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Hey, fellas! If you haven't read chapter 1 of Graduation, or you haven't read it in a while and could use a refresher, do yourself a favor and go check it out!

For those of you who have been waiting for Chapter 2...welcome! Thanks for your patience while I figured out how to crack this thing. It's ultimately up to you whether or not this chapter lives up to your expectations; I hope I don't disappoint, but for what it's worth, I love what I came up with, and I think you'll get something out of it.

Anyway, the wordcount on this is around a smaller but still formidable 16.9K, so there's no sense screwing around any longer. TO HELL!

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"YO!" QB1 Jeff Prosser shouted into his microphone, standing on his back porch steps, looking over his team, their friends, girlfriends?48 in all, splashing around in his pool, dancing on his patio, drinking around his bonfire. It was a surprisingly nice Saturday night, just warm enough to draw people into the water, dry enough to maintain the energy without anyone collapsing in a puddle of booze and sweat.

"I gotta cut the music for a second," he said, "and I gotta say some words. I'll try to keep it quick." The party turned to him, because how could they not, and some seemed surprised to find Caleb Bradstreet standing next to him with an unreadable expression. It was a stark contrast, if nothing else; stoic, beefy Caleb against the charming grin, slick haircut, and smug preppie gait of Jeff.

"So you guys assume we're here because high school's over, we made it, dropped the mic on a district title back in December." The crowd hooted and hollered their approval, the members of the team throwing up their District Championship rings in time with Jeff. "That's no lie! We're all here for that, but! But."

The crowd fell silent off his calming words. The word was he wanted to go into politics after college; it seemed like a good fit.

"It turns out we've got another reason to celebrate tonight." Jeff pointed to Caleb. "Y'all know him. Our boy K. I didn't give him the ball that often, but when I did, he made magic happen?like the go-ahead touchdown in the game that got us these fuckin' rings!"

Naturally, parties thrown by jocks tend to breed jock-like behavior, and this was no different; it was probably a good thing that Jeff didn't have any neighbors. Unfortunately for Caleb, he was not only around to hear it, but he had to pretend to be into what he was about to hear next.

"But here's the thing about K: Dude is jacked up, talented as shit, nicest guy you'll ever meet, and could not get laid to save his life." The crowd laughed. "We tried setting him up with Danielle Carlson last year...we're still not sure what the fuck happened there but it was hilarious." The ones who were there clapped and cheered in remembrance of the scene Danielle created; others laughed because if Jeff Prosser said it was hilarious then it was as good as watching it unfold before your eyes. "No girlfriend, no date to the prom. I'll be real, K, we started getting some ideas about you." He paused for a moment to let the crowd laugh again, and Caleb shook his head, forcing a grin. "But then I'm talking to my boy Chris a few days ago, and he mentions that he got a phone call from K, asking to back up a cover story for him...because he met some bomb-ass cougar at Silver Spoons that wanted to take him back to her place!"

Awestruck gasps and cheers rolled through the crowd as the Tale of Caleb Bradstreet seemed to evolve into life-affirming Legend.

Jeff turned to Caleb. "K, even though you're not telling us much about who this bitch is, you had every opportunity to lie to us, nobody would even BLAME YOU for lying to us, and yet...you always told the truth. It's just one of the reasons why you're the fucking best, brother. I'm proud of you."

Off Caleb's brotherly nod, Jeff took his hand off him, raised his iPod to the sky like a beacon, and shouted into his mic. "Holler if you're with me, motherfuckers! We are gathered here today to celebrate our dominance!"

The crowd hollered.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the end of youth!"

The crowd screamed.

"And we are gathered here today, to celebrate Caleb Bradstreet, and his long-the-fuck-overdue entry into MOTHAFUCKIN' MANHOOD!"

The crowd went ballistic, and Jeff fired up his iPod and blasted "I Just Had Sex" by The Lonely Island through his sound system. And even though he was embarrassed, even though he felt that this profound experience he had shared deserved to be commemorated with something...more than some drunken blowout, Caleb saw all these friends and acquaintances that were happy for him, and he remembered how happy he felt to be with her, and he raised his arms in a sort of shamed triumph.

The rest of the night got dangerous, as he got drunker and drunker and was peppered with more and more questions about his conquest. "Did she have kids?" "What kind of body did she have?" "Be real, güvenilir bahis you banged a wealthy grandma, didn't you?" Caleb was practically a marine; he knew what he was walking into, and he had rehearsed his story so many times in front of a mirror that it might as well have been the truth.

"Yeah, an 18-year-old named Tommy. I'm just messing with you, Tommy, her kids are in middle school."

"Her body was pretty slammin' actually. Not much T