Streaker pt.1

08/16 FRIDAY PEP RALLY DAY

 

“Three....."

The field was clearing. Now was her chance. The cheerleaders were leaving to the sound of halfhearted applause for their routine. The dance team was next, she could hear the music starting up, a fast paced beat from a popular song, good.

“Two......"

That was the last one. Now her stage was empty. Last chance to turn back. She gripped the edges of her jacket tight as she steeled herself. She could still turn back. Forget this stupid crazy plan. No she has to do this. Start her new life good or bad.

“ONE!!"

 She shrugs out the jacket, the last remnant of clothing and the last thing between her and her new image. She throws it to the ground and dashes from the shadows under the bleachers and onto the field putting all her fear, tension and frustration into a yell of excitement.

 

A shocked silence ripples through the assembled teens and preteens. The in school pep rally was the perfect venue. Looks like she didn't have much time though, already the faculty supervising were starting to push their way from their spots in the crowd toward her shock and anger scrawled on their faces. She reaches the fifty yard line and throws her arms into the air with another loud yell, it echoes across the stunned silence. A stiff breeze blows across the field; she gives a little shiver and fights the urge to cover herself as her nipples start to perk up. Barely noticed over the sound of her heartbeat in her nears the bass drops in the song playing.

“No turning back now I guess..."

Squeezing her eyes shut tight she starts to dance.

She wasn't much of a dancer. She twisted and turned and rolled her, hips, doing her best to pantomime what she'd seen popular girls like those on the dance team do before. She ran her hands down her body, working from her little handfuls of chest down to her soft thighs. Why’d her skin feel like it was on fire??

The crowd wasn't silent now. Whooping, and screaming roared filling the stadium with deafening noise. The teachers were close now. She had maybe ten seconds. No point in running, a quick image of her somewhat pudgy unfit self trying to outrun the gym teacher came to mind. She shook the thought away and went on, boldness fueled by the crowd’s cheers.

 

She switched to some of the raunchier moves she'd seen in music vids from time to time. She cupped her breast and gave it a squeeze as her hand dipped down to cover her crotch and its sparse sprinkles of curly light brown hair. She bit her lip and rolled her body, hoping with all her might it came across as sexy and not just awkward. The thunderous applause doubled, bringing a broad smile to the girl's face. She beamed triumphantly, flushed, breathing hard and feeling somewhat...odd. In her final act she threw her arms into their one more time and shouted aloud as she could.

 

"GOOO WILDCATS!"

 

Then the gym teacher was on her, covering her with his jacket and carrying her bodily away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

08/12 MONDAY

 

“This is the probably the most stupid thing you've ever said you realize that right Beth?"

 

Tracy looked at her over the thick rims of her glasses. The mousy brunette's stare was every bit as scalding as boiling water. Yet Bethany only felt chills as the icy blue orbs roamed over her. She averted her gaze with a shrug.

 

“Yeah, I know, but that's the plan. Foolproof right?"

 

“Its fool something alright...why STREAKING though! Of all the stunts!"

 

“Shhhh!"

 

Bethany looked around over her shoulders, checking for eavesdroppers. They sat in an out of the way corner of the cafeteria populated by the social misfits. All of which had better things to do than eaves drop on the two girls apparently as no one even glanced their direction. Good as that was it hurt her a little. She dropped her voice to a strained whisper.

 

“Keep your voice down! I don't wanna get busted before I do it!"

 

Her friend gave her a skeptical look. Her eyes giving her a quick up and down.

 

“Do you really think you're the streaking TYPE Beth??"

 

Bethany smiled at her and then put on a facade of anger.

 

“Hey! Are you calling me fat?"

 

“Uh...duh?!"

 

They both succumbed to a fit of giggling at the exchange. Beth's somewhat husky laugh punctuated by the occasional snort Tracy's a series of high pitched squeaks sprinkled with little gasps of air. It wasn't entirely untrue she knew. Beth was certainly no beauty queen and no model for certain. She had her mother's curly light brown hair which hung in unkept tangles down to the tops of her shoulders. Her little round nose, which she swore made her look like a pig sometimes, had a dusting of freckles across it. Unconsciously she reached down and scratched her side, feeling her doughy body. She wasn't fat, not at all. Not like some of the other kids that she'd seen waddling around. She shot a glance across Tracy's shoulder at a portly boy sitting alone a few tables away, two lunch trays in front of him.

Definitely not fat. But there was definitely some pudge. She knew that much from looking in the mirror

shimmying into her pants each morning. But it didn't really bother her, not much anyway. As their giggles died away she renewed the debate.

 

“I think it'll work great. Works on tv, people think streakers are hilarious!”

 

“Yeah, right before they get arrested"

 

“They can't arrest me I'm twelve!"

 

Tracy rolled her eyes and blew her bangs out of her face. Beth always though that was cute.

 

“Yeah they'll just expel you instead. Then where will I be? Back to no friends and getting my glasses tossed on top of the shelves, and cabinets and junk.”

 

She looked at her friend, a glimmer of guilt flashing through her eyes. The mousy girl stared back and the green-brown pity filled eyes across from her. Bethany tore her eyes away from the accusing gaze yet again. If she were a foot higher and a bit more vocal she wouldn't have any problems if she used that glare on people... She downplayed the issue, sounding as confident as she could.

 

“No one ever gets expelled from here it'll be fiiiiine. Remember that kid that was setting the trashcans on fire? They only suspended him and made him see the counselor a few times a week. It'll be sooo cool I promise!"

 

Tracy looked about as convinced as Beth felt. But she just sighed and pushed her glasses up on her nose.

 

“I still think that this is a really stupid idea."

 

“Oh definitely, that's why it'll work"

 

“Whatever....."

 

“Hey give me a little credit at least jeez. Hey you want that?”

 

She didn't wait for a response, reaching across the table and picking her friend's slice of pizza off her tray .She never wanted it.

 

“You know I don't. School pizza is gross. I don't know why you even ask.”

 

“Cuz I'm so refined duuuh"

 

“Yuh huh, keep tellin yourself that fatty."

 

The girl across the table stuck her tongue out right as the bell rang. Beth hopped up, slinging her bag over her shoulder and turned to rush off. Tracy gave her a puzzled look.

 

“What's your hurry?"

 

“Gotta hit the bathroom before class"

 

“Really...you wanna streak and yet you still rush out of here to use the most out of the way restroom you can find? Looking real promising there. “

 

“It’s different! Get off my back. Later nerd!"

 

 

 

She pushed up her nose and stuck her tongue out at her friend before giving her a little smile and a wave and making her way through the throng of students milling about the caf. She raced down the hall, heading for a bathroom on the other side of the school. She still had time if she got there fast. She got to the door and gave it an experimental tug. Open. She wasn't too late. She went inside and slipped into a stall, pulling the door closed until it was enough to conceal her but still look unoccupied. Then she waited. She didn't wait long. Soon after she'd fixed the stall door to her satisfaction and stepped up onto the rim of the toilet the door to the bathroom opened and two people walked in, she heard the lock click behind them.

 

 

“Were gonna get caught!" A boy's voice.

 

“Yeah, maybe if you keep acting like a little fuckin baby. So shut up! You got my cash?"  A girl's.

 

“Y-yeah, here....ls this really all you want?"

 

“Oh you'll be back. Don't you worry about that. Now then..."

 

Beth heard a thunk and a little yelp and decided to brave a peak over the stall door. The first thing that caught her eye was the girl's hair. Frizzy, black and up in two giant puffs behind her head. She peaked over the door a little more to bring the the scene into full view.

 

It was a thinly built black girl, the same it always was, she looked to be about her age but she'd never talked to her, so she wasn't sure. Beth's gaze wandered down from her hair to her bright yellow tank top, seemingly a touch away from falling off if her Altogether. She'd seen that tank top, and many like it. The girl wore them all the time. A few times she'd seen them "slip" too. Always at the most convenient times....Her eyes continued to walk down her body acute butt in cutoffs, and long lean legs ending in canvas hi-tops she'd drawn intricate swirling patterns allover in a black marker. She was leaning heavily on the boy, making him bend backward over the sink he was pressed against. She'd never seen him before. A non-descript pale kid, in skinny jeans and a band T-shirt.

 

“H-hey hey T, wait sec..."

 

Beth's eyebrows perked up. T, she'd never heard that before. She assumed it was a nickname but it was something new.

 

“Too late! Now be a good boy behave"

 

Now it'd be getting good, Beth knew, and watched wide eyed as the girl, this, T, unbuttoned she unzipped the front of the boy's pants, reaching in and rubbing until his…thing…popped out of the fly of his boxers. Beth bit her lip and placed a hand on the stall wall to steady herself as a tingle shot through her body, and she started to feel hot…

 

The girl dropped to her knees, his thing in her hand. Her other arm rested in her lap letting a tanktop strap fall down it, revealing, she assumed from the boy's sudden slack jawed stare, her bare chest. That confused Bethany for a moment. She was pretty sure that the girl didn't have much to show in the way of boob, not as much as her at least from what she'd seen. Not that it mattered much, as a matter of fact she forgot about it altogether as T Leaned forward and his whole pecker vanished down her throat. Beth licked her lips, idly running the fingers of her free hand up and down her thigh. Even that light touch tingled like electricity. She bit back a gasp as she continued to watch. The girl's head started to bob back and forth over his crotch, and she found herself almost smiling at the comic way her hair in its two huge puffs swayed back and forth.

 

And then something happened that almost made Beth give herself away. The girl moaned. It was just a little sound, made around that guy's thing in her mouth but it went straight to Bethany's core. A shudder raced through her body and her knees threatened to give in beneath her. Her hand wandered between her legs, she was burning hot, experimentally, she rubbed herself through the fabric of her capris. Her eyelids fluttered as stars exploded across her vision. She shook her head and quickly took her hand away. She’d touched herself before at home but it had never felt like THAT. Apparently it had a similar effect on the boy, because soon after he doubled over with a groan grabbed the back of T's head. Time to duck out of sight. Beth squatted on the toilet and waited, her hands clenched on her knees, desperately fighting the urge to touch herself again and feel that sensation surge through her.

 

“Er...um...t-thanks T...”

 

“Thanks? Ha, woooow. Yeah you're welcome I guess, get the fuck outta here loser. Heh heh, thanks, just

wooow."

 

Beth heard the lock click, the door open and the sound of feet runnin gdown the hall. Now to just wait for her to clean up and leave...Suddenly the stall door swung open and the girl, T, stood there, leaning against the frame with a lopsided grin on her face, as she licks away a shiny trickle from the corner of her mouth.

 

“Enjoy the show ya fuckin perv?"

 

Beth, startled and terrified falls flat on her ass, fortunately onto the seat.

 

“What? Show? I didn't-"

 

“Save it chick. I know what's up. I also know this ain't the first time you've been watchin me either. So what's up? You a snitch or a perv?"

 

She takes a half step into the stall and suddenly Beth feels really small. She wondered if this was how Tracy felt all the time. Panicking she stammers out excuses.

 

“What? N-no! Neither! I just like a qu-quiet bathroom is all!”

 

T, sighs and rolls her eyes, stepping fully into the stall grabbing Beth roughly by the shoulders and shoving her backward roughly until her shoulders press against the wall and the flush pipe is digging painfully into her back. She starts to protest at the sudden force.

 

“Hey! What are you-"

 

“Shutup"

 

 

Then she pauses, and cocks her head, giving Beth a puzzled look. She puts a hand on the side of Beth's

neck. It takes everything in her to squash the giddy shiver she felt coming on.

 

“You're kinda hot to be inside ain’t ya?"

 

The girl's grin gets wider as she runs her hand down Beth's chest, while she struggles to keep it together. Down, down, over her stomach, Her waist..."Please dont please dont" Beth repeats the phrase to herself a hundred times in a breath, willing it to be. But sure enough, questing fingers work their way between her legs, a firm pressure slipping over her privates, which chose a horrible moment to be crazy sensitive.

 

“Aah! FFFUCK!”

 

Beth freezes. Wide eyed shock on her face. Did that come from her??? She never cussed, much less moaned like that when some strange girl touched her…

 

“So perv it is....can I have my hand back?”

 

She looks down in horror at her thighs... clamped tight around the girl's fingers. Slowly she opens her legs, looking away, her face on fire.

 

“Sorry! So sorry! SO so so SOOO sorry!"

 

The lean black girl gives her a smug chuckle and holds up her hand, wiggling her fingers as if to see if they all still worked. Satisfied, she throws her a shrug and turns to leave, but pauses at the last moment.

 

“Don't worry about it. You can keep watchin if ya want. Hell, join in if you think you're up to it. But don't let me catch you tellin anybody about this. Otherwise..."

 

She pats a keychain at her hip .Among the charms and baubles hangs one of those cute little bracelets  that doubled as spiked knuckles in an emergency. Beth's dad had offered to get her one once... now she feels like she should've taken him up on his offer. She nods dumbly at the girl too shocked to say anything else. Not that she'd be able to even begin knowing what to say anyway.

 

“Glad we understand each other. Catch ya later perv!"

 

She walks out, just as casual as can be leaving Beth standing in the door of the stall. A whirlwind of feelings and questions swirls around inside her. Only when the three minute warning bell rings does she finally snap out of it.

 

Beth hurries to class in a daze and takes her seat in the back corner just as the bell rings. She drops her book on her desk and stares out the window, her mind playing her exchange with the strange exciting girl over and over.

 

“beth..........Beth......BETHANY!"

 

“HUH?! WHAT?!"

 

Great she'd zonked out in front of her science teacher. Mr. Bishop seemed to be the only one that gave her a second thought sometimes, aside from Tracy of course. She could AT LEAST pay attention to his class. Or at the very least to him...he was rather...easy on the eyes...

 

“Beth are you feeling okay? You look like you're halfway to Andromeda back there."

 

She blushed and fiddled with her book pages, looking every where but at his gorgeous face and piercing hazel eyes she could just get lost in....she gave her head a little shake, chasing away the image this is NOT what she needed right now!

 

“Sorry! Just a little distracted. Just thinking a lot today."

 

“That's okay, I know I know, science is full of amazing things to ponder, but try and focus in what we're covering right now."

 

He flashed her one of his brilliant, perfect smiles and she almost melted. Until the bell rang she did her

best to look alert and attentive whenever he turned around. As her classmates were filing out, the school day over, Mr. Bishop stopped her. "Oh gosh. Oh gosh oh gosh......” She nervously turned around to face him, focusing hard. "Don't blush, don’t stammer like a dork, just act NOOORMAL" She repeated that mantra to herself again and again.

 

“Grab a seat”

 

She obediently sat in a desk and he pulled up a chair backwards in front of her. He straddled it and leaned forward balancing on the back legs.

 

“Are you sure you're doing okay today Beth? It’s not like you to zone out, you love science!"

 

“That's not all I love.." her face warmed and the corner of her mouth threatened to creep up into a grin at the thought but she held it together.

 

“I just met this new girl today, she was really...different. Guess I've just been kinda stuck on it.

 

“Different in a good way or a bad way?"

 

“I'm not really sure... I can't tell yet I guess?”

 

“Well I guess that's not horrible. But listen, if you ever need to talk to someone, about ANYTHING I'm all

ears okay Beth?"

 

He leaned in closer as he said it, looking into her eyes, she quickly found the floor utterly fascinating.

She fought to make her mouth work. No dice. It was too much. Had he always smelled this fantastic?? She started to get that tingling heat in her privates like she'd experienced earlier. “Oh no...not now! " She cursed her stupid brain, stupid body and stupid self as she nodded at Mr. Bishop, probably a bit TOO enthusiastically.

 

“Well then alright, off you go then, I'll see you tomorrow Beth"

 

She scurried out the room as quick as she could without breaking into a run, the sexy Mr. Bishop now added to the crazy vortex of thoughts spinning around in her brain.

 

She had to clear her head, twice on the walk home she had nearly walked into the street without so much as a glance. She paused at the front door and took a moment to compose herself. She put on her best "carefree daughter" face and walked in. Her dad as usual, lurked in the corner of the living room behind his computer screen, lights dancing across his glasses. Noticing her, he grunts something or another in greeting and gives her a little wave of his fingers. Nothing new there. She found her mother in the kitchen, sorting through paperwork on the counter...and the table...and every other level surface in the kitchen. Well she wouldn't have to worry about any unwanted attention from either of them…as usual.

 

“Hey honey. School?”

 

Wow, not even a “how was " today. Beth shrugged and gave her a cheery

carbon copy response.

 

“It was fine, same old same old"

 

She didn't wait to hear her mother's “mhmmm" and marched up the stairs

to her room. She unlocked her computer and pushed play on Pandora before falling down onto herbed, dropping her heavy backpack to the floor. The rhythmic bassline of some techno/house blend soon fills the air of her curtain darkened room. She'd have to thank Tracy for introducing her to the genre. She gets up closes and locks the door, not that they'll bother to check in on her anyway...before flopping onto her back in the bed. She stares blankly at the game posters adorning her walls, hand me downs from her dad, her mind wandering through the day's events.

 

“T, huh..."

 

The nickname alone brings color to her face and warms her body. That girl touched her...there...and it felt GOOD. Beth's hand slowly slid its way across her blanket and onto her thigh drawing a little gasp from her lips. Feeling just a bit guilty she creeps her fingers bit by bit closer and closer until she's grazing her sensitive parts with feather touches. A shocked little moan explodes out of her. It DEFINITELY didn't feel that good before. And if it was that good now....hurriedly she wriggles out of her capris and t-shirt, kicking off her shoes as well. She lays there on her back in her sports bra and panties, looking down at her hand poised on her waistband.

 

“Here goes nothing I guess"

 

She pushes her fingers under the elastic strap and they find her silky smooth, moist lips. Her world explodes into fireworks. She didn't know her body could feel this good, she wiggles her fingers around, sighs and moans whispering from her with each little motion. It was amazing, seriously amazing, like nothing she'd ever felt in her life. She wondered... she slipped her middle finger carefully between the lips and suddenly shot up clapping her hand over her mouth to stifle the loud moan that suddenly exploded out if her. Yeah. It DEFINITELY DEFINITELY didn't feel that good before. Or this wet? She pulled her hand away and rubbed her fingers together. Looking at the shiny strands between them in the dim light from her computer screen. She brought her fingers up to her mouth tongue poking out tentatively a moment before deciding against it. No screw that, that'd be gross, she peed from there. Instead she went back to rubbing her clit, realizing it was WAAY underplayed in sex ed...

 

She didn't keep track of time but she was vaguely aware of a few songs going by. Every little motion against the little bump made her whole body scream. Then something happened. Her back arched and her toes curled and she gripped the sheets with her other hand for dear life. She felt likes he'd just dove face first down a water slide she'd been climbing this whole time. Her mind went blank and everything was just crashing waves of pleasure exploding through her body. Gradually she regained her senses”.

 

“Wow.... so that was an orgasm?"

 

 

She asked to the empty room. Her throat was dry and scratchy. Had she been yelling? She hoped not for her sake. She flopped back on the pillow and held her hand above her face. Her fingers glistened and shimmered with gossamer strands. She wiped her hand on the sheet under her pillow with a look of distaste and a little half frown.

 

“I hope that doesn't stain..."

 

 

08/14 WEDNESDAY

 

Bethany closed her locker and spun the dial. Another day half over. Now it was lunch, the high point of the day. Aside from Mr. Bishop's class of course. She shouldered her backpack and joined the herd of students leisurely making their way to the caf.

 

“Hey perv!"

 

Beth half paused, the voice sounded familiar but sparked no recognition to anyone in her small circle of familiars. She shrugged it off and kept walking.

 

“Hey! I’m talkin to you!”

 

A few kids turned around confused. Surely it was one of them.

 

“YO BITCH"

 

Someone grips her shoulder and Beth remembers right away. Even

before she spins her around to face her.

 

"Oh boy..um...hi th-"

 

It's like a completely different person standing in front of her. If not for her air of confidence and the smug self satisfied look on her face she swear it was a different girl than the one she'd encountered two days ago. Gone were the distinctive afro puffs, replaced by two long pig tails ending in little skull and cross bone hair ties Her lips, turned downward in a frown of annoyance, were shiny and black with gloss. Beth's eyes continued to wander down as she worked her jaw, trying to form words. She had a black and white striped tank top on under a tattered black jacket and a plaid skirt that'd seen better days. Beth knew for certain it was the same girl when she saw her shoes, the hi-tops so artfully adorned.

 

“Oh so you ignorin me now?"

 

She closed the distance between then and Beth retreated backward until she felt the cold metal of a locker behind her. The girl leaned into her arms on either side of her head, cutting off her escape, little spiked and studded bracelets jangled on her wrists.

 

“N-no! I just didn't think you were talking to me is all."

 

“Why wouldn't I be? I said perv didn't I?"

 

“My name's Beth thanks"

 

She drew herself up a little, she could show a LITTLE spine at least....

 

Well BEEEETH" she dropped her voice a little and leaned in so her lips brushed Bethany's ear. She smelled sweet...like...candy?

 

"I think we both know perv fits just as well don't we?"

 

Beth instantly turned a shade of crimson and looked away. Now eager to have the encounter done with

 

“Whateverwhatdoyouwant?"

 

She blurted the words out in a jumbled mess her heart racing. What did she want from her? What had she gotten herself into??

 

“I just wanted to say hi and introduce myself properly is all, since I didn't see you yesterday"

 

She hooked her arms around Beth and pressed her body against her, just a hug to the causal observer. But Beth gave a little squeak of alarm as the girl trailed her sharp little nails across her back and brought her high up between her legs.

 

“My name's Teona, and I think we can be, really. Good. Friends."

 

And then she spun in place, her spinning pigtails slapping Beth in the face, and was gone, melded into the passing crowd, leaving Beth hot and confused with the scent of candy lingering in her nose.

 

She found Tracy in their usual spot, and dropped down next to her friend with a huge sigh.

 

“Sorry I'm late, got...held up...in the hall"

 

“What you forget your locker combo again?"

 

“NOOO! That only happened a few times jeez I'm not THAT dumb."

 

“Yeah yeah I know. So you got that dumb idea out of your head yet? You didn't spout off about it as much yesterday."

 

“That was mostly talk you know that, gosh, I’m not NUTS, well not completely nuts"

 

“Good! I thought I was gonna have to tie you up and lock you in a closet until the pep rally was over!"

 

“Puh-lease, you could hardly tie my SHOES ya little pip squeak"

 

“Oh yeah you wanna find out?"

 

She put up her little fists and threw a few mock jabs at her friend. Beth giggled and feigned terror at the bite sized girl with her bangs hanging over her eyes. She was about as threatening as, well, a mouse.

 

“Alright easy killer, ya got me, no way I can take you.”

 

“You bet your big butt you can't. And don't you forget it!”

 

She waved a carrot stick at her before chomping off the end of it for emphasis. There were bits of carrot

stuck in her braces. Yeah not threatening at all. Unlike…her...a little shiver went down Beth's spine as she thought about the girl. She was bad news, she knew that. But something about her made her crazy curious.

 

“Hello? Paging Dr. Small. Dr. Beth Small to the nurse’s station”

 

“Huh? Oh sorry..."

 

She'd zoned out again! She'd been out of it yesterday too...She couldn' get her mind off what had happened, her mind was on it several times in a row last night as a matter of fact...

 

“Sorry to break it to ya but word is the space program is dead cadet.”

 

“Dang and here I was practicing so hard!"

 

They chit chatted about little things for the remainder of lunch. Tracy asked what color bands she should ask for at the orthodontist when she went tomorrow afternoon. Beth suggested rainbows. Tracy just rolled her eyes at her. The bell rang and they said their goodbyes, Beth walked away determined to stay focused on class this time.

 

Class went by smoothly enough, every time her mind tried to drift she just ran through bits of the lesson over and over in her head. By the time class was over she'd memorized every part of a cell and their functions. After a lifetime the dismissal bell rang and she left. Mr.Bishop gave her a smile and a little wave as she went by. She grinned like an idiot and hurried out. She made her way home, ambling down the street in no particular rush. A buzz in her pocket made her stop.

A text from Tracy.

 

[Sooooo glad you gave up that stupid streaking idea! You should get online

tonight. I can't have a killstreak competition with myself! T*T]

 

Not a bad idea. It'd keep her from doing...that…again all night. That couldn't be healthy could it? She put

her phone back in her pocket and then shrieked as someone grabbed her from behind.

 

Surely someone wouldn't try and snatch her right here on a suburban street?! Her panicked mind raced as she twisted and struggled against her attacker. And then she smelled candy. So help her if.... She glanced over her shoulder and there she was grinning at her. Beth let out a huge sigh of relief.

 

“I scare ya perv?”

 

“I told you my name is Beth! Let go of me! You scared the crap outta me!"

 

She twisted out of Teona's grip and made to walk away.

 

“Ooooo you're gonna streak? Maybe we'll be better friends than I thought."

 

“How'd you....HEY!"

 

Teona had stopped walking and was scrolling through messages. HER messages. She snatched the phone back while the girl laughed at her.

 

“Wow you two are a real couple of nerds huh? Sooo streakin huh? Never woulda pegged ya for the streaking type”

 

Were Beth not so annoyed at her sudden apperance she might have found the similar conclusion to Tracy's amusing. But right now she was more concerned. Had she been following her? Did she already know where she lived? She eyed the girl warily

 

“What do you want....I didn't tell anybody about...you know, the thing...."

 

“What thing?"

 

“You know!" She dropped her voice to a barely audible whisper, like people might be listening nearby waiting to tell everyone stay a foul mouthed delinquent she was.

 

"The blowjob!"

 

“Oh! Pffft yeah I know, I just wanted to mess with ya. But now we're gonna talk about this streaking thing. And I won't take no for an answer I WILL follow you home”

 

Beth sighed and rolled her eyes, begrudgingly filling her in on the ”plan" if you could even call it that. Teona just listened, nodding and making little sounds of agreement. She seemed waaaay too interested.

 

“You gotta do it man."

 

“What?!”

 

Teona grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her.

 

“You gotta do it! Do you realize the kinda status you'd get? You'd be SWIMMING in boys! You'd be beating guys off with both hands! LITERALLY!"

 

“Ew."

 

“HEY! SHUT UP YOU NEVER TRIED IT. Listen to me chick, you pull this off and you'll have every boy you could ever want eating out of your handsome of the girls too actually.... You'd be the envy of every wannabe cool chick in school. You could EVEN setup your nerdy little friend."

 

“You don't know what you're talking about. No one wants me...."

 

“They're boys, OF COURSE they want you. Hell I want you.”

 

She kept talking after that but Beth didn't hear a word.

 

“Y-you what?"

 

“What?"

 

“You want...me???

 

“Uuuh duh? I thought I made that clear this afternoon, maybe you're a bit slower than I thought but that's cool. The dumb ones are obedient at least"

 

“Why??!”

 

“Becuuuuz I think you'd make a good playmate? And you've got this sexy dork kinda thing going."

 

“Omigawd she thinks you're sexy! She also assaulted you! Twice ! Yeah and you loved it, and masturbated thinking about it two nights in a row now" Beth wrestled with her inner thoughts as she stared at the ground, her burning face hidden behind a curtain of curls.

 

“Yo, buzz lightyear, you still with us?”

 

“Yeah I uh...thanks."

 

“You're welcome? For what?"

 

“You thinking I'm sexy?"

 

“Oh honey...you poor thing. Yeah, your self image ALONE needs this streak. Come on, walk and talk I've still got places to be today.”

 

So she did, she walked along with her thoughts spinning. "Why was she humoring this crazy chick? Why couldn't she say no to her? I'm not THAT desperate for attention...am I?” She couldn't give herself a straight answer on that one. And so she walked. Teona took her joke plan and rebuilt it from the ground up. Dates, times, places, everything. Beth just nodded, dumbfounded by the rate at which things transpired with this girl, she felt like she was being swept along in a raging river, fighting just to stay afloat.

 

“Come see me tomorrow"

 

That was the last thing she said. And then she was gone. Beth looked around. There was no sign of her anywhere on the four converging streets she stood at the intersection of. Had she spaced out that bad? She crossed the road and cut across the neighbor's yard, still shaking her head at everything that had just happened as she walked into her house.

 

“Hey there youngling. Took your time today?”

 

“Hey dad, yeah I stopped to talk with a girl from school. Not playing today?"

 

“Between matches"

 

“Ah, k.”

 

No sign of her mother. Probably squirreled away in her office or still at work. She dragged herself up the stairs and collapsed onto her bed. She'd scarcely lain there a minute when her instant messenger beeped on her computer. She turned on the monitor and opened the message.

 

MISS_T: Hey perv, didn't get lost on the way home did you? xP

 

How did she even...oh right..She'd had her phone...

 

Dreaminglmaqo: No I didn't get lost. Are you gonna follow me EVERYWHERE now???

 

MISS_T: Look out your window!

 

Alarmed Beth rushed to the window, scanning the ground outside, nothing. She stood there another minute looking carefully around to be sure. She came back to another message.

 

MISS_T: Oh gawd, did you actually look? What a dork.

 

Dreaminglmago: Shut up :P where did you go anyway?

 

MISS_T: Well you were just kinda standing there doing your whole space adventure bit so I left. Anyway, like I said, shit to do. So meet me in the bathroom tomorrow when lunch starts.

 

Dreaminglmago: What about Tracy? And tomorrow is a pizza day!

 

MISS_T: *shrug* Bring her along if you want I bet there's a wild side to that one ;D and for some reason I don't think missing a meal will hurt you...

 

Dreaminglmago: Jerk

 

MISS_T: Sexy perv xP

 

MISS_T is offline.

 

There it was again. That word. Sexy. She moved to the full length mirror on her closet door. Turning about, looking at herself front and back. Did she really think she was sexy...? Another message drew her attention away from her reflection.

 

 

RavenousLarva: Ready to dispense some heavy caliber humiliation???

 

Dreaminglmago: You know it! Be in in just a sec.

 

RavenousLarva: Fantasize about Mr. Bishop on your own time, there's too many people that need their asses handed to them with a few new holes!

 

Beth smirked at the message, her quiet little friend was like a whole different person online. Maybe there was something to what Teona had said...

She kicked off her jeans and tossed her shirt, opting for the more comfortable shorts and tank top. But not before catching one last glance in the mirror. Sexy huh? She put it out of her head and sat down to play with her best friend.