Rebecca

What is the meaning of being odd? Its a question Rebecca has come to ask herself since she doesn't fit in, it didn't really matter, but she couldn't help wonder how it would be to walk with her kind.

She sat watching the football players ram each other after the whistle blew, grunts and heaves, the sound of hard plastic colliding, then the cheers from the crowd as the quarterback made it through.

She clasped her ears, they where loud, and Rebecca found this game boring, what's the idea behind ramming each other like that anyway!?

The final siren sung and the home team won, secretly she wanted them to lose, now though it's going to be party all night, and Tiffany will not let her go, not a chance.

"They did it!" She yelled next to Rebecca.

"Good, now you can go get laid right?"

"Oh show some spirit Becky! The men will be pumped up with ego, you can easily score one here if you wear a shirt that exposes your boobs more!"

Rebecca shyly covered het ample chest, she didn't want any of it, no men gawking over her, she wanted peace, if there was one thing she'd stay for it would be to drink some beer, but she had no money...

Sighing she took out her phone and speed dialed her foster mother.

"Tell me they lost?"

"They won ma"

"Oh goodie, you're probably phoning me for some cash?"

"And that I'm staying here for longer yes"

There was a sigh "I'll be over in half an hour, west gate"

"Thanks ma"

"Why not get a boy to spoil you rotten? Seduce them with those pretty eyes?"

"I hate these eyes"

"Why, because they draw too much attention?"

"Of course"

Her mother have a sneaky laugh.

"Are you on your way?"

Her mother only went silent.

"Ma?"

"I'm coming~ just keep your panties clean"

"Pff!" Rebecca put the phone back in her pocket without closing the line, knowing that pisses her mother off, then being reminded by her mother of her heterochromia she took out her aviators and shoved them over her eyes.

"Becky! Why do you always hide them!?" Tiffany asked getting up with the crowd.

"Because I can"

"You should gain more confidence in yourself, your eyes are pretty"

"What's so pretty hey? You look in the mirror and see pretty brown all round, when I see my eyes they dart to one another, blue, green, blue, green, It's annoying!"

"Its sexy~" Tiffany said swaying her hips seductively.

Rebecca only grunted, she had to give it to the tall brunette, if there was a scale measuring prettiness in girls, Tiffany would score a healthy 9/10 she was stunning. And if Rebecca had to shave anything off her beauty, it would be because she has this stubborn need to be friends with her, fuck knows why, but atleast she wasn't completely alone thanks to that.

The crowd now moved down the grandstand to send off the losing team, Rebecca only followed Tiffany who was in with the spirit of course.

"You lost! Get lost! You lost! Get lost!" She chanted with the crowd, Rebecca found it repulsive, bad team spirit, and she did this with her hands high, popping up and down like the cheerleader she was, her hips confidently swaying left and right.

Rebecca couldn't help have her eyes follow those perky hindquarters, she was the complete opposite of her, Tiffany being tall, slender, perky B cups and a tight ass, Rebecca was shorter, toned with lean muscle, and unlike Tiffany's plush light skin her native American mother handed her the same complexion. 

Rebecca had a strategy with her choice of clothes, Daisy Duke jeans exposed her muscular legs so the men would look there before they looked at her ample bossom, which she hid under a proper fit black t-shirt, that and the muscles that seem to run in harmony up her legs, passes under her jeans and without a bumb or fall ended right under her ribcage, the T-shirt serving a double purpose in hiding that as well.

Somewhere during her daydream she lost Tiffany in the crowd, but it didn't matter, as the bus left the students dispersed to various trailers set up that sells alcohol, Rebecca gave a step but remembered she needed money first, so she waited in that spot for the call.

"Becky!" Her friend's voice pierced the ambient babble, behind Tiffany Daniel was being dragged, quarterback landed it seems.

"You'll be ok right?" She asked and Rebecca nodded.

"Have a blast Tiffy"

With a giggle she left with the bigger man, Rebecca wanted someone much bigger and stronger than she was, king quarterback Daniel was a big badass, but he was a badass on occasion only, especially on days like this when his dick seems to annoy him too much, and... When he drinks he becomes an asshole, so to balance out her physique she wanted the perfect guy, but truth is she was rather picky when it came to men.

Her hand came to her mouth, he had to be strong, a total badass, careless, cold blooded but not a vampire, heartless but alive, selfish enough to kill a puppy but have enough sympathy to spare a monster... She giggled at herself "I'm a freak"

An arm came around her neck, feeling its thickness made her stand, she knew it was another football player.

"Your partner in crime abandoned you" Benson said and she smiled up to him.

"She went thataway, chasing quarterback tail" Rebecca said pointing, thanks to her relationship with Tiffany she knew all the football players, and they knew her.

"Oh, good for her, means I can buy you a drink right?" He asked and her ears twitched, a drink? Time to use the tenacious Tiffany tactics and try to score some here, she folded her arms purposefully lifting her bust, and his quick glance down told her she had him.

"Careful, I bite" she said, that was actually a fair and honest warning.

"Oho! Kinky hey? How bout I buy you that drink for a kiss?"

She gave it thought "Hm, buy me two, and I'll make that kiss worth while, and I promise I won't bite, too hard" she bartered with a wink.

Benson chuckled then guided her to the nearest beer stand "Since when are you this open?"

She frowned at him "Are all of you football players stupid or what?"

He laughed "Stupid hey?"

"I've been here for how long Benson, you know me as long as you know Tiffany, yet you all don't make a move? All of you? What's wrong? Do I scare you?"

Benson held his mouth laughing away from her "You know you have a point"

"Thanks, you're the smarter one so far, congratulations" she said with a giggle.

This is it! They came to the trailer, all she needed was him to buy the beer, hand it to her, then she'll ditch him.

Pretend to go to the ladies room, the 'I'll be right back' routine, then when he's out of sight she'll slip away to head west and meet her mother.

Benson handed her the two cups and reached for his own, but turning to her made him blink when he saw the first one empty back on the counter.

"Wow that was quick!" He said surprised.

"I don't take shit" she said sipping at the second to make it last.

He only shook his head "You know, you always look like a police officer with those teardrops on"

She subconsciously shifted the glasses higher "A police officer? I was going for the Maverick look really"

"Maverick?"

"Yeah, I want to be a fighter pilot, might as well Maverick up right?"

He laughed "You watched Top gun?"

"Who didn't?" 

He held his hands wide "Every girl on campus!"

"They don't know what they're missing then, that's not a movie all about jets and missiles, there's a nice romance to it as well"

"Oh, the romance, now I get it"

She shrugged "But I like the Tomcat a lot, its my favorite fighter jet, so the romance was just a bonus"

"You're not a normal girl are you?" He smiled.

She returned a sly smile and sipped slowly at her beverage "You have no idea"