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.

Check out our opening stories and then join as we help you relive your high school days. Help us reach our goal of ending harassment by donating to our cause or by offering your own story to be shared on Hooksout.

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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.