Hooksout

Ever had a fish on the line that got away – just when you thought you had it?

High school is full of moments you think will last forever, but instead, they disappear into the past. It all happens so fast. That first kiss couldn’t have been two whole weeks ago! Two years. Two decades?

You fall in love for the first time, get your first taste of alcohol, and experience your first heartbreak, learn to deal with gossip and rumors, figure out which clique you fit in with, and find out who your real friends are.

Most teenagers are so busy becoming adults, they don’t have time to worry about history or algebra. That’s why they’re scrambling for answers to last night’s homework assignment minutes before the bell rings.

Young, Fresh, and Fearless

The risks are great. Go for love and you might get your heart stomped. Take a chance with sex and wind up pregnant or worse. Go out for a night of heavy partying and end up in handcuffs next to a police officer who has your mom on the phone.

How is it possible that those years are both so wonderful and yet so terrible? The world is new and exciting and teenagers embrace it fearlessly, with arms and hearts wide open, minds ready to absorb every experience each disappointment.

From making out in the locker room to getting fake IDs, Hooksout brings you true stories set against the backdrop that is high school.

Hooksout, but school’s in!

Multiple times each week Hooksout presents a real story about the lives of high school students who are exploring their identities by experimenting with sex, drugs, and alcohol and exploring the boundaries of the relationships they’ve forged.

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The girls were soaked with sweat, they stood on the end-line bent-over, grasping for air—secretly they begged for it to be over. They hated the start of volleyball and the end and everything in-between. Most of all they hated that the coaches who sat in cushy chairs, sipping ice-cold water while barking like mad dogs as they ran for what seemed like hours. The intense heat in the gym combined with the smell of sweat was enough to make anyone barf; seeing three over-weight coaches in spandex put it over the top.

Marica tugged at her overly tight spandex and gave halfhearted encouragement to the freshman as they ran their last suicide. She and her twin sister Sarah had started since their freshman year which really wasn’t that significant given they had lost 54 straight matches—a record that was sure to last for awhile. The streak ended midway through their sophomore season with the start of a new streak—Winners of 39 straight matches and two consecutive state championship. They were the envy of other schools now. The twin long blonde hair and even longer legs made them the envy of every guy and girl in their school.

Sarah stepped from the shower and grabbed the towel off the shoulder of Marica. “I heard that new girl from Freemont had sex with every guy on the football team—even the coaches got in on the action.” “Sounds like fun to me,” Marica mumbled as she turned the blow dryer on. “Just think about Max Milligun being inside you and then go and throw-up,” Sarah said with a smirk. “I heard he’s huge in the area that counts the most,” Marica said with a serious look on her face. Sarah grabbed the digital camera off the bench and took a quick picture of Marica’s exposed breasts through the mirror. “You better delete that,” Marica threatened “It would be just like one of those cartoons where the bed folds up and falls through the floor because of all the weight,” Sarah said laughing.

Marica grabbed a florescent green bra from her locker and began to place it around her waist. “I heard that Mr. and Mrs. Breen are getting a divorce.” “I heard that too Sara said as she sent a text on her I-Phone. “Can you imagine finding out that your husband was having an affair for like three-years and to top it off it was with another guy?” Marica shook her head in disbelief and shouted “gaaross!”  “I bet Terry would like to just die instead of having to live through all that stuff.”

Mandy hated the thought of starting the new school year; the daily fashion shows, the latest “coolest” tattoos, the new “best” couples and those summer sex rumors that swirled around the hallways. Even the clean, almost new look of the school bugged her; it was all so fake. Maybe it was the truths she really feared. How would she answer the questions that were sure to come from Lora and Stacy?

Mandy had resisted going “all the way” for her first three-years of high school and had successfully brushed off the daily barbs from Lora and Stacy who regularly bragged about their sex adventures. She was close once during her eighth grade year, but Steve, a senior didn’t have a condom and when he tried it had hurt so bad that they had to stop. She had asked Lora and Stacy if she was still a virgin and was wholeheartedly convinced that you are indeed a virgin until the guy “finished” in you. I wondered how many times Lora and Stacy had done it before they were no longer virgins.  

Mandy had been dating Ben for eight months, but secretly had had a crush on him since before they were in school. He lived across the street and they had been friends since they were five. Mandy had long-ago convinced herself that Ben was the one she would “do it with” first. Ben was a bit of a loner so she wasn’t worried about him blabbing to his friends; he really didn’t have any friends to speak of. Mandy was more concerned about how she could convince Ben that she wanted to “do it” and “do it” with him.

Mandy had an indoor hot-tub and it was the one place she would let Ben place his hands wherever he wanted on her body even though her parents watched T.V. from a few feet away. Ben often thought that either Mr. or Mrs. Taylor were stupid or really didn’t care if he violated their daughter in front of them; they had to know. Ben was apprehensive at first; it had been Mandy that had placed his hand inside her swimsuit the first time. Ben was slow at catching on to Mandy’s hints; she had even bought jeans that had a Velcro opening, demonstrating to Ben how easily they opened. Ben was more amazed that a pair of jeans could cost $125. 

Ben leaned across the tub, brushed softly and swiftly against Mandy’s breasts and turned the knob that caused the water surface to blister with air. It had become their sign. “My mom and dad are going to the cabin this weekend” Mandy whispered into Ben’s ear. “What should we do?” Ben asked as he moved his hand inside Mandy’s swimsuit.  Mandy laid her head back against the edge of the hot tub, took a long, deep breath and said “anything you want.”

T and D Tattoos and Body Piercing were well known by the high school kids. T and D had not ascended to the students “A” list of tattoo parlors as a result of their quality work or the cleanliness of their facility. The main and in fact only reason T and D had moved into the number one spot was because they would waive the parental consent form for the appropriate fee.

Tiffany was the first to question the wise-ness of following through with the pact she, Stacy and Lora had made as seventh graders. The pact called for all of them to get tattoos as soon as the last one turned fifteen, which in this case was Lora—they had reopened the pact as eighth graders and agreed to get belly rings instead as tattoos were now seen as stupid.

The thought of having a metal pin shoved through her bellybutton made Tiffany sick to her stomach. “I don’t think I can go through with it” said Tiffany. “I knew you would be the first to back out “Lora retorted. “You’re going to be the first adult ever to die a virgin.” Stacy was also not to keen on the idea of having a metal rod stuck through her navel. “What if the place is gross or they won’t let us get it done?” asked Stacy. “I heard they even let a sixth grader get a tattoo so I’m thinking we are a go.” said Lora.

The front of the building was tattered and marked with new and old blue and red graffiti. The areas surrounding the walks had sparse reminisces of grass that was littered with old wrappers and cigarette butts. Several kids that looked way younger than us walked out of the shop as we walked in. “What can I help you girls with?” a man asked from behind the counter. “How much to have your belly button pierced?” asked Lora. “Fifty-two dollars and proof that you are eighteen or have a parental consent form signed by your parents.” replied the man from behind the counter. “How much dose it cost if we don’t have the parent thingy?” Lora asked. “Well, in that case the cost would be an even one-hundred dollars.” the man relied. “I’ll go first” said Lora, as she dropped five twenty dollar bills on the counter and walked to the backroom.

Reece walked up to the register, flicked his head swiftly to the left causing his long blond hair to move from in front of his eyes; he flashed a wry smile at the clerk and placed three bottles of Lord Calvert on the counter. The clerk, a skinny twenty-something hometown hero with deep acne scares plastered across his face approached Reece. He spoke in a deep, manly voice which in no way matched his meek appearance. “I’m going to need to see some identification sir.”

Reece paused, he had done this routine several times before but it always made him nervous. Reese thought to himself, could this loser really screw with their weekend? Reece and his “brothers” as he liked to call them had been coming to this lakeside town for the past three years; drinking, smoking weed and having sex with anything that was willing. They had even devised a way to steal the money from the campground fee box. Reece and his “brothers” just couldn’t figure out why people would be so stupid to place cash in an unsecured and unsupervised wooden box with a slot big enough to get a hanger through.

Reece sighed and reached into the front pocket of his well worn Element Legion Shorts grabbing the Billabong leather wallet he had bought online last week. He pulled out the fake id he had purchased in Washington D.C. on a school sponsored educational trip his junior year. He remembered that the promotional sign in front of the stand had guaranteed that the id would be identical to a license from your home State—the word identical was even underlined he remembered.

Reese would have had more confidence in the guarantee if they would not have misspelled Montana by leaving the “t” out and if he would have caught it before they had left D.C. The clerk peered at the fake license for a few moments. Reece could tell he was trying to add up the years to make sure he was at least 21. The clerk adjusted his wire framed glasses, looked up at Reece one last time and tossed the id on the counter—that will be $97 please.

Lora knew that having sex in the girl’s locker-room was risky, but she loved it—especially during lunch and especially on days that she had to take a test in her 5th period A.P. English class. She wasn’t sure why she did better on tests after she had had sex or why she had a sudden burst of energy. She really didn’t care why. She didn’t even care that her and Reece’s friends knew they were in the locker-room going at it while they ate their lunch just down the hall. Lora often wondered if Ms. Baily, her 5th period teacher could tell the days she had sex and the days she hadn’t.

Lora planned these locker-room rendezvous the night before—wearing short skirts that could be pulled up easily and no panties. She usually brought condoms because she knew Reece wouldn’t—though using a condom was not one of the requirements of their noontime sex adventures and in fact, were rarely used. Lora liked the risk and had long-ago convinced herself that there were ways to deal with the consequences. Reece on the other hand was either to stoned or drunk to think about using condoms.

“Reece, I think we should video ourselves having sex in here and put it on youtube or sell it on the internet.” “I think you’re crazy.” Reece retorted. It’s not like that kind of thing was below Reece. He had actually allowed Brett, one of the “brothers” to hide under his bed and broadcast Lora and him having sex to the other “brothers” on his cell phone. The infamous recording was actually placed on all of the “brothers” myspace pages.

One year earlier Lora had secretly taken a nude picture of herself while attending a leadership camp and texted it to Reece. She knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist sending it on to his friends who in turn would send it all over town. She loved the thought of the men around town seeing what Reece was getting and they weren’t. Lora’s phone beeped loudly signaling that trouble was on the way. They listened intently for a few seconds and then heard the locker-room door slam open.