High School Development: Chapter 13

[Aardvark2]

The final chapter! :-( Yup, it's over. I've decided to end it here. I have loved writing this story and getting all your positive comments. At the risk of sounding terribly cliche, I hope everyone has enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! This is the end, for now, but I am not ruling out spinoffs or sequels. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Enjoy!

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PREVIOUS CHAPTERS:

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12

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Katrina and Scott walked up the steps to his spacious house. ?It?s been an awesome night, Scotty.? Word had gotten out that Scott had been called Scotty when he was younger, and every girl he dated went off running with it. ?I can?t remember the last time I had so much fun.? Scott grinned and stuck his key in the keyhole, and was surprised to find it already unlocked. ?Weird.?
?What is, babe??
?The house is unlocked. Mom always locks it when Dad?s on a business trip. She says it makes her feel safer.?
They opened up the door and walked in, and were greeted by an eerie silence. ?Mom? Mom?! Are you okay??
Katrina and Scott?s pace quickened as they walked through the house. Scott flipped on the kitchen lights and saw not his, but Owen?s mother, standing behind the counter. ?Mrs. Evans? What?s going on??
Katrina felt Scott?s grip around her hand tighten, and she leaned in closer to him.
?Oh, Scotty?we tried to call you, but you weren?t answering your phone.? The music in the club drowned out the ring, Scott reasoned. Mrs. Evans continued. ?But, Scott?it?s your father. I didn?t want to have to tell you this. He was driving home from the airport and he fell asleep at the wheel. Your mom?s at the hospital?? Scott went into a state of shock. The whole room went blurry, he could see Mrs. Evans lips moving but he couldn?t hear what she was saying. It wouldn?t register in his mind.

He grabbed Katrina?s hand and they sprinted out to the car. Scott jumped into the driver?s seat but Katrina reached in and grabbed his arm. She pulled, but he was too big a man to move that easily. ?Scott, I?m driving. You?re not fit to.? He looked up at her, his lips slightly parted, big tears streaming down his face. ?You?re?you?re right?? He slid over to the passenger seat and she jumped in, adjusted the seat, and peeled out.

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Jamie had snorted some of the ?jock powder? ten minutes ago. He lay on his bed, his abs going up and down, his golden body greasy with sweat. His eyes filled with tears as he thought about the happiness of his old, carefree life, before all his friends got sexy on him. Then, his body spasmed, and he let out a loud moan. His hands went straight down to his long, hard cock, and he initiated the changes.

But then, something strange started to happen. He could feel his already-gorgeous muscles popping out and becoming bigger and even more defined. He moaned with even more ecstacy as the new memories popped into his head ? football camp in sixth grade, his first kiss, the various games they?d won, state?

His pecs pushed against his arms, and his whole body stretched to grow another inch. He continued to moan and sweat, his large hands pumping away with gusto. He finally screamed with pleasure and released, and lay on his bed panting and laughing at the same time.

Suddenly, he was aware of two things: Whitney was in bed next to him, and he still had his old memories intact. His mind had split and developed the memories of a successful, junior jock, but he still had all the recollections of his previous geeky self. He laughed and felt Whitney wrap her arms around his chest. This had turned out better than he?d hoped ? now, he?d fit in anywhere. She ran her finger over his plump lips and nestled up on his chest. He ran his thick hand through her blonde hair, and then, the intimate moment was interrupted by his cell phone ringing. ?Sorry, baby.? Whitney looked annoyed. ?Hello?? There was a long silence, and Jamie?s face clouded. ?Oh, shit?? Whitney?s face became concerned. ?What?s going on, Jamie??
Jamie didn?t answer but kept listening to his phone. ?Okay, yeah?that fuckin? sucks.? He flipped his phone shut.
?That was Katrina?Scott?s Dad died early this morning. His car went off the road when he was driving home from the airport.?
Whitney was speechless.

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Scott lay naked in bed, his face red from crying. He looked down at his perfect body, with his eight pack, symmetrical pectorals, thick legs, thick cock...it was nothing to him without his Dad. His Dad had been the one who?d encouraged his football, taught him how to throw a spiral, bought him his equipment. And then, he realized, that?s why he?d have to continue. He needed to support his father?s legacy and make his mother proud.

He rolled out of bed and washed off his face, then grabbed his Dad?s bathrobe. It had been his Christmas present last year to his Dad, and now he was going to use it. The green silk felt good and wrapped tightly around his nude skin. Scott was a bigger man than his Dad, and the bathrobe was tighter than it should?ve been, but he didn?t care. He tied it around his waist and looked down at his chest peeking through. It was the first time he actually felt like an adult.

He walked into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee, then his mom walked in and kissed him on the cheek. ?You look so much like your father right now.? She smiled, as if she was about to cry. ?Only you?re more handsome because you have my eyes.? He grinned and stood up to his full, six-three height, towering over her. He wrapped his powerful arms around her and she hugged him back, burying her face in his chest and crying. ?I?m so glad that you?re here, Scotty?I don?t know what I?d do if I didn?t have you to comfort me. What if you were still just that little boy I remember? It?s like you grew up overnight. But I?m so glad I have a big, strong son like you.? Then she stopped talking, and just cried and cried. Finally, she straightened up and backed away. ?Thanks?I feel better.? She sputtered a little and looked him in the eye. ?You need to shave before the funeral, sweetie.?
Scott rubbed his hand across his bristly chin. ?Oh, yeah. I will.?

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The funeral was an emotional affair. Scott sat with his mother in the front row, his arm around her and his large hand clasped firmly on her petite shoulder. His whole team sat behind him ? Jamie, Wes, Logan, Owen, Patrick, Casey ? in their suits, with their large chests and big arms filling out their jackets, and their ties tightened around their thick necks. All their fathers couldn?t stop talking about how proud they were of their sons, and their mothers cooed over how handsome they looked. Many tears were shed by all.

Afterward, Scott and his mother stood outside and greeted the attendees, thanking them. Coach Hughes pumped Scott?s hand vigorously. ?Your father was a good man, Scott. I know you?ll be just as good a man as he was. We?re going to win that championship for him, aren?t we, sport??
Scott flashed his white teeth. ?You bet.?

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The team stormed through the championships, blanking previous state champions and embarrassing all their opponents. The team was more unified than ever before by the death of Scott?s father. They wore black bands on their jerseys and gave each other support throughout the game. Gone was the trashtalking of each other, and the fucking of each other?s girlfriends for revenge. For the first time, the jocks were a team. The cheerleaders would all steal quick kisses to their boyfriends after a successful game, their mothers would take pictures of their sons and daughters and their fathers would watch their sons with pride, and chuckle with slight disapproval at their little girls? sexy dance routines. The unity was unstoppable.

It would be a good, exciting ending to say the state championship game was incredibly close and decided in the closing seconds, but it would be a lie. Owen played as close to a perfect game as a quarterback could, and was named MVP. Coach Hughes fired them up with a perfect pregame speech beforehand, the crowd was at a frenzied pitch, and the momentum was at an all-time high. The jocks steamrolled the other team and won another state championship.

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At the football banquet the next week, the team received their honors and individual awards. Logan won the ?Up and coming Award,? honoring the next great collegiate players, and Owen won Coach?s Choice. Best Junior went to Jamie. As he walked up on stage, with the applause ringing in his ears, he felt the biggest sense of pride he had ever felt. ?I?m so proud of our team, and I can?t wait to win another championship next year.? He looked down at Casey and Scott. ?We have awesome juniors. We?re unstoppable. Thanks, Coach Hughes, for being such a great teacher?you?ve made me love football.?

The audience burst into applause, and the team posed for a final team photo, in their suits and most of the seniors wearing hats for their future colleges. Casey slapped Wes on the back. ?I?m gonna miss you, man. When you?re back on break, let me know.? Wes smiled. ?Will do.?

Almost all the cheerleaders had a boyfriend on the team. Brittany kissed Owen, Mallory kissed Logan, and Katrina walked up to Scott, who pulled her in close. ?Thanks for being there, Katrina. I love?? He stopped. ?Whoa. I love you.? He?d never said that to any other girl before. Evidently, this one was special Katrina smiled and kissed him. ?I love you too.? Scott grinned and kissed her again, more passionately this time. It was going to be a good senior year, he could tell.

Logan and Owen put their arms around each other and grinned, then Logan pinched the brim of Owen?s USC cap. ?I?ll see you in the fall, dude.?

[Leminnes]

Once again... very very very very (etc.) good! I loved it... I just kinda wish you didn't end it so suddenly. I hope you start writing another one. I want to see more writing from you...

[omelissokomos]

As the saying goes, All good things...

Thanks for another great story Aardvark. As a long-time fan of your work, I'm eager to see what you'll embark on next.

[jacestar]

very nice, a sweet ending that doesn't dissapoint in the least, good show

[Aardvark2]

Originally Posted by jacestar

very nice, a sweet ending that doesn't dissapoint in the least, good show

Originally Posted by omelissokomos

As the saying goes, All good things...

Thanks for another great story Aardvark. As a long-time fan of your work, I'm eager to see what you'll embark on next.

That is exactly what I love to hear Thanks for reading the story and pressuring me to write new chapters