Julie was standing at the stop sucking one of her long fingernails impatiently waiting for life to amuse her.
Cindy smiled. It life didn’t amuse her Julie would do something to amuse herself. She felt sorry for whoever was her chosen victim today.
“Hi Slut, are you trying to miss the bus?”
Cindy called back to her BFF, “Whatever Skank. I’m not in a hurry to get to prison, I’m surprised you are?”
After exchanging acidic greetings the two friends hugged. Julie let out a muffled moan of pain. “No so rough, I’m not into pain-play.”
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were so fragile.”
Julie stepped away, a little confused and a little annoyed. She decided to change the subject. “Not funny. So did you get finished with Mrs. Idlebrooks paper yet? It’s due today.”
“I’ll be done by class, what about you. Last I heard you hadn’t started. You are so toast!”
Julie was a dark haired beauty with olive skin. At 5 foot 6 is towered over her shorter friend. Cindy’s parents disapproved of their friendship but grew tired of fighting it. They hoped it would run its course and die a natural death. As long as people tried to pry them apart their bond just got stronger. Julie was from a good family, very affluent in fact, but she had the reputation of being a bad girl. She smoked, drank, and had been picked up by the police for shop lifting. The only reason rode the bus was she destroyed her car driving while intoxicated. Only her father’s influence had made the charge go away but he refused to buy her another car until she could show some maturity.
“My paper is done. I had it finished last night.”
“What? How?”
The brunette smiled. “You know Randy Gunn?”
How him? She practically worshiped him from afar. Randy was her brother’s best friend and was a god on Earth. He and John had graduated last year.
“What about him?”
“He did my assignment for me. He reedited the one he turned in last year and gave it to me. It will be an easy ‘A’.”
Cindy tried to hide it but that made her mad. She had worked on this stupid English paper for weeks. It was a quarter of their grade, now Julie was beating the system again. She could have killed her.
“Why would he do that for you? Did you pay him? This is so unfair!”
“Hey, it wasn’t cheap. Don’t get so upset. See if you can get a car tonight and I’ll take you out. My treat.”
Julie’s family was better than well off but they gave her only a small allowance. It was enough for her to have ample spending money but not enough to get into too much trouble. “How do you have money? I thought you said the paper was expensive?”
She smiled again. “It was. I let him take a naked picture of me. He was so satisfied he even threw in 20 bucks.”
“Julie, I can’t believe you did that. You're only 16 who knows that he will do with that picture? C’mon that’s crazy.”
“I'm nearly 17, besides don’t sweat it. My face wasn’t in the shot, it wasn’t what he wanted to see anyway. Your only mad because he’s seen me naked and not you. Why don’t you tell him you like him? Better yet, let me take a bare-ass pic of you and give it to him. That’s a great way to break the ice.”
Cindy was silent for a moment. “No. I have more respect for myself than that. Thanks for the offer. Besides he's John's best friend. I've known him forever. It would be weird.”
She was surprised that she's almost considered it. Her friend was more liberated than herself, it was one of the things she liked about her. Cindy could live vicariously through the antics of her friend without risking pregnancy, STDs, humiliation, or jail time. She had promised her parents that she would not follow in Julie's footsteps.
"What's weird about it? If John ever wanted to have the Julie experience that would be the bomb. Would you object?"
She thought for a moment. She didn't want to tell her friend that she would want a better girl friend for her brother. So instead a polite lie had to do. "No, not at all. You go ahead and strip let me get my phone. I'll send the pic to him to him right away."
Before Julie had a chance to call her bluff the bus rolled around the corner and stopped in front of them.
Cindy followed her on but when she grabbed the hand rail it bent like putty in her hand, then it snapped free from the bus’ interior.
She exchanged worried looks with the driver. His eyes had bugged out of his head staring at her holding part of his bus. She smiled sheepishly as she handed the twisted chrome item to him. “Sorry.” Then took her seat.
The driver spent a moment trying to bend it back into shape. He was a big man and at full exertion it would not budge. He gave the 5 foot 3 inch blonde a concerned look before continuing his route.
They had been his last pickup before heading to school.
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