After comparing notes from English, the trio heard the bell ring and packed up. "See you after school? My place?", Amanda offered.
"Only If we can stay for dinner. Your mom is dessert queen!", Tiffany said, licking her lips as she thought of one of Mrs. Florence's strawberry cheesecakes.
Amanda sighed. "Yeah, that's the problem," she said as she rested a hand on her protruding belly.
"Hey, look at the bright side!," Tiffany said. "What's tha..AHHH!", she screamed as Tiffany came from behind and hefted Amanda's considerable bustline. "These came as part of the Chubby Girl Package." Tiffany dropped Amanda's boobs and kissed her cheek. "And I think you look fine." Amanda blushed. Tiffany was bisexual, and loved using it to tease her straight friends.
"So, with my lust sated and Amanda thoroughly disturbed, I think it's time to go to class," Tiffany said. She wrapped one arm around Amanda and guided her to their next class.
Amber, though, had P.E. this period, and headed to the gym. She greeted some people she knew, smiled at the teacher, and started to strip to get into her P.E. clothes. She was fairly athletic, and could easily replace Megan as head of the cheerleaders if she wanted to, but she didn't like the rigid schedule and competition that team activities had, even cheerleading.
As Amber changed, she examined her body. She wasn't as vain as Megan or some of the other girls at school, but she liked to look nice. Her fiery red, wavy hair was nice and clean, and it reached her elbows. Her body was slightly tanned, but not the caramel brown, artificial shade Megan wore. She had few curves, and small breasts, but that was fine with her. Looks didn't really matter, it was what inside that mattered. She laughed to her own thoughts. "I sound like my grandma."
"You look like her, too, Ginger." Amber groaned. She turned to look at Megan. They were alone in the locker room, the rest of the students already outside, so she didn't have the false-sweetness she used around teachers.
"Just go away, Megan. I don't feel like listening to you today." Megan crossed her arms.
"Do I look like I give a fuck what an ugly bitch like you feel's like?"
"Geez, your getting worse with your insults. Did you sell your brain to pay for those fake breasts?"
Megan sneered. "At least I can look like the queen I am. You only look good because you surround yourself with the ugliest this school has to offer, like that cunt Tiffany." Amber froze and narrowed her eyes. NO-ONE makes fun of my friends.
"That girl had a future in this, then she had to plunge her head in the pig trough. And that blimped up whale, what's her name?" She knew who she was talking about, but she didn't want to give Megan the satisfaction of knowing she was getting under her skin. "Oh yeah, Amanda. I wonder how she gets to school. It's OBVIoUS she doesn't walk more than how far it takes to get her next donut, and the bus couldn't carry her flab."
Amber tried to finish quickly so she could leave, but as she pulled up her shorts, Megan treaded on sacred ground. "But then again, it's not completely your fault you hang with the scum. You probably get it from your dad. I mean, he DID fuck your dirty, ugly mom long enough too...", Megan was interrupted by Amber's fist impacting on her lower jaw.
"OWW! You bitch! I'll sue you if my perfect face is damaged!"
Amber wasn't listening. The adrenaline was just fading when the female P.E. teacher came in.
"What's going on, ladies?"
Megan immediately acted even more hurt than she was. "Ohh, Ms. Aster, that...monster...she hit me in the jaw for no reason."
Ms. Aster glared at Amber, who shrunk onto the bench. "Here, deary, I''l take you to the nurse's office."
"Thank you, Ma'am, but I can walk there."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I can muscle through the pain, like you taught me."
Ms. Aster was head of the women's sports at the school. "Okay, be careful."
Megan walked, with a fake limp, out of the locker room.
"So, Amber, how long did you take it before you snapped?"
Amber sighed in relief. "A few minutes. She insulted my parents, and I just..."
Ms. Aster sat down and placed a hand on Amber's shoulder. "I'm sorry I can't do anything about it. I believe you, but I doubt anyone else will." Ms. Aster knew Megan was a bitch, but she was a bitch with money and top grade acting skills when it came to getting sympathy. Amber looked at her hand. Her knuckle was cut where she'd hit Megan's tooth. "You want to go to the nurse's...no, Megan's there. Here, I have some band-aids in my drawer."
During P.E., Amber felt a weird sensation spread through her body. It was first focused in her right hand, the damaged one, but it spread up her arm, then to her whole body. It was...warm, and it felt like that tingle you get when your foot is coming back from being asleep. Just when she considered going to the nurse, it faded away. Megan came back from the nurse's office with some bandagin over her jaw. It was obvious the nurse hadn't bought her limping act or her story about being hit for no reason. The only good thing that occured from the whole incident was that Megan seemed to be avoiding getting too close to Amber. This brightenede her day a bit, and she kept playing basketball with a few other girls. Finally, the bell rang, and she got changed back into her regular clothes. One more period, then she could hang out with her friends and tell them how she'd stood up to Megan.
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