As there's disturbance outside in the school backyard, I went down the sidewalk and went back to the school building through the back entrance. I then walk a few steps before I went into the men's bathroom. (Yeah, they don't call the bathroom for my gender "boys bathroom" nor the bathroom for the opposite gender "girls bathroom" but instead they call boys' bathroom 'men's bathroom' and girls' bathroom 'women's bathroom'. This is because....we as teens are growing to become adults. So this was appropriate.) When I went inside, the smell of a stench starts coming through the nostrils. At the same time, I hear a sound of flush, indicating that someone is here, using one of the toilets. Then the person exits out of the stall, fully dressed up again, revealing to be the male cheerleader.
"Sorry, bro," the male cheerleader said as he comes out of the stall. "I was engaging in the essential act of physiological release."
"That's okay," I said. "The smell won't bother me that much."
The male cheerleader nodded before quickly walking towards the commercial soap dispenser wall mount and press the button with the back of his left hand, with the soap coming through his right hand. He then starts rubbing the soap altogether before he walks towards the sink.
I then walked towards him as he starts watching his hands; I already to begin recognizing him from the assembly from earlier.
"You're the male cheerleader, right?" I asked him.
"Huh?" he said as he glanced at me.
"You're the male cheerleader, right?" I repeated.
“Yeah, how do you like our cheerleader routine?” he asked.
“Well, I must admit it’s quite fascinating,” I commented honestly. "The notion of cheerleading as an art hasn't got to me until I saw you guys perform like hell."
“Most people don’t see cheerleading as art as well,” the male cheerleader replied while turning off the bathroom sink and shaking off the water from his hands. "It's more than just pom-poms,” he went on saying while walking to the dryer. ”There is a lot of athleticism and coordination required.” He then switched on the dryer button, the airflow of the dryer came on and he placed both his wet hands beneath it.
“I can imagine,” I told him. “It can only be that it is arduous.”.
Meanwhile, while I was talking to the male cheerleader in the men's bathroom, Cinnamon entered the school building with my pouch in her hand walking towards the men's bathroom door. Not the women's bathroom door. The men's bathroom door. To wait for me to come out and have her return my pouch. But when she almost got there, the same stench that is coming out of that bathroom starts to hit her like a sucker punch. (Did I tell you that these bathrooms don't have a vent inside there? No? Okay, these bathrooms don't have a vent inside there, which meant that the smell has creep through under the bathroom door, slightly engulfing parts of the hallway and hitting Cinnamon) She quickly starts waving her hand in front of her face as if to disperse the stench.
"Whew," Cinnamon whispered before she grab her t-shirt and pull it over her nose to block the smell from coming through her nostrils while walking a few steps back. At the same times she overhears our conversation from the men's bathroom.
Back at the men's bathroom where the stink doesn't bother me, me and the male cheerleader continue to have this said conversation.
"It's an energetic choreography, a performance constrained by coordinated exuberance and athletic accuracy," I continued. "Essentially, it is an expression of the spirit of the community—a choreographed celebration meant to raise everyone's level of awareness."
“Man, seems like you have some deep-ass thing on cheerleading, don’t you?” The male cheerleader said with his hands being dried.
"Yeah," I said. ‘It is also intriguing how it establishes a harmonized show from individual voices by harnessing the collective energy –a dance of unification.
Never considered it in that light,” he said as he approached me face to face with me before folded his arms across his chest. “I just think about it as a component of the game, yeah? About energizing people and whatnot.”
“Yes,” I responded, “But it’s a way of lifting spirits and much more.” ‘Musicality’ isn’t a misnomer here: it translates into a visually poetic choreographed show of the school spirit.
‘’You really seriously believe that?” He enquired. "I’ve always wanted to assume that people are merely entertained just by stunts and clapping."
“Stunts and applauses are not raw words of an oral language," I said. "But rather a langugae that speaks beyond the ordinary.” "Customary, symbolic and it serves the purpose pride and solidarity"
He narrow his eyes as he's considering the perspective.
"It never seemed that way to me," he said. "You seem to have a profound affection for someone that I typically find buried in a book."
"Don't you think that depth frequently hides in unexpected places?" I asked.
They have a quiet moment of reflection as the sound of their conversation reverberates through the men's bathroom..
Back at the hallway where Cinnamon is currently standing several blocks away from the men's bathroom door. Despite the stinky smell still lingering (although not much), she decided to pull her shirt off and brave the smell while decided to to unzip my pouch and open it to figure out what's inside. And what's inside is a pocket notebook that has the words "mini evil creature vocabulary" written all over on the cover. She slightly reacted with shock that someone...like me have a notebook that contains evil creature information.
"Wait? Did he know information about evil creatures in general?" She wondered.
She then opens to the first page and starts skim-and-scan through the mini pocket notebook.
Okay if you really want to know what's inside the notebook like Cinnamon does, here, let me show you:
Page 1: Blank Page
Pages 2-3: Demon: an evil spirit or devil, whoever is regarded as evil spirit that possesses a human being and those depicted to be in hell to torment the owner.
Pages 4-5: Undead: an entity in mythology or fiction or legend which has died and yet, is not able to behave as a dead person.
Pages 6-7: Monster: a beast or an ogre, someone who is big in size and most definitely in shape, with a look that is worthy of a horror movie.
Pages 8-9: Three specific localized mythological figures of particular interest were identified, namely Werewolves, which are in effect humans who turn into wolves or wolf-like characters more frequently at night especially during full moon, and who are mostly depicted as notorious and dangerous beings.
Pages 10-11: Vampires: Legendary creatures from folklore that specifically feed on the blood of individuals.
Pages 12-13: Zombies: creatures whose bodies are taken from graves and are often portrayed as creatures with no thoughts of their own apart from having to kill and feed on the living flesh. .
Pages 14-15: Dragons: While in some cultures it may associated with noble and wise attributes, in other cultures it may be used as symbolism for greed preservation. .
Pages 16-17: : Chupacabra – a creature mythical in Latin America that has the ability to suck the blood of any kind of animals.
Page 18: blank page
Intrigued with this information after reading, Cinnamon starts to find her smartphone....only to quickly realize that she doesn't bring it with her; her smartphone is at her purse. "Oh fuck me," she whispered to herself as she wants to capture every word and meaning through a camera as the mini notebook was mine and not hers. She then decided to read the mini notebook again for awhile so she can memorize the words and their meanings on her head as much as possible. But at the same time she doesn't want to get caught so she had to place the mini pocket notebook on top of my pouch as close as possible so when I come out of the bathroom she will put my notebook pack into my pouch as fast as she can.
Back at the men's bathroom again, we still having a quiet moment. Then the male cheerleader breaks his silence.
"Perhaps cheerleading is more than what I initially believed," he said.
"Maybe there's more to each person than what first meets the eye," I said. "So.. Do you encounter any misconceptions or prejudices as a male cheerleader?"
"Yes, without a doubt," he said with a nod. "Many times people assume that's not a "manly" thing to do. But part of the reason I adore it is how it defies those assumptions."
"That's commendable," I said. "Hey, I just wanted to express how incredibly awesome it is to see you out there representing the cheerleading squad, giving it your best and energizing the team with your enthusiasm. You've obviously put in a lot of hard effort, as evidenced by your passion and proficiency on the mat."
The male cheerleader listens again.
"I can understand that being a male cheerleader could provide a different set of difficulties, but your self-assurance and enthusiasm in overcoming them are incredibly motivating," I continued. "Your physical prowess and dedication to the team are majestic, and it's encouraging to see someone defying expectations and following their passion with courage. The whole team is lucky to have you around because of your skills as well as great liveliness and comradeship you exhibit. Your ability to follow your passion despite societal expectations speaks volumes of your personality. Keep shining, clapping and understanding that the initiative is greatly felt."
The male cheerleader listened while he began to smile.
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"Your squad is fortunate to have you for your abilities and for the immense vitality and camaraderie you bring to the team. Your character is admirable because of your ability to follow your passion despite social pressures that are trying to knock you down. Keep shining, keep clapping, and know that your efforts do matter. If you ever need to talk or share, know that I'm here for you."
The male cheerleader begins to nod. "Thanks," he said.
I nodded as well.
Now I will tell, from my point of view, about his physique. He got VERY IMPRESSIVE PECS and HARD-ROCK SIX-PACK ABS as well as BIG BICEPS AND TRICEPS, BORAD SHOULDERS and STRONG LEGS.
"You know, I could not help but see the exemplary equilibrium you uphold. It's as though the fortitude you possess outside of the gym is reflected in your physical strength," I said.
"I'm beholden for that viewpoint," he said as she uncross his arms. "Yes, there are many aspects to maintaining my health."
"I commend your commitment to shaping your physical appearance," I said. "Developed from your superior attention to detail and dedication to the cause, your pectoral muscles together with your well-sculpted abdominal region serve as indicators that you've composed a beautiful and mighty symphony."
"I appreciate you observing," he said. "I think that intellectual and physical endeavors can coexist peacefully."
I nodded.
"I can tell that you have a dedication to your physical appearance as well," he continued. "Very admirable."
"Thanks," I said.
Remember that I said that he's bigger then the rest of his cheerleading squad. Where the girls, as I would imagined, would be a little bit shorter than me. That meant that he was about half-head taler than me and a bit more meat on his body than me....and much more meat then the rest of the squad, who all have an average build.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"What's my name?" I prompted.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Calhoun," I said.
"Calhoun?" he said.
"Yeah, Calhoun," I said. "What's yours?"
"Cinnatopher," he said.
"Cinnatopher?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. His last name is Sanroaough.
"Nice to meet you Cinnatopher," I said.
"Nice to meet you too Calhoun," he said. "Well I'm off." He then starts walking past me and heading towards the exit.
I then turn around to watch him, only to notice that he has a very impressive junk in the trunk, probably above my size. "Hey!" I said.
He stops near the door and glanced over his shoulder, looking at me again.
"When I see your gorgeous body, it's very very impossible not to be mesmerized by the well-proportioned curves that adorn your posterior," I said.
Cinnatopher thought for a moment. "I suppose that the effort I put in took in increasing my posterior have really paid off," he said.
"Yeah," I nodded. "Ancient sculptors seem to have inspired this form as its elegance rising above the common and calling forth a feeling of endless beauty."
"Thanks, man," he said.
"No problem," I said as I head towards one of the urinals. When I did, he started to see the right side of my posterior, which immediately starting to get his attention.
"Hey it's also very very impossible not to be mesmerized by the well-proportioned curves that adorn your posterior as well," he said.
I glanced at him again as I thought for a moment..
"Your dedication to sculpting your posterior is quite admirable," he said.
"Thanks, man," I said.
"You're welcome," he said before he finally exit out of the men's bathroom while I'm finally start taking a beautiful piss.
Simultaneously, when Cinnamon heard the men's bathroom door open, she quickly closed my notebook and quickly put it back inside to my porch. But then when she glances up to see who had just come out, it turns out that it wasn't me but Cinnatopher, whom she doesn't know personally.
When Cinantopher saw a first glimpse of her and her physique, he immediately stopped as he caught off-guard by the impressibility of her body. "Dayyum!" He reacted. "You are undoubtedly the most formidable and statuesque female bodybuilder I have ever encountered, exhibiting nonpareil mightiness and stature. Pretty damn-ass impressive as fuck!"
She gave him an awkward smile in return. "Um, thanks," she said with a slight nervous chuckle. "But um..."
"You're welcome," he said. "Permit me for the opportunity to express my profound gratitude for your genuinely phenomenal presence. Your athletic agility, out of this world strength and majestic stature are an ingenious unveil of the harmonic blend of grace and energy. It is an honor to witness such an awesome substantiation of strength and dexterity."
And he can easily see that she is having longer height than him. Most of the time, he knows she is taller than the rest of the student body as if she stood head and shoulders above her peers. .. although he is not aware that there is yet another one that has the same muscle and body mass as her and probably a couple of others who either above or below. That just means he hasn’t met my mom….yet. Nor my aunt. At least for now.
"Oh, um, uh," Cinnamon said awkwardly. "Thanks a bunch," she replied. "I mean, I just lift stuff and eat a lot, you know? It's cool that you perceive it, though. Being big, strong, and tall has its legs, I guess. Nevertheless, thank you for the, um, compliment."
"You're welcome," he said. "I am inviting you to be a part of our cheerleading squad so that, together, we can spread enthusiasm and show the spirit of almost every game and maybe we'll win a championship."
“I appreciate the offer," she said. "But I'm more into pumping iron than waving pom-poms. My biceps have their own cheer routine and they're gonna be real head-turners. So I'll stick to muscle flexing on the stage, but you continue with the cheerleading and bring the spirit. I'll be here bench-pressing the competition."
“I appreciate for your pursuit in the facet of bodybuilding,” He mentioned. ”And I respect your commitment to weight lifting. Although our cheerleading squad would likely benefit from your resolve and musculature, I wholly understand and admire your decision.” “If you ever reconsider or would like to collaborate in a different capacity, the offer is still standing. You're always welcome. Good luck in everything, and I wish all the best with your future plans in weightlifting. May your journey in the world of bodybuilding continue to flourish”
She then turns around and watch him leave, only to notice the very same notice that I noticed a few minutes earlier. "Hey!" She shouted.
He stops and turns slightly around, glancing at her again.
"You have a great butt," she said with a half-smile on her face.
"Thanks," he said before he fully turn upfront several blocks away from her. "I would like to express my admiration for the impressive curvature of your muscular body, particularly the graceful prominence of your rear end. It's seen as the epitome of allure, a quintessential reminder of classical beauty found in the human form.
“Well, erm, thanks for the, hmm, poetic recognition of my… backside?” she asked. “That’s one way of saying it, I suppose,” she said as her face reddened the slightest of blush, an awkward feeling of being flattered washes over her.
He nodded. "I'll see you later," he said before he turns around again and finally walked out of the school building.
Just less then thirty seconds after he left, I finally come out of the men's bathroom.
She quickly turns back around to see me exiting out of there..
At the same time, I quickly caught a glimpse of her again. "Cinnamon?" I said.
"Yeah," she said. "Hey again, Calhoun."
"Hey again," I said as I stepped closer towards her. "Is there something going on you like to tell me?"
"Well....," she paused for a moment she zips my pouch. "...I just want to return you this," she said as she hands me my pouch.
Let me be honest, I was actually unaware that my pouch was missing up to this point so when I recognize it from her, I was shocked. Even if I was lucky not to know that my pouch was missing, I would still be in shock. Why? Probably because I would never thought I would be missing some stuff until someone finds it.
"How the fuck did my pouch get lost?" I asked her.
"Well your pouch got dropped as you were leaving the previous time with my BFF," she explained. "And I was gonna to give it back to you in the matter of a....um, less than a minute. But then I got bumped by some stupid-ass teacher. So I have to wait until you go to the bathroom for me to return it to you."
I paused as I thought for a moment. "Why can't your return it to me while I was at the picnic?" I asked.
"Because of my mom," she said with her eyes slightly widened.
"Ohhh," I said. "I see." I then take my pouch away from her. "Thanks, girl."
She nodded as she relaxed her eyes.
"Is my pouch in good condition?" I asked.
Before she could answer that, she suddenly lets out a VERY LOUD and VERY BASSY FART, causing her react with her eyes widened again in the matter of seconds. She went mortified as she pass gas right in front of me.
I went unfazed by her sudden eruption of a rather potent scent.
She then starts fanning the scent with her hand while feeling abashed by her farting while I was there. "Sorry, man," she whispered.
"That's okay," I said. "I'm fine with the smell."
Cinnamon quickly went thunderstruck. "You're what?!" she asked.
And then....she lets out ANOTHER LOUD AND BASSY FART, this time, SUPER POWERFUL! So much so that the sheer force of the fart has not only breezing her hand but also strong enough to blow not only the double swing doors but also blowing the locker doors in her fart's path. She quickly glanced over her shoulder, with a much more mortified look on her face, looking at what the sheer power of her fart is doing.
I already glanced at the sheer force of it as well, but still unfazed about it...because I have seen other girls and women having super powerful flatulences. I even knew this way before my first experience of a girl farting so this ain't shocking to me.
Less then seconds later, her super powerful farting has stopped and the sheer wind has dissipated along with that. While the double swing doors are very slowly swinging back, the locker doors are either leaving themselves as it is or slowly approaching to closing...but ending it stopped half-way there from a point. At the same time, the awful-ass stench begin to engulf almost the entire hallway. As soon as she quickly glanced back at me, the smell is starting to hit her like a car slam her, making her gag for a little while.
Me? I smell stenches that are pretty stronger but didn't threw me off. The smell of her farts though was starting to get too much for me. I did briefly fan my nose but otherwise never reacted with disgust.
"Oh god fuck," she whispered to herself, reacting in disgust as she pull her t-shirt over her nose again while having her her eyes shut.
"Well, that was quite a blast," I said. "Reminds me of my mom a few weeks ago when I watch her defeat a monster; hers was like a sonic boom."
Cinnamon opened her eyes again, glancing at me while still holding her t-shirt over her nose. This time in shock yet again, about what I just said. Wait, did he lives with his mom who farts much worse than me? she wondered to herself.
"Other than that," I continued. "I like that you have a greater-ass capacity to break a whole lotta wind."
"Well....at least I'm kinda glad that you didn't have a negative reaction," she muffed.
"What?" I asked as I didn't hear her clearly.
She then briefly and slightly move her t-shirt off her nose and mouth. "I said 'at least I'm kinda glad that you didn't have a negative reaction," she repeated, this time in a clear voice.
"Well, that's one way to break the ice, I guess," I said.
Then our conversation got interrupted by a voice of an evil creature coming from outside the school building.
"Dang, I can smell the awful-ass farts coming from an amazonian bitch," the evil creature said. "Whose ass that I need to kick this instant."
Apparently, the sheer smell of her farts has engulfed an area outside near the double swing doors.
Once Cinnamon has heard it, even from where she's inside several blocks away from the double swing doors - because she has SUPER HUMAN HEARING! - she went quiet. She then lets go off of her t-shirt as she went thunderstuck yet again, this time by a threat from said evil creature.
"Wait, you still feeling ashamed, Cinnamon?" I asked, unaware that she's thinking about said evil creature - that I also was unaware of as well - making a threat.
She didn't say anything, she quickly turn around and start walking away from me.
I immediately went confused as I watched did an about face and walks off. Was she still feeling ashamed by her super farting in front of me? Was she the smell of her farts getting worse for her? Does she feel ashamed about stinking up the hallway that she needs to bring fresh air by holding one of the swing doors? I probably don't know at this point. I started following her.
As I catch up to her, she begins to open one of the swing doors...and left the building. I'm reaching towards the same swing door that she opened - while said swing door slowly swings back again simultaneously - and I almost gonna open it...until I glance through the glass window and saw an evil creature - the same one that smell the awful farts and threatened to kick Cinnamon's ass...but I didn't know it until now - standing toe-to-toe with her. From the point on, everything takes an unexpected turn with the atmosphere growing tense as the evil creature locks eyes with Cinnamon through the glass window with its malevolent gaze sending shivers down my spine. And in that very short moment, I realize the danger she's facing, however to my surprise, Cinnamon, the same one who had bravely confronted the creature over the foul stench incident, stands toe-to-toe with the evil creature. She locks eyes with it with a strong-ass determination in her gaze. It buys me a moment to witness Cinnamon as she's unyielding and ready for action.