The National Academic Championship

I was 16 years old, 5’10” and 170 lbs. Straight ‘A’ student, captain of the basketball team, popular and good looking. So what the hell was I doing in the principal’s office about 5 minutes away from getting suspended?

“I WANT HIM OUT OF HERE” yelled Mr. Stevens…my asshole history teacher. “HE CONTINUES TO DISRESPECT ME IN FRONT OF MY CLASS…THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS HAS HAPPENED…AND YOU PRINCIPAL THOMAS HAVE DONE NOTHING ABOUT IT”!

I could see Principal Thomas was not happy with Mr. Stevens bellowing and said, “Ok Mr. Stevens, that’s just about enough, you can go back to your classroom and I’ll take it from here”. Principal Thomas walked over to his office door, opened it and gestured to Mr. Stevens to leave. As Mr. Stevens stomped out of the office, Principal Thomas stuck his head out the door and asked his secretary to call Ms. Niles and get her to come to his office immediately. The principal shut his door and was making his way back to his desk, while saying to me, “Well Mr. Sanchez, you certainly have a way of getting under Mr. Stevens skin. Why do you continue to torment him like this”?

I paused for a second, contemplating whether I should tell the truth or give a politically correct answer. Screw it, I’m telling the truth, “Because he is an arrogant asshole with a Napoleon complex and a really bad comb over”.

A slight smirk escaped from Principal Thomas, but gathered himself and calmly said, “I understand Mr. Stevens is…not the most popular teacher, but that doesn’t give you the right to disrespect him”

“Wow” I said, “Mr. Stevens picks on kids in class when they don’t know the answer and continues to demean them. All I do is correct him when he gets history facts wrong. It’s not my fault that he’s a history teacher that doesn’t know that much about history! He just hates the fact that I make a fool of him in front of everybody and give him a dose of his own medicine”

Just then, there was a knock on the principal’s door. “Come in” said Principal Thomas. “Ahh, Ms. Niles, would you please join us”. Ms. Niles was the English teacher. She was in her mid-30s, about 5’5” and around 150 lbs. with dark hair just past her shoulders and glasses with rims that matched her hair. Above average looking, but certainly nothing special. Ever since she was divorced a few years ago, she has headed up almost every extra-curricular activity or event, most likely to keep herself busy.

Principal Thomas had a devilish look on his face as he waited for Ms. Niles to take a seat. “I’m sure you know Ricky Sanchez” he said to Ms. Niles, as he gives me a nice healthy slap on my back. “Ricky was just telling me how much he likes history. That got me to thinking about our discussion Ms. Niles, where you were saying you were one person short for the academic team”.

Oh god, I know where this is going. All I could do was put my head in my hand and close my eyes. Principal Thomas continued, “Since Mr. Sanchez is so good at history and has A’s in all his other classes, he kindly volunteered to be the last member of your academic team”.

“That’s wonderful” said Ms. Niles. “We have four days to prepare for the Regional Competition and if we do well enough, we would then get to compete at the National Championship”.

“That sound great” exclaimed Principal Thomas. With a big, sarcastic smile on his face, he turns to me and says, “Ricky, it looks like you’re going to be having a lot of fun for the next two weeks”.

“TWO WEEKS” I yelled. “But sir, I have basketball…that means I’m going to miss two games”!

“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to your coach” said the principal. “Besides, it’s better spending two weeks on the academic team, then two weeks suspended. Plus I know colleges don’t like seeing suspensions on your record, no matter how good your grades are or what sports you played. Maybe we should call your parents to ask for their opinion. What do you think Ricky”?

What choice did I have, “fine I’ll do it” I groaned. My plan was really not to do much of anything for this academic team. If we didn’t do well at the Regionals, then I wouldn’t have to go to the Nationals which would mean only one week I would have to be in hell.

Instead of going to basketball practice after school, I now have to go to this ridiculous academic team. I didn’t even know who was on the team or how many kids there were, all I could think about is how much I was going to get teased for this from all of my friends. I make my way to room 156, walk in to see Ms. Niles and two other girls.

“That’s it” I said. “Only three people on a team”?

“Welcome Ricky”, said Ms. Niles. “You know Krista and Linda, don’t you”?

“Yes ma’am, I do”, sighing as I took a seat. Krista has been the smartest kid all throughout school, so I really wasn’t that surprised to see her. Linda on the other hand, I knew was a good student but not what I would consider a braniac. I am pretty sure I had better grades then her. Krista was about 5’6” and 120 lbs. blonde shoulder length wavy hair and blue eyes, with smallish tits and a decent body. Linda was about 5’3” and maybe 110 lbs. blonde shoulder length curly hair with greenish blue eyes, again small tits but decent body. They did have one feature they shared…absolutely wonderful heart-shaped asses. They could both easily fit the designation of the German schoolgirl next door. Mind you they weren’t bad looking, they were cute, but I didn’t see them that way because they weren’t part of the ‘in-crowd’. Yes I was shallow back then, but what kid wasn’t who was part of that crowd. Plus, gossip would fly if you dated anyone like Krista or Linda.

If I was interested in either of them, I probably wouldn’t be able to talk to them. You would think I would be the typical arrogant, loud mouth, high school jock…but I wasn’t. In fact I was just the opposite, a bit shy. Especially with girls that I liked. I pretty much had ‘no game’ when it came to talking to girls I liked. Every girlfriend I had was because they pursued me. Whenever I would try to talk a girl I was fond of, the words just wouldn’t come out or they would come out all wrong. So with Krista and Linda, we got a long fine because there was no expectations.

After the first hour of Ms. Niles drilling us with questions, it was clear what each of our strengths were. Linda was really good at geography and oddly…religion. It didn’t seem like she was religious and she certainly didn’t act that way. I was good at general history and since I was into sports and the girls were not even close, I landed all the sports questions. Krista pretty much handled everything else. I did get one or two science and math questions, but just because I beat Krista to the punch. It’s not like she didn’t know the answer.

We practiced for the next few days, where I was getting along fine with the girls and even Ms. Niles. Most of the time, I tried to figure out different ways to look at Linda and Krista’s assess. And to tell you the truth, being on this team wasn’t that bad and somewhat fun. But still not as fun as basketball. So, I decided to stick to the plan and try to not do too much at Regionals. The competition was over the course of two days and since it was locally, there was no overnight stay, just a 20 mile ride. The top 3 teams were going to Nationals, but there was only about 35 teams competing, which I thought was low. I asked Ms. Niles why there aren’t more teams.

She explained to me, “Believe it or not, not many schools have teams, because not a lot of kids want to join the academic team”

My response was a sarcastic, “Reeaally” in which I don’t think she got.

“Yes” she said. “If you didn’t join us, our school would not have sent a team. So, thank you Ricky” as Ms. Niles gave me a little one handed waist hug. She knew that I didn’t actually join the team, I was forced to be here, but I think in her mind she wanted to believe that I joined of my own free will. The nice thing was both Krista and Linda wore tight short skirts that accentuated there asses perfectly…so I was happy.

The rules were simple, one team plays another having to win 2 out of 3 rounds. Each round consisted of 5 minutes of questions and the winner having the most questions correct. If there is a tie, you continue in 2 minute rounds until there is a winner.

Okay, we’re up. Much to my dismay, the first question was about sports and the answer was so fucking obvious, it was Jim Brown, one of greatest football players of all time. I sighed loudly as I knew it right away, but stuck to the plan. I didn’t say anything, the problem was the other team didn’t say anything either. Both Krista and Linda leaned over to me and asked if I knew it. About 8 seconds went by and I couldn’t take it anymore and hit the buzzer. I just couldn’t do it. It was like intentionally losing a basketball game and I couldn’t live with that. My competitive juices took over.

The good news is we won…the entire Regional Competition. The bad news is, we won the entire Regional Competition. Sigh, basketball is just going to have to wait a little longer.

The best part about it, the girls were so excited, they were jumping up and down and hugging me. I decided to take advantage of the situation and grabbed each of their asses. They didn’t seem to mind (and neither did my dick) so I just kept my hands there for as long as possible.

A few days later, we are off to the National Academic Championship. It was being held in Montreal from Thursday to Sunday, so we we’re going to have stay in a hotel. Everyone was excited. I was still excited that I had Krista and Linda’s ass cheeks in each hand. When we got to the hotel, it was attached to the convention center so we really didn’t have to travel anywhere which was nice because it was really cold and snowing outside.

We were walking around the hotel and convention center, meeting other teams, coordinators and judges. I noticed a bunch of girls checking me out here and there. Most of them were pretty nerdy types, but there were a few who were really cute. I didn’t put too much thought into it because my name is Ricky ‘no game’ Sanchez. It’s not like I was going to talk to them. The other thing I noticed were a lot of guys checking out Linda and Krista. Hey, I knew they weren’t bad looking but I didn’t think they were that great. Or maybe I was wrong? It didn’t really matter because none of the guys were coming up and talking to them…they seemed just as bad as talking to girls as I was or maybe worse. The weirdest thing was Ms. Niles was pretty much flirting with every adult male she came in contact with. Linda, Krista and I noticed it and we came to the conclusion she was getting ready for a slutty weekend.

All of a sudden I get a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and it was a guy who worked for the hotel, probably in his early 20’s. He asked what was going on here. I explained to him about the National Academic Championship. We ended up talking for a while just going back and forth and found out his name is Roy. He then said, “Man, there are a lot of sweet girls here, I wouldn’t mind meeting some. Can you introduce me”? I told him that I didn’t know a lot of them here. “Doesn’t matter” Roy said, “you’re part of the competition, just go up to them, introduce yourself as a fellow competitor and say this is your friend Roy”. I didn’t have a good feeling about doing that and was hesitating. All of a sudden I heard someone calling me and it was Ms. Niles waiving me over. I told Roy, I’ll catch up with him later. Phew, saved by Ms. Niles.

The competition was about to start, well it was actually a mini competition. The champions in each Region were going to compete in a mini-tournament to determine seating position. It went really well for us and we ended up getting the #4 seed. Which was awesome, because that gave us a bye all the way to the final tournament on Sunday. Two days off! The girls were again really excited, jumping up and down and hugging me. Well, it worked once, let’s see if it works again! I grabbed Linda’s left ass cheek with my right hand and Krista’s right ass cheek with my left hand. This time, I put a little harder squeeze on them…which in turn they gave out a little yelp. Unfortunately, I couldn’t keep it there as long as last time because Ms. Niles was running over to hug us.

We went to the hotel restaurant for a little victory party. Ms. Niles was going on and on about how proud she was of us. Everyone was in a great mood and it felt like we just won the whole thing although we had a long way to go. We were starving and looked at the menu to order something. Ms. Niles says, “You guys get anything you want and charge it to my room”.

“You’re not joining us”, I asked?

She said, “No, I am actually going to have dinner with some of the other coaches, so I am going to go upstairs and get ready. I’ll check in on you guys before I leave”. The girls and I smiled as we knew this was phase one of her slut weekend.

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