Note: All characters in this story are of legal age. All of the characters are well over eighteen years of age.
I neither judge nor condone any of the heinous actions detailed in this chapter of MEAN GIRLS of MAPLEWOOD. That being said, I appreciate all comments on this story good and bad. Feedback feeds this tale of GIRLS GONE WILD and I would love to continue hearing from my audience.
**All characters appearing in this story are of legal age**
There was no denying it by a country mile. There it was right in front of his face, perfection personified in the form of two symmetrical ovals joined together with just the right negative space between them in diamond shape. The long, shapely gams supporting them were a testament to natural design inherently athletic with a bit extra on the thighs. The thin material was black stretched skintight, but he could swear that it was translucent enough to afford him a view of her pale butt.
The workout pants stopped at her calves attesting to her pallor with some white Reeboks covering feet and toes that he would've loved to stick in his mouth. A black, skater type jacket hid her waist from view, but he was sure that it was cinched in from the outline of her awesome lower half. He considered fishing out his phone to capture a pic for prosperity.
"Fuck are you doing, Kyle?" He flinched at the sound of his girlfriend's voice turning to face the angry woman he'd been living with for two months.
"Uhm shit; uh nothing Donna Lee." The bespectacled college student glared over his shoulder ignoring his sudden posture change, designed to hide his actions. Her eyes settled right on the object of his affection as she bit into her lower lip.
"Well, too bad she isn't wearing a dress; bet you'd love to get an upskirt, huh you perv?"
"It's not what you think; I was just getting some snacks for our camping trip, baby." The plain looking guy was not convincing in the least.
"Maybe you should ask her to go out in the woods with you; I can hitch back home."
Donna Lee was wholly intimidated by the girl with her back to them peering into the beer cooler in the convenience store. She herself wasn't unattractive but considered herself a solid five on a good day. The planned excursion into the woods for a night of camping had been a stopgap for a flagging relationship since both college students met at orientation.
"Don't be that way, Donna Lee; I'm here with you and nobody else." She rolled her eyes at his desperate charm.
"Well-NOBODY'S GOT A NICE ASS, KYLE!!" She yelled back ruefully drawing attention from other sporadic customers in the combination gas station and convenience store.
"DONNA!!" He was honestly tired of her flair for public embarrassment, looking about at some other patrons with a meek shrug of his shoulders.
"Oh." The expression on her face changed prompting him to follow the trajectory of her gaze.
Red stared back at the couple at once curious and silently brooding. The makeup on her face was caked on but still failed at disguising the lingering effects of Chelsea's fists. She took stock of both of them turning in their direction with a six pack of bottled beer in her right hand. There was further bruising visible just above the neckline of her Slayer t-shirt. The couple didn't know what to make of the teen standing there looking both of them in the face. Her green eyes possessed a piercing quality that seemed to stare right through their bodies in piercing fashion.
"Fuck outta my way." Red pushed past them opting to split them apart up the middle as she trudged up to the counter. Kyle and Donna Lee followed her to the line waiting for service at the counter. His eyes still on the perfect butt.
"That's her." Donna Lee whispered.
"Who?"
"That girl; that crazy girl from Maplewood High? The one's been on the news lately, the psycho cheerleader?" He instantly placed the battered face matching it mentally with the high school yearbook photo used by local news.
"Shit, I think you're right." He commented both staring at Red's profile as she scratched the side of her head.
Red gradually glanced out the corner of her eye noticing the staring couple, raising a middle finger. Kyle and Donna lee turned away from the counter continuing their gossip in hushed whispers before noticing a gawky looking townie standing in an adjacent aisle trying not to be obvious about his eavesdropping.
Red tugged on a few strands of her hair wanting to hide her face from the nosey onlookers. She had a simple goal in mind after being rejected by Humbert Jenkins. She needed some beers to steel her resolve as her mind replayed his hand slapping her across the face repeatedly. It was her desire to sleep with him to return the favor to her defrocked best friend for sleeping with her father. Deep down Red could barely admit that her own actions had been the catalyst for the mental and sexual tyranny visited upon the Sheriff.
Her eyes narrowed recalling her own father begging his daughter to spare the life of a bitch that gave no fucks about him whatsoever. The sight of her father wallowing at her feet crying openly lent agency to her actions. She was determined to fuck Humbert senseless using her charms in similar fashion. In hindsight it was crazy and stupid. The truth of their disgusting connection was fast dawning on the embittered cheerleader. Now, she wanted to get drunk.
"What's this?" The store clerk was this tall, lanky guy with a top knot and braided beard. There were two other people behind the cluttered counter, a pimpled blonde with stringy hair and another long-haired guy sort of androgynous.
"Fucking beer; can't you see?" Red replied fishing some bills from her jacket pocket. She slammed the money on the counter looking around at some of the other customers present. She stuffed her hands into her pockets looking at her feet.
"No can do."
"What?"
"Can't take that money." The clerk reiterated as his cohorts snickered. Red shot them a look noticing they were already pretty tickled.
"Why not? It's real, you nimrod." Red shoved the money forward on the countertop, but her shoved it back with an ink pen, while the counter girl quickly hid her face in the guy's t-shirt.
"No underage drinking, bitch." His cohorts burst into muffled laughter as Red noticed.
"Excuse me; I don't think I heard you correctly, ass wipe." Red glanced at the girl hiding partially behind the store clerk obviously laughing at her. She looked over at the other member of the trio finding the bull skullcap with embroidered skull and crossbones, stupid. Ironically, he was wearing a Misfits t-shirt.
"Maybe that's your problem, but this fine establishment does not condone underage drinking and unless, I'm wrong, your name is-RED!" He put emphasis on her name as his friends burst into laughter. Red took it all in waiting until his cohorts composed themselves.
"I think-you should ring up my purchase and then get some proactive for your mutt here; and some lube for your boyfriend." Her heart was starting to thump in her chest, nostrils flaring hard.
