Monday morning.
Britney and her brother Lance exited their school bus alongside friends Jacob and Angus. The latter two were won over by Britney's attentions almost every day they rode together. In some fashion. They were chatting away about the success of their Carwash for Charity. Lots of the male students knew of the sexual escapades that accompanied the event. There was the problem. If they knew everyone most likely did too. The other Charity events across town earned far less. They had undoubtedly heard it through the grapevine. Trouble lie ahead.
Entering the school doors the group were met by the Cheerleaders racing to intercept their Leader.
"Run! The Valedictorian is leading the riot. They have torches." Dawn Lawrence wheezes.
Cryssa Apari bounces behind her friend with an expression bordering on a terrified Humpty Dumpty preparing to take a fall, "Save us."
"Whoaaaa! Slow down already." Brit retaliates with an open palm to create a calmness.
Sophia Pope and Tara Zellers complete the gathering fearfully.
"Big Nancy is on a rampage. She heard rumor that we stripped at the Kissing Booth." Sophia advances.
Tara in turn squeals, "I'm too young to die."
"Do you know how many pictures and videos are out there of us? Hundreds." Dawn points out.
"Stop! Breath. You do realize we have some of the Faculty behind us right? Harding won't let this get too out of hand because he has lots to lose if he does. Just relax. We all knew what we were getting into. So, why panic now?"
Jacob looks at Lance, "Look what you created."
Lance smirks, "Isn't it cool?"
Angus punches Lance in the arm sneering, then chuckles, "Punk! It is pretty cool."
The boys fist bump each other.
Britney holds her ground, waltzing through her friends with confidence. Reaching the doors to the school she leads her followers inside.
Within they were faced with more thumbs up than anger. Most of the guys sided with their fantasy girls. Only certain students who had only heard rumors at best looked at them with bitter mistrust.
A thin mob of girls gathered near the lockers waiting. The outer rim of students part allowing a large framed girl with shoulder length blond hair and glasses to appear. The girl stood at 5'8, 230 pounds. Big bottom but with a certain shapeliness to it. Hardly unattractive. Her chest was enormous at 40D.
With a distasteful glare the girl marches toward Britney and her flock.
"You girls should be ashamed of yourselves. Especially you, Foxx." The blond growls.
Lance races around his sister and halts their progress with, "I'm so embarrassed. Forgive me for writing all those love notes to you Nancy. I just can't live without you."
Everyone chuckles save for Big Nancy. Even her entourage had to contain smirks. She ignores him and tosses him aside like a garbage bag.
"You know what I mean, Britney. I cannot believe the Cheerleaders here fell for your stupid ideas. The rest of us didn't stand a chance of winning and you know why."
Brit shrugs, "Why? Because you seem to think you don't look as sexy in a bikini as we do? I heard you were swimming in a Dunk Tank at your Carnival."
"When you wore the bikini. Everyone here knows you got all slutty. No way should you be allowed to win that charity event."
"Fair and square. We washed cars. We kissed even the fugly people." Cryssa challenges her.
Brit looks over her shoulder, "Ixnay on the fuglay."
Pouting the Filipino beauty replies, "Sorry."
All of the girls were taught to overlook the appearance of guys. Sometimes reality managed to creep in. Cryssa bit her tongue.
"I say we take this to Principal Harding and the Board of Education." Nancy snaps. Her friends agreeing with murmurs of appropriate justice.
Before the war could rage Jacob and Angus had moved about gathering a defense. Over two dozen boys stepped around to the side of Nancy and attempted to intimidate her. Brit smiled but motioned the boys away.
"I got this."
Backing up but keeping close brit and Nancy resume.
"So, you have every guy in town vouching for you because they know you will give it up to them."
"What we do is none of your business Nancy. If you want to go to Daytona Beach instead of us. Go. We relent. This was about the Charity. Wheelchairs and walkers."
The Cheerleaders drop their jaws. They really wanted to go to Daytona. Regardless they let their leader take point.
Nancy looks shocked, "I doubt we made even a tenth of what you girls earned. But, at least we morally, not orally did our jobs for a good cause. Go be skanks all you want, just don't let us lose when we did it honestly and with heart."
"Let's meet with Harding and see what he says."
"Right here and now. You and Me. With Harding."
"Lead the way." Britney motions toward the Office.
Together they walk leaving a stunned cadre of students with speechless curiosity.
Reaching the Office Nancy enters first and asks the Secretary if they could chat with the Principal before classes began. This led to a five minute wait before Harding opened his door appearing disgruntled. Hands poised in front of him he expects conflict. Both girls remained calm.
"Step into my Office Ladies."
Both girls file inside as he grimaces and seals his door. Taking his seat he advises them to sit across from him.
"What seems to be the problem here?" He awaits.
Brit begins, "We may have won the Charity Event contest but we want to relinquish our prize to the runner's up. Whether it be Nancy's Carnival or one of the other events."
"Have we even counted our earnings?" He squints.
Nancy offers a glance between the two studying their reactions to one another. She was a smart one. Her thoughts for awhile now were that they had formed some sick alliance. Not that she was really stressed over that. She had her own deep dark desires. For now she was content to learn and decide her next move. All she was really concerned about was Justice.
"We all know who made the most money. It was how that was achieved that bothers some of us." Nancy adds.
"Some of you? Or just You?" Brit suspects.
Nancy frowns, "You saw the posse out there. You took away any chances that any of us ever had of winning."
"So, take our money and enjoy Daytona. We can respect that."
Harding raises his hands, "Who truly wins here Ladies? The Elderly who receive our gifts. Wheelchairs and other assorted items."
"Right. Exactly." Brit nods.
"I understand that Principal Harding. This is why I came to you rather than any of our disgruntled Parents. The student body should stick together and reach a decision on how best to choose the true winners of the Charity event." Nancy invests.
"Well, Britney here has offered to relinquish her rights to the Daytona trip to whomever comes in second. A noble gesture My Dear." He smiles at Brit.
"I thought so." Brit smirks toward Harding.
Nancy rolls her eyes, "Oh for God's sake. We all know what you people are doing. Has any of our Parents been here with the Cops raising hell? No. The Seniors protect our own. I'm not dialing 9-1-1 am I?"
Harding settles back into his seat and realizes how badly this could go. Noting his expression Brit beats any reply he could offer with, "I say we all go to Daytona. If we need more money we can just have another Car Wash. Bigger and better. Nancy and her "Posse" as she called them can join us. If you are up to that challenge."
Nancy blushes and droops her jaw, "Who wants to see me in a bikini? I don't even look good in a one piece."
Brit pouts, "Don't sell yourself short Nancy. You may be overweight but there is nothing gross about you. Full figured gals have just as much to offer as anyone. I for one think you are Beautiful."
"You do?" Nancy looks stunned.
"Of course I do. You saw how I stopped Cryssa from putting anyone down. All we need to do is realize that we all have our faults and do what we have to show others we won't be childish about it. What do you say? Join us? Or, just take our current winnings and go to Daytona. We will survive and just go make enough cash to get us there as well. Either way we go to Daytona. I for one would be honored to lay out beside you Nancy. The sun is ours."
Nancy could only sit there and stare. She was being accepted. That had never happened before. Not that she was self conscious of her appearance. She chose her own friends in school. Based on whom she herself best fit in with. Now, she had thoughts of branching out. Her biggest concern was her friends. Would they join her cause or retaliate against her. They all knew what these girls were capable of. If anything their crusade for Justice bordered more upon jealousy. Without another word she brightens up.
"We need to talk alone." Nancy hesitantly grins toward Brit.
"End of School today? Out in the Parking lot?" Brit offers.
Harding looks at his watch, "You both should get to class. If you meet outside please refrain from any fisticuffs."
Brit scowls, "Darn. All those kickboxing classes I took last year are going to waste."
Chuckling Nancy groans, "And, I was training to be a Sumo Wrestler."
The girls tease each other with battle stances as they stand. Before leaving the two darlings join forces for a final form of attack toward Harding. He was certainly amused. Thankful that this situation was taken care of by Brit. It could have gone South fast.
As Nancy steps out Brit stops just long enough to whisper across at Harding, "I'm making up raffle tickets later for the Teachers. They can pick one of the other girls. I'm ALL yours Big Daddy. This weekend."
She winked then closed his door behind her.
Harding contemplated their little contest and shivered. He so adored Britney Foxx.
As tempting as their agreement was he still had sweaty palms. Things could still get out of hand concerning the Charity activities. While he knew that he should stop letting the girls get away with murder his needs said differently.
The school bell made him jump.
Classes began and normalcy for once enforced. With nerves on edge all of the student body were quiet and contemplating what they knew. Ninety percent of the school thought the Girls were too cool to get into trouble. The rest were torn by decency yet feared the outcome of creating a scene. They would let "Nancy Barker" speak for them. Little did they know her allegiance was in question.
At Lunch Britney discovered Grace sitting alone. She was too busy on her cellphone to notice her arrival. Sneaking up Britney read her texting over the girls shoulder.
"Be sure to tell Kyle to bring more friends next time he's in town."
Grace jumps slightly then laughs, "I was just telling him what he missed at the Car Wash."
Brit raises an eyebrow, "Admitting to blowing guys through the glory holes?"
Grace bulges her eyes, "Nooo! I am afraid he will hate me if he knew."
"Better not tell him then. Heck, unless he hears about what we did I wouldn't even admit to being there." Brit sits down straddling the bench beside her.
"He knows what you and I are like from the night I stayed over. What we did uptown. Do you really think he will hate me?"
