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  Bell's Grove High School 

Vince could easily pass for a high school senior. On a few occasions he was mistaken for a college man. He stood six-two in gym socks. Black hair marked his high forehead and tangled locks tumbled over his brow and ears. Thick eyebrows came close to meeting above his nose. It was the only feature of his face he hated. His eyes, a dark chocolate brown, looked soft and trusting, like a puppy’s.

The balance of his face was a rectangle, the jaw line firm, but not square. Girls liked his big white teeth and deep dimples. By age fourteen his eyes, his smile and dimples, got the babes’ attention and he was quick to capitalize on his good genes. As he grew older, what he gave them on the soft leather seats of his mom’s Escalade made the ladies glad they were female. Some of the ladies might have differed with Vince’s reality, but he didn’t really give a shit.

Vince took his time cruising the corridor. He wanted to get a lay of the land, a feel for his hunting ground. That he would catch a load of flak from Mr. Dole was a given, but Vince didn’t give a shit about that either.

His heart jumped into his throat when he saw her. Like a crazed reggae drummer it banged a beat on his tonsils and  Vince found his voice just in time. “Excuse me? Hi. I’m new. Could you point me in the direction of the office, please?” Vince turned on his little boy lost look.

The girl stood at least five-ten. Her long honey-blond hair highlighted eyes of dark amber. She gave him a direct look, no hint of shyness. She looked familiar and then he realized she reminded him of a young Sharon Stone.

Her eyes seemed to swallow him. His breath caught. His brain scrambled around for something more to say. She offered her hand, saving him embarrassment.

“I’m Rachel Givens and you’d be?” She smiled.

Vince grinned, loving the cool touch of her fingers. “Vince Pollazo. We just moved here.” 

“I got that part. Hi Vince. Hope you like Bell’s Grove. Go straight. The office is the third door on the left.” She tossed her hair and pointed.

“Thanks. Hope I see you around.” He fought to control his eyes. No matter how hard he tried they dropped to her chest.

“That’s a possibility,” Rachel smiled, watching his eye movement. “You look like football material. I’m sure Coach will check you out, too. If you make the team you’ll see me. I love watching you big, rough guys bump into each other. Bye.” She tossed her hair again and rolled down the hall.

Vince watched her hips until she disappeared into a group of students. He smiled as he turned toward the office. Slow down, man. Since leaving Aiken, each morning he made that promise to the dressing room mirror.

What’s a guy supposed to do when he meets a Rachel Givens? he wondered. A girl who pushes all his buttons? He decided scoping out the other girls wouldn’t hurt. Might take his mind off those great tits and hot ass.

Pushing through the door of Administration a vagrant thought tugged at his memory. There was something else about that girl, something familiar and it had nothing to do with Sharon Stone.