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The Doctor
Chapter II : The Information
The evening after witnessing the fight between the two cheerleaders the young Walter Alexander knew he had to find out more information. He planned on asking one the participants and winner Brittany more questions and devised a way to approach her that would be beneficial for her to talk with him.
The next day after getting out of school Walter went to the bus stop instead of walking home, and rode it over to the nearby high school of which he knew Brittany attended. He walked into the front office and asked the attendant if she knew where detention was held as he was supposed to get a ride home from his cousin Brittany.
The office attendant charmed by the adorably mature child informed him that she was at room 315 by the library. Guessing that she would have been sent to detention for fighting or ruining her uniform was a very good educated guess, and walter was proud that his deductive reasoning proved correct.
He wandered through the halls of the high school following the signs pointing towards the library and noticed the adjacent room with the numbers 315 over the top. He knocked on the door and waited patiently as it was soon opened by a large grey haired man with glasses.
"May I help you" he asked perplexed at the young out of place boy knocking on the detention door.
"Yes I need to speak with Brittany, I'm her cousin and I have to tell her how I'm getting home" he added.
The elderly man nodded leaning back into the room.
"Ms. Juarez?" You have a visitor he said quietly.
The elderly man opened the door slightly and the young cheerleader emerged. She was very beautiful in her low cut tee shirt and tight jeans with her brunette hair done up in a pony tail. Her face was thick with makeup foundation and eye shadow but still it couldn't completely cover up the battle wounds from her fight the other day. Slight scratch marks were visible on her face and a slightly darker left eye could be noticed by the young boy.
Her face scrunched up with shock at the young boy and she turned to the older man behind.
"Thanks this will just be a minute I promise" as she turned at stepped through the door while the old man closed it behind her.
She walked forward looking over her shoulder briefly to make sure he wasn't eves dropping and the door had completely shut.
"Who are you and What are you doing here?" she whispered in an annoyed tone.
"Hi I'm Walter I saw your fight yesterday" the young boy replied.
"Yeah I saw you there, what do you want?" she retorted.
"Well I have a lot of questions, and I was hoping you would help me with some answers" he said quietly.
"I don't have time for this now. You're going to get me in trouble" she hissed back at him.
"Oh no not now he said. Tomorrow night. My parents are going out to a party and they need a baby sitter. I was hoping you would do it so we could talk?"
"Tomorrow night?" she repeated thinking about her plans.
"Yeah they will pay you $120 for 6 hours"
"Oh fuck yeah I'll do it" she smiled.
"Great here's the address" the little boy fished a piece of paper with his home address on it and handed it to the girl.
"Be there at 5:30PM you can come earlier if you like" he added
"Cool thanks little man, look I better get in their before I get in trouble thanks" she said holding up the piece of paper.
"No problem it was nice to meet you and thank you for agreeing to watch me" he added as he turned and walked back down the hall.
Brittany watched him for a few steps intrigued by the intelligence of such a young child. She really could use the money and being recently suspended from the cheerleading squad meant she had free time after school. She wondered what he wanted to ask her she though as she quietly slipped back into the room.
Walter took the bus back home and informed his parents that he wanted a nice girl named Brittany to watch him instead of the usual sitter Rachel from next door. His parents asked him why he wanted the change and he informed them that Brittany was really nice to him earlier in the day and she could use the money. They smiled at the kindness of their son and told him that was fine and he informed them that she would be here at the regular time of 5:30PM much to their delight. Young Walter went and upstairs and prepared his questions in anticipation for his visitor the next day.
As soon as school let out the next day walter rushed home finishing all of his homework and chores as to completely maximize his time with Brittany, by the time 5:30PM rolled around he had done everything and prepared notes for their meeting.
Brittany arrived right on time wearing the same thick makeup but this time in a blue tank top and tight jeans. Walter's parents and Brittany introduced themselves and informed her of Walter's schedule and emergency contact numbers and when they were to be home that evening. They got her cell phone number from her of which Walter also committed to memory in case he needed it. His parent's said their farewells and left leaving Brittany and Walter alone.
"You're parents seem cool...So you got me here what do you want to know?" she non-chalantly asked.
"Everything" Walter exclaimed.
"Okay" Brittany answered rolling her eyes
"Well let's start with how you and Kelly ended up fighting? What caused it?" he asked intently with notebook paper handy.
"Well she was talking shit about our school and what not and I fucked her boyfriend" she replied calmly as she grabbed some potato chips from the kitchen counter and flipped on the T.V.
"I see" Walter added as he wrote down competition for mates on a piece of paper "What did she say? talking shit?"
"Oh she said that we were a shitty school, and that hers was better and that I was stupid and what not"
"Uh-huh" Walter replied as he wrote down social pride and social dominance in his notebook.
Brittany has noticed Walter taking notes and looked over at what he was writing. She was quite confused.
"What are you writing?" she asked.
"Why women fight" he replied.
"Okay...Why are you interested?" she asked.
"It was very exciting to watch. I have never seen girls fight before, and that leads me to believe it is a rare event. I want to better understand the phenomenon"
"How do you know words like phenomenon?" she asked bewildered at the intelligence of the young boy.
"I know lot's of things I read a lot and am real smart" he scowled back.
"Hey no problem kid whatever floats your boat, but girls fighting isn't that rare. It really depends on the chick ya know"
"What do you mean?" Walter asked inquisitively.
"Well... some girls are more willing to fight than others. Guess it has to do with their personality and what not" she said.
"Interesting" Walter wrote down this knew knowledge in his notebook "And you are one of those girls who is more willing to fight?"
"I'll stand up for myself and won't back down in a confrontation if that's what you mean." she added flipping through channels.
Walter wrote down the word confrontation and circled it.
"So what makes you more interested in fighting when confronted" Walter asked intensely.
"I dunno, maybe it's because I'm Latina. We get pissed off real easily" she replied.
"Oh are Latina's more interested in fighting?" he asked.
"Yeah well you know we're more likely to throw down if somebody gets in our face ya know" she replied finally settling in on a reality tv program.
"Oh I don't know... that's why I am asking" Walter added as he wrote down: ethnic factor down in his notebook.
"Maybe it's the way we are brought up or in our genes or something" she said uninterested in the conversation.
"Oh" he added as he scribbled social upbringing and genetics next in his notebook.
"Yeah you know like maybe that's the difference or something" she said.
"But Kelly isn't Latina?" Walter asked.
"Yeah she's a stupid bitch" Brittany said laughing to herself.
"Yeah but what made her not back down from confrontation with you?" Walter asked intrigued by the blonde's equal desire to fight.
"I dunno peer pressure maybe, I challenged her to fight and I don't think she was going to go through with it until other's got behind her"
"Hmm" Walter wrote down peer pressure in his notebook.
"Yeah I think once she was their it was either fight or flight ya know?"
"Fight or flight?" Walter asked with extreme interest.
"Yeah we learned about that shit in biology... it's like when animals are cornered you know they either have to fight or runaway. Maybe she felt like couldn't cause everyone was gonna think she was a pussy." Brittany explained as she went and grabbed a soda from the fridge.
"Fascinating!" Walter exclaimed as he wrote down everything Brittany had said.
"Yeah I gotta tell you though fighting in front of a crowd like that is such a rush." she added as she sat back down on the couch.
"Rush?" Walter asked as his pencil was writing as fast as he possibly could.
"Yeah adrenaline. It's like a chemical that your brain puts out when you are scared or angry or what not" Brittany mentioned in between gulps of soda.
"Adrenaline!" Walter echoed as he wrote down what he thought to be the correct spelling.
"Damn dude you are really into this shit." She said looking over as Walter flipped a full page of intense notes.
"Yes very much so. It was exciting to watch" he beamed.
"You like what you saw huh? damn are you like old enough for a boner?"
"Boner?" Walter asked perplexed.
"Guess not" Brittany laughed.."It's when you go through puberty and stuff. Your dick gets hard when you want to fuck somebody. You put it in the girls pussy and that's sex" she laughed to herself.
"I know what sex is, but Why would I get a boner from watching you fight?" he asked completely intrigued.
"I have no idea, but i know most guys get em when they see chicks fight" she giggled.
"Oh so it's a sexual act girls fighting"
"No but guys get excited about it. Turns them on I guess. Maybe they think we are going to kiss or some shit or fighting over who gets to fuck them." Brittany shrugged.
"Oh" Walter wrote down all the interesting details.
"Did lots of guys get a boner from watching you fight?" Walter asked.
"I don't know I wasn't paying attention to them. I was focused on kicking her ass but yeah I'm sure plenty did." she laughed.
"I see, and how did know how to fight?" Walter continued his questioning.
"Well instinct and practice I guess" she replied.
"Instinct?"
"Yeah girls just kinda fight girls way ya know? Pull hair, Slap, Scratch punch, we just have our own way of fighting" she said "That's why it's called a catfight" she added.
"very interesting" Walter responded as he took diligent notes.
"Yeah we just naturally fight that way I guess. We'll do anything to win" she said.
"Yeah but why did you fight dirty?" Walter added as he continued to write in his notebook.
"What do you mean dirty?" she frowned back.
"Well one of the girls helping Kelly said you had to fight dirty to win" Walter answered.
"What?! there are no rules I did what I had to to win, and it's not like she was boxing me like del la hoya or some shit!" she exclaimed.
"I think she meant the biting and boob stuff" Walter answered.
"Anything is fair game in a fight. Bitch's tit was in my face so I bit it, and she scratched the shit out of mine so all's fair" Brittany replied annoyed.
"Yeah I saw... did it hurt bad?" Walter asked comfortingly.
"Fuck yeah it did! Tits are sensitive and shit, and I'm glad I bit her" Brittany retorted.
"Can I see what she did?" Walter asked sheepishly.
"I'm not showing you my tits!" Brittany exclaimed.
"It's not sexual it's for educational purposed I can't even get a boner remember" he said earnestly.
Brittany laughed at the boys brazenness and honestly. "Why the hell not" she said. It was for education and he was a sweetheart she thought to herself. Brittany stood up and knelt in front of Walter and lifted her tank top up showing Walter her large full olive breasts. Walter leaned forward and cautiously inspected her breasts. He could see deep semi circle scratch marks in her right breast in a line offset against a discolored green and purplish giant bruise.
"Go ahead touch em i know you want to" she sighed.
"I don't want to if they are hurt" he said.
"It's okay just be real gentle" She said quietly.
Walter reached out with his little hand traced his finger tips over the rough scratch marks and bruise. He cupped his hand under her breast feeling the full weight of her right breast. It was soft and very firm. He noticed her tan brown nipples beginning to stiffen and touched the ends gently.
"It's getting a little cold" she whispered as she started to slide her shirt back down covering her breasts.
Alexander noticed her nipples protruding from the fabric of her tank top.
"Thank you. Do they get like that when it's cold?" he asked.
"No problem anything for education and yeah when it's cold, or when I'm turned on" she said looking down at her breasts chuckling.
"Come to think of it I remember them being kinda hard after the fight" she added.
"Really?" Walter asked.
"Yeah it was weird but I remember them being a little hard." she laughed.
"So you were turned on?" Walter asked inquisitively.
"Yeah I guess a little but in a weird way. I think it was the rush and what not. Some people violence gets them off ya know maybe it does a little something for me." she chuckled.
"Interesting!" Walter wrote this new piece of information in his notes.
The two spent the whole evening talking about the fight and fighting in general over ordered pizza. Walter asked her about all the fights she had seen between classmates over the years and took extensive poll data. He also asked about what caused the fights, who won, what the combatants were like, and got all the details he possibly could.
By the time Walter's parents arrived Walter had amassed over 35 pages of detailed notes much to the amazement of Brittany. As she left Walter gave her a hug gently leaning his head on her chest.
"Thank you so much Brittany I really appreciate it"
"No problem little man: she said hugging him back. He was so sweet for a brilliant little weirdo she thought to herself.
Walter explained to his parents how wonderful a baby sitter she was and that he always wanted her to watch him if possible. His parents gave Brittany an extra twenty for the "good work" and thanked her for doing this on such short notice. She left extremely happy telling them all that she would definitely be back.
Walter looked over his notes with a flashlight in bed that evening. His research had just begun...
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