“Who did you have in mind,” you say weakly. “Which of your enem… I mean, the people that don’t appreciate your hard work.”
“Oh, I haven’t decided yet.” Chelsea responds airily. “So many people who don’t have the team’s best interests at heart. Those Garner sluts, always backing each other up when one or the other goofs. They aren’t team players at all.”
You think of the Garners, Eva and Jessica, fixating momentarily on their prodigious breasts. You’d wouldn’t mind a handful of that, more than a handful technically. Chelsea, however either ignores or misses your wistful expression and continues.
“And sometimes when they look at me, I can see they would so jump and attack me. So violent, but they do what they are told. Eventually. It takes them time to get it inside their dumb slut brains. Maybe not them then. How would I tell you apart from the real one anyway?”
The Gordon Black golem behind you dutifully brays with a witless laugh at Chelsea’s non-joke.
“Those two Chinese girls, Lin and Yumi,” continues Chelsea, pulling at her eyelids with her fingers.
“Isn’t Yumi Japa…” you begin before thinking better of it.
“Especially Yumi, have you seen those losers she hangs out with? Uh, no offence,” says Chelsea, quite offensively. “She’s totally undermining what it means to be on the team, and she thinks she’s so clever too.”
Cleverer than Chelsea, you suspect, is not that hard - although she clearly makes up with base cunning. Yumi is, in some ways, Chelsea’s opposite in that she’s open, approachable and friendly with people outside of her social circle. You suppose that with Chelsea’s worldview that makes her a threat, or perhaps a spy if she could be suborned to Chelsea’s will. You certainly wouldn’t mind being Yumi, even if she is more girl-next-door cute than outright beautiful.
“Yumi could work. Or,” and at this point Chelsea’s anger suddenly flares up till she is almost red in the face. She hisses out a name: “Vredenburg.”
The name hangs in the air for a moment. Cindy Vredenburg is a platinum blonde to Chelsea more honey blonde locks, but otherwise both are perfect pictures of a high school cheerleader. Cindy is even dating one of the basketball team, just like Chelsea is: Seth Javits.
“It’s always ‘Lucy this, Lucy that’,” fulminates Chelsea, reminding you that Cindy’s older sister was once head cheerleader, a couple of years back. “Here’s a clue, your dumb bitch sister doesn’t know anything more about cheerleading than you do witch.”
Chelsea pauses and takes a deep breath. Her rage subsides and soon there is no sign it was ever there at all
“Sorry,” she dimples. “I got kinda carried away there, but either Yumi or Cindy would be good, don’t you think?”
“Um,” you stutter. “Wouldn’t people think it was a bit odd if either suddenly became one of your friends?”
“We’d be meeting up here mostly, duh. And I have to talk to them sometimes anyway because of, you know, team stuff.”
“Er…” you stutter again, not really wanting to ask the obvious question.
“Go on, spit it out,” says Chelsea, catching your expression.
“Wouldn’t people think it odd if they suddenly started coming up here a lot as well?”
“Well, no,” says Chelsea, clearly unsure of herself. Her eyes flick about the room for a second before coming to rest on the golemized body of Steve Patterson. “Because…”
“Oh no,” you murmur, realizing where Chelsea’s train of though is leading her.
“Because she’d be up here with Steve. Imagine, being the girl that finally ties down Setve Patterson,” sniggers Chelsea, seeing the horrified expression on your face. “Oh you don’t need to actually fuck him, just so long as everyone thinks you’re fucking him. Unless you, you know, really want to.”
“But… but… but… Everyone knows he’s with someone different each week.”
“Everyone will just have to be surprised,” says Chelsea before adding darkly: “Steve will do exactly what I tell him to do. Now.”
“I guess I’ve got no choice in the matter, do I,” you ask, resigned to your fate.
“I told you he was clever,” says Chelsea to the Gordon Black golem. “Didn’t I tell you he was clever?”
“Yes Chelsea,” it says dutifully but impassively.
“Don’t be so down Will,” she continues, smiling wolfishly. “Think of it as getting a free upgrade to first class on a plane trip. I’ll even let you chose. Yumi or Cindy?”
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