"What have I done?" Amy asked herself in the mirror. It was the Sunday after prom. She had woken up expecting all sorts of accusatory texts. Instead it was nothing. No texts. No tags on social media. No comments. No likes. Just complete and utter silence. It was the quiet before the storm because that Monday they were all buzzing around her like flies.
The boys came up to her like, "hey baby." They didn't seem to notice her rolling her eyes.
The girls stayed back but Amy could hear their comments. "Outrageous" was the word that seemed to hang in the air the most. 'Apparently girls aren't allowed to have a sex drive,' Amy thought.
Amy had to push through a large crowd to make it past a T-juncture in the halls. There were more jeers and even a hand grabbed her ass as she pushed past. Apparently even her sexy jeans were too much for them. Amy picked up her pace. 'Why can't I live my life without all the things that people say?' she asked herself as she tried to fight back the tears.
"Oh my God that Amy is shameless."
As much as Amy tried to keep walking, she just couldn't. The more she listened the more she got pissed off at all their hypocrisy. "Yeah, say what you want about me," Amy yelled back. That just drew a crowd. Amy was the center of attention and she could just feel all their eyes. They keep watching her.
"Bitch!" one girl yelled from amongst the crowd. She pushed her way through. The first Amy saw of her was her bright yellow tank top. It covered barely more than a sports bra, but very little of her midriff was exposed for her tiny pink skirt had a high waist that came up well past her navel.
Clare was steaming when she finally made it through the crowd. Her large breasts heaving as she breathed heavily through clenched teeth. "How could you do this to me?" Clare demanded.
Amy just sighed. Clare was one of the girls to trash talk Amy behind her back a year ago when her boyfriend Brad shared a topless pictures of her with the whole school. Slowly kids forgot and life somewhat moved on.
Amy had mentally prepared for another round of that cold bitchy war, but she knew she deserved this public confrontation. Amy slept with Clare's boyfriends just moments after Clare was named prom queen. They actually did it while she was dancing with the prom king. Amy had no doubt that Clare quickly moved on, probably even went home with the prom king, stealing him away from some other poor girl, but that girl was likely less popular, a nobody. Amy herself was a nobody, at least compared to Clare. Nobody steals from Clare; that what this was really all about.
"Look, you don't like me, I don't like you, it don't matter. Let's just stay out of each other's way." Amy took a step to walk past Clare but Clare pushed Amy on the shoulder to make her take a step back instead.
"Listen you nasty slut, I know it was you. Lots of people saw you leave prom with Drew and I recognized your red fake nails."
Amy may have encouraged Drew to send Clare a pic of Amy's hand around his dick. Instead of feeling guilty though, she was getting angry. That stuck up bitch has to air all of their dirty laundry in front of everyone.
"I ain't perfect, but you ain't either. How long did it take you to get a new boy underneath you?"
Clare's hand swung at Amy. Her open hand slapped Amy's face. Out of instinct Amy reached up towards Clare's hair. Clare had her hair up in two buns on the top corners of her head. Amy grabbed ahold of one and yanked Clare's head down.
Clare's arms swung widely trying to claw at Amy's face. She missed, but two of her fingers hooked under the collar of Amy's shirt. The collar stretched and then ripped so that her simple white T-shirt now had a much deeper V.
Amy released her grip on Clare's hair and raised her arms to shield her face. She leaned back as she slapped Amy across the face. Another claw attack came from Clare but a third person intercepted and caught her hand. A moment later a short but stocky male was standing between the two of them. Clare in her rage swung at him and gave him a gash with her nail across his cheek.
Hands grabbed her hips and pulled her back. She was spun around and standing up against the wall a second later. Teachers were shouting for the hallway to be cleared. Amy bit her tongue to prevent the flow of tears.
"Amy what has gotten into you?" the voice of her math teacher asked.
Amy spun around to face Mr. G. She sniffed and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. "You mean other than you?"
His eyes grew wide and he glanced from side to side but if anyone heard her comment, they didn't take it as a serious accusation. He bit his lip. His eyes drifted down to her chest. Amy looked down as well. The rip was low enough that he could see her bra was a navy blue but the rip wasn't gaping and not much cleavage was shown.
"They match if that's what you're wondering."
He ignored her comment. "Ms. Eggleston, can you escort Amy to the principal's office."
Ms. Eggleston made sure to lecture Amy about her outrageous behavior on the long walk to the main office, but her words don't stick. Amy just walked in silence and let Eggleston's words go in one ear and out the other. She doesn't have to listen.
The sat her in the small waiting room outside the principal's office. And then for some unknown reason, they walked in Clare and sat her in the same room. They sat there in silence for a long time. Amy looked at Clare while Clare looked at her phone. Amy saw the streaks on her cheek where the tears had fallen.
Clare and Amy were very similar in body types. Both short, about 5' 2". Both had large breasts. Amy guessed that Clare's were slightly larger. Clare certainly had them more on display right now. Clare's orange tank top was very low cut. At the corners her bright white bra was sticking out.
Clare sat there with her legs crossed. She was wearing a tiny skirt and from across the room Amy could see up pretty far. She couldn't make out what color panties Clare wore but it was close. Both Clare and Amy were fair skinned but both made a visit to the tanning bed last week in preparation for prom.
Amy pulled out her phone and sent Clare a text. "Follow my lead if you want to avoid a suspension." Clare's phone made no sound but she glanced up at Amy. They locked eyes. Neither said anything. A moment later, Clare went back to her phone without responding.
Eventually the principal showed up and ordered the two of them into his office. He was an old bald man with a neatly trimmed goatee. He sat behind his desk. There were 3 chairs facing him on the other side. Clare took the chair by the wall. Amy took the middle chair beside her. Amy placed her hand on the middle of Clare's thigh. Her skin was warm. Clare watched Amy through the corner of her eye but said and did nothing about the hand.
