Timeskip! Wooooohooooo!

Over the next few days, Sam avoided MJ as much as he could. She had tried to talk some more sense into him the day after their "fight", but he was adamant. He wanted to go that party even if it killed him. Literally.

He was also fretting over his boring wardrobe, spending a whole evening in his room, throwing the contents of his dresser and closet all over the place. It looked like some teenage girls bedroom in a bad B-Movie. On Wednesday he had given up and decided to go the local mall and get himself a new outfit, taking all of his savings with him.

As soon as he arrived, he felt that familiar feeling he always had at the mall - he immediately felt out of place. All the scantily clad high schoolers, eating, hanging out and plain having fun. He had never been able to relate to them. Probably because no one had ever wanted to hang out with him except for MJ. Although she always invited him to come along to the mall, whenever she went with her friends, but he had always been too much of a wimp.

So he barely ever spent more time at the mall than was necessary to get what he needed. On this Wednesday though he had set aside the whole afternoon for shopping. He wanted to take his time and soak up the typical atmosphere of a mall for once. He might as well enjoy the lead-up to what was probably going to be the execution of whatever was left of his dignity.

After an hour of aimlessly walking around, he still had nothing but a new game he had wanted to buy for a week. He had no clue which clothes were fashionable or which clothes even looked good on his body. So he was ready to give up when he walked with heavy shoulders towards the exit, when he heard a voice he had come to know well call his name.

"Hey, Sammy? is that you?" an upbeat, female voice asked behind him.

"Beth...any!?" he answered surprised. Surprised that she was there, but even more surprised that she would talk to him - while she was alone and in public no less.

"Call me Beth already... I've told you a hundred times over the summer that I hate my full name!" she said as she gave him a grin.

Sam remembered tutoring her over the summer. How she wasn't a total bitch to him. How she made him blueberry muffins once as a small "Thank you" for helping her with her studies. How she had treated him with kindness when her clique wasn't around. He had felt then, that this person, alone with him in her parent's den and studying math, must be the real Beth. Funny, kind, with slightly nerdy interests that she had always kept a secret.

It had almost felt like friendship. Like a connection he didn't even share with MJ, who was more like an older sister to him. That feeling lasted only until school started. Then she barely talked to him. She was the elite after all. He was just someone to be used, he had thought back then. He was unsure which one was the real Beth. Might she actually be the one who was influencing Dale to invite him. Or was she a part of the prank? Maybe even the one who came up with whatever they were obviously planning? How long had they planned it? Weeks? Months? The paranoia was strong in him at that point. Beautiful women treating him nicely, smiling at him, turned him into a conspiracy theorist.

In short: While he stood there, desperately trying to find words, staring at the school's most beautiful girl, she was looking at him expectedly, her belly-free tank-top barely leaving anything to the imagination. Her skin-tight pants clearly showed the tiniest camel toe as well. She had stopped so close to him, that his face was barely a foot from hers. And since she was nearly the same height as him, he was staring directly into her eyes. Eyes his dick didn't stand a chance against, hardening in his pants.

"Whatcha doin', Sammy? Shopping?" she asked him, staring straight into his eyes.

"Ye... Yeah. At least I... I'm trying to. Everything looks weird on me." he replied, falling deeper into those bright blue eyes.

Beth got an intense look in her eyes and looked him up and down, starting at his feet, scrunching her nose a little at, he assumed, his shoes and pants. Old, faded, washed out. Her eyes moved up his body to his torso, before instantly snapping back to his crotch. Her chin dropped, her mouth opening and closing. As he was still looking at her eyes he noticed them opening wide, a look of disbelieve spreading across her face.

"Hmm... Do you want me to help you?" she asked, her eyes still fixed on his crotch. "I'm pretty good when it comes to finding things that ... fit perfectly..."

Sam didn't know what to say, so he kept quiet, just nodding stupidly. He still hadn't caught the way she was eying his newly grown package with an intense look and thought she was avoiding his eyes because of her dislike of him.

"So~? Let's go, Sammy! I know exactly where to go first!" she said, finally looking him in the eye and grabbing his right hand.

Sam cringed the moment her soft skin touched his. This was pretty much the first time a woman had held his hand and it was like nothing he had felt before. His breath caught in his throat, his face flushed and his dick twitched in his pants, visibly lifting them by the **** of his twitching and spurting a tiny amount of precum into his boxers

With her being a cheerleader and athlete, she was way stronger than him, and easily pulled him along. He was well aware of the looks people were giving them. Just like he himself, they were confused by the display Beth and Sam made. A beautiful, slender and popular girl smiling, holding hands with a pudgy and nerdy guy.

Sam decided to let go of his anxiety and see what would happen. He had promised himself to take those opportunities that presented themselves to him. This was, at least for him, a once in a lifetime event. He still had no idea where she was leading him though...