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Oh heck no. No hecking way! Stephanie Lauter was pregnant! She had to be why would she be sick this morning if she wasn't? She didn't have to worry though. She might be intimidated by the consequences of her sins but Grace Chasity knew just what to do! She'll find a trusted adult who can help Steph deal with her surprise and she'll make sure that everyone knows about it, that way Steph will have a huge support system. After all what are friends for? Grace rushed through the halls of Hatchetfield High carefully reviewing her plan and thinking of how to execute it perfectly. The first step is to find the perfect person to tell. Who would be best to help Steph? As she looked for the perfect person Grace paid little attention to her steps as she moved forward. She was making an important plan and God would understand and guide her feet for her. But God must have been busy at that moment. She suddenly felt herself slipping on the ground. Her reflexes weren't fast enough to catch herself, so she was fudged! As she hit the ground she felt a sharp pain and heard a pop in her ankle. She looked up and saw everyone pass her by in the hallway, some even trying to hide a chuckle at seeing the nerdiest prude of them all stuck on the ground. Grace didn't have many friends outside of her church. It seemed people were just intimidated by how holy she was. That's why she needed to help Steph! Steph was always nice to Grace, she never laughed at her, and sometimes she would even wave to Grace in the hallway sometimes! No other kids her age really did that for her. Well except for one other person at Hatchetfield High.
Ahhh, this school is the perfect domain for an 18 year old boy to have total control over! After all, the nerds simply needed someone to keep their asses in check. They cannot be out stumbling in the halls thinking that they were worth shit. Max was worth something. He was the star quarterback, the most popular boy in school and he's a fucking Jägerman! He has to be worth something.The nerdy prudes needed to know that they were below him, to stay in their fucking place. So he spent most of his time between classes lurking in the halls trying to find some nerds to prey on. So far he wasn't seeing any nerds making the mistake of walking down one of his hallways, but he did see something that he liked from far away, a one Grace Chasity. Now most people would say that Grace was the nerdiest prude of them all, but that wasn't for them to decide. Max was the judge, jury, and executioner, he decides who is cool and who's not, and in his book Grace was just–where would he even begin with her? If anyone at school were to ask him it be just so simple, she's hot and repressed(and everyone knows repressed chicks are the biggest freaks), a winning combo. But if he asked himself why he liked her he could never figure it out. All the things he would tell other people were true, anyone who had eyes could see that she was like the hottest bitch in Hatchetfield. He just felt something else he couldn't place. What was it about her that just draws him in so fucking much? He didn't have much more time to ponder it though, as he realized that Grace had fallen on the floor. A few people in the hall were chuckling at her or the ground, Max would have to kick their asses later, and everyone else just seemed to pass her by. What the hell? Does no one in this school but him have any goddamn shovelry? As soon as he got close enough to her Max reached his hand out to help Grace up.
"Hey Grace! Do you need some help down there?"
Grace glanced at him as she tried her hardest to pull herself off the ground. She was very determined to get herself up, but that shit was not gonna work. By how swollen her ankle looked there was no way she could hold herself up on her feet.
"Oh I'm sure that won't be necessary! But thanks anyways for the offer!"
She started to stand up on her feet but the moment she had put pressure on her swollen ankle she let out a yelp of pain and sat back down on the ground. She didn't even have to say that she changed her mind because Max was fucking on it. He picked up all of her books off the ground and then lifted her off the ground and let her lean on his shoulder. He never thought he'd live to see this glorious fucking day. He was holding Grace Chasity's books and walking her to class!