breasts straining against her white blouse. The fact that his former Composition teacher had unbuttoned a couple of buttons minutes earlier when her class emptied out, left him tongue-tied as it offered a pleasing glimpse of her stupendous cleavage.

"Brandon?"

"Sorry, Mrs. Brass. I'm, uh, looking for Ashley," he came up with the first idea that popped into his head. Luckily it wasn't a bad one as Mrs. Brass was the cheerleading coach.

"I haven't seen Ashley since this morning. Is she supposed to stop in and see me?" Mrs. Brass answered and asked. The buxom teacher moved her hand up to cover the area she unbuttoned.

"I thought she was coming to see you, but I could be wrong," Brandon said, slowly inching back toward the door. "I'm sorry to bother you."

"That's alright, Brandon. It's nice to see you," the bubbly teacher stated. "How's Literature class with Ms. Moreau going for you?"

"Alright, I guess. I got a B minus on my last test," Brandon shrugged.

"Nothing wrong with that. You should be—oh, you know what? Maybe Ashley went to see my daughter," Mrs. Brass suggested, meaning Tuesday Brass, the French teacher and assistant cheerleading coach.

"Uh, could be. I'll check in with her. Thanks...and sorry again for bothering you, Mrs. Brass," Brandon said, his eyes dropping again to her mammoth mounds. A small pleasing smile crossed her lips at the attention. "Have a nice night."

"You too, Brandon."

Exiting the room, he closed the door behind him. Suddenly, he remembered the reason he went into Mrs. Brass's room and turned his head toward the door next door. Leaning his head against the wooden material, Brandon heard laughing inside. Placing his hand on the doorknob, he prepared to rush into the room when his eyes saw something that caused him to stop. Peering through the long, narrow window next to the door, Brandon felt shocked to see Ms. Moreau inside the room.

Wait, what the—that's her classroom. Why did Mads drag a guy in there? Is Ms. Moreau helping her too? Or...no way! Is Maddie caught up in some teacher and student sex thing?

As his mind went into the gutter, Brandon almost missed his Literature teacher coming toward the door. Only when she stood near the glass with her back to it, did Brandon realize he needed to hide. The room directly across from Ms. Moreau's was open, but his Spanish teacher stood inside, talking to several students. So Brandon dashed toward the classroom next to it. Moving quickly, he entered and spun around to close the door back to its original position of being open only a crack. It was in the nick of time as Ms. Moreau walked out.

"On peut s'amuser ensemble. Beaucoup," a male voice said from the back of the room.

"No, we can not have a lot of fun together. Seducing me in French is not going to work," a female voice answered.

Despite seeing Madison exit Ms. Moreau's classroom, Brandon turned his head to see what was happening at the other end of the room he'd barged into. His eyes went wide as he saw Miss Brass leaning against her desk. Her long, cherry red hair gave away her identity even if Brandon couldn't see her face. It was blocked by the side of Fletcher Wynwick's head. His graying temples gave away his identity as well.

Her words might have shot down his attempts to woo his teacher, but Miss Brass's hand lingered on his cheek. And Fletcher's hand running under her knee-length skirt showed he might have a chance at some private French lessons.

"Ce week-end, vous et moi au bord du lac de ma famille," Fletcher told her. Brandon couldn't understand the words, but he could determine their intent.

"Perhaps you could use some improvement on your fluency," Tuesday replied to her student. "And more on your discretion." She pulled his hand out from under her skirt.

Dying to know if his classmate was screwing one of the hottest teachers, Brandon didn't want to leave but realized he had to. Getting caught in the room could cause him problems, and he needed to get back to his primary mission. Slipping out the room, he cursed as his sister wasn't anywhere in sight. Hurrying over, he saw that Ms. Moreau's room was empty and dark. Estimating the odds, Brandon guessed that his sister hadn't doubled-back to the central stairs that she walked up. So he jogged over to the stairs at the end of the hall.

Taking them two at a time, Brandon's eyes already scanned for Madison even before his feet hit the floor. Oh, shit! That would've been a disaster. Brandon told himself as he saw Madison turning the corner by the stairs he almost considered going down. With the halls thinning out with students leaving the building, the amateur detective knew he needed to be extra cautious. Slinking down the hall, he saddled up against the wall and peered his head around the corner. Why the hell is she now going to the other hallway? The parking lot is much closer from this way. Why isn't she leaving to meet this guy?

For the next several minutes, Brandon shadowed his sister through a couple of meandering turns that made no sense to him. She seemed to be collecting items from rooms, but he couldn't tell. He did know that Madison talked to herself while doing it. Where did that blond guy go?

Finally, the sleuthing brother trailed his sister to the main hallway off of the student commons that had the doors to the fieldhouse on the right side and the doors to the auditorium on its left. If one kept going, it would lead to the art and music section of the high school, where Brandon suspected his sister to be heading. Ducking behind one of the benches in the commons, he peeked and saw a rarely used door open further down. Out stepped the blond guy he saw for only a moment earlier, and from behind. Now, with a full-on view of his front, the suspicious brother choked back a scream as he saw the guy hug his sister.

Howie?! What the fuck is Howie doing with Madison? Why that two-timing bastard! He's supposed to be my friend.

Watching as his twin sister and his backup quarterback disappeared, Brandon took off down the hall to catch them. Grabbing the handle of the large door, he wrenched it open. Only a half dozen times or so had Brandon gone through this door, and they had been almost exclusively for pep rallies. What kind of sick shit is Mads involved in? This is the back of the school auditorium!

Stomping inside, Brandon was met by a wave of sound. People were talking, laughing, and even singing. Scanning the backstage area, he ignored all the equipment and headed toward a small room he had seen before. A couple of voices appeared to be engaged inside in a conversation, and Brandon assumed that's where his sister and her lover had gone. Screw Mom's idea of staying out of this if Maddie's messing around with my friend. Pushing the door opened hard, he stopped as a gorgeous face whipped around to face the intruder. Piercing blue eyes met his gaze, ones that had a commanding presence.

"Brandon? What are you doing here?" asked a person most definitely not his sister.