The day began as any other day would have. I woke up at 6AM, took my shower before school, got dressed in my favorite fall outfit, short sleeveless shirt and a cute skirt, put on my socks and shoes and headed off to school. As I walked through the front door and into my first period class, there was nothing to indicate that today was the day my life would change forever.
My name is Elizabeth but everyone just calls me Biz, I am a 18 year old senior in high school. I had a great life, I was popular, I was a cheerleader, I was considered attractive and had a good group of friends. I was 5'5, skinny, pale skinned, blue eyed, and brunette. I had a pretty face and was told I have a nice ass, but always felt subconscious about my small breasts. But all in all, I was happy and confident in my appearance.
I was super excited to be a senior and I loved pretty much all my classes, however there was one big exception, and that was gym class. Not only did I not have a single close friend in that class, but my locker was located directly next to the weirdest girls in school.
They called themselves the 'Goth Queens' and they always wore all black. They were all tall and intimidating looking and had attitudes to match. Veronica was the clear leader of the trio, she had dark persian skin with hair as black as the midnight sky. She was nearly 6 feet tall with shoes on, she had a deep commanding voice. She was slightly chubby and had a muscular build to her, I'm pretty sure she could beat up most boys at school. One thing was for sure, she was not to be messed with.
The other two girls clearly followed her lead, their names were Eva and Blair. They were also tall, but not quite as tall as Veronica. They each had pale as snow skin. Eva had her hair dyed black but with blue stripes while Blair had black dyed hair with green stripes. Unlike Veronica who was wider, these girls had a much more thin build to them.
The thing about those girls is none of them were really that unattractive, if they actually dressed normal and had regular hairstyles they could actually be quite pretty. But it was clear they had no intentions of ever doing that. They enjoyed being different, weird and intimidating to other girls. They never talked to anyone but themselves and everyone else just left them alone. Although alot of people did gossip about them, no one ever dared say anything to them, and for good reason. It was rumored these girls were satanic.
I tried to do the same, I didn't want anything to do with them, but unfortunately for me my gym locker was assigned directly next to them, and when I would walk in to change my clothes into my gym uniform I could feel them watching, their eyes were all over me everytime I undressed into my thong underwear and bra before putting on my short gym shorts and shirt. They would just sit there and stare everytime. Blatantly stare. It was obvious they had a major crush on me. At first I even thought it was a little bit flattering.
But after months of them checking me out while changing, it got to the point where I had to change inside the stalls in the bathroom so they couldn't stare at me in my bra and thong. It was clear that the girls were major lesbians, which I didn't have a problem with since I supported LGBT rights and everything, but the way they stared at me was very inappropriate and made me uncomfortable, moving into the stalls to change was absolutely a no brainer.
There was a serious look of disappointment on their faces the first time I came out of the bathroom stall already in my gym clothes. But over time, that look of disappointment turned into something more of anger. It was clear they wanted me to undress infront of them again, but those days are over with, and they were going to have to get over it, or atleast that's what I thought. Over a week had gone by of me changing in the stalls and I thought the issue was done and over with for good.
The school day went by like it normally did, I had a big test in Spanish class I felt like I aced, in Biology class we went on a walk outside that was refreshing, and during lunch I was able to chat away with all my friends, the day was going good, and the only class left in the day was Gym, but I no longer felt as much anxiety going to that class because I didn't have to undress infront of the so called "Goth Queens" who loved to watch me.
I walked into the locker room and headed straight for the bathroom stalls as I have been doing for over a week now. I quickly changed into my gym outfit and walked back out to my locker where the Goth Queens were still hanging out. They were all staring directly at me as I walked up to my locker and knelt down to open it. For some reason I always got a little nervous around them, it was something about their attitude, their presence, the way they looked. It intimidated me, I fumbled my locker combination over and over because I was so startled. I could hear small bits of laughter each time I messed up my combination, causing me to get more nervous. After about my 8th attempt I finally managed to open my locker and throw my bookbag in there. My hands were shaking I was so nervous, this was very unlike me, something was off. They don't normally stand directly over me when I kneel down to open my locker, it was strange and it made me extra nervous.
"Did you get that?" Veronica said outloud.
"Oh yes, I got the numbers!" Eva said laughing.
Startled by hearing them talk, I turned my head and looked at them briefly with a confused look on my face. They were all standing next to me just staring at me, making me even more nervous. They don't usually talk to others.
"What the fuck are you staring at?" Veronica said with a nasty venom in her voice.
I froze dead in my tracks. I was so startled by what she just said to me that I just stood there like a deer in headlights, completely flabbergasted.
The Goth Queens all started laughing at me as I stood there in fear and confusion.
"Look at her, she's shaking!"
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?"
"Awh, I think the little cheerleader is going to cry!"
The Goth Queens continued to laugh and stare me down. At this point it was very clear I was intimidated and scared of them. But more so than anything I was shocked beyond belief, not only could I not believe they were talking to me, which they have never done before, it was the way they talked to me, insulting me, putting me down, laughing at me, all while other girls are still in the locker room.
Finally, I snap out of my state of shock long enough to stutter out a response.
"W-w-what is your p-problem?" I say in a fragile voice.
The Goth Queens burst out in laughter again.
"Wha-wha-wha-whats your pa-pa-pa problem huh?" Veronica says, mocking my stuttering.
"Oh my god I seriously think she's going to burst into tears!" Eva shouted.
"Watch out, she's going to take out her pom poms and attack us!" Blair laughed.
Shocked and humiliated, I put my head down and decided the best thing to do was just turn around and walk away. I was too nervous and stuttering too much to engage in a verbal battle with them. I was rattled like I have never been before, all just from a few words. I wasn't feeling my normal self.
I was shaking. My heart was beating out my chest. I felt so embarrassed. Did other girls in the locker room see and hear that? Will they spread rumors? Why were they being so mean to me? I've never done anything to them. Why was I so nervous around them? I hated confrontations and it clearly showed. I'm just too nice and soft spoken to handle situations like this.
For the rest of gym class my mind continued to race. It was impossible for me to focus. I couldn't get over what happened. Those girls have never said a word to me before, but now all of a sudden they are going to belittle me in the locker room? They are loser outcasts! I'm a popular cheerleader, what gives them the right to insult me? I'm way better than them. I started to get angry, but everytime I saw them I got scared. I tried my best to avoid them for the entirety of gym class. I caught them staring at me a couple times, everytime it made waves of anxiety go through my body. I think at this point they knew I was scared of them and it empowered them.
I just wanted to go home. I was so stressed. I looked at the big clock above the fire exit. It read 2:55 PM. Just 5 minutes to go before I'm out of here I thought to myself. I looked around the room and was surprised when I couldn't find any of the Goth Queens anywhere. A small sense of relief filled my body. Maybe they decided to leave early. Good.
The bell rang and I quickly walked into the locker room.
My heart sank as the first thing I saw were all three Goth Queens sitting on the bench right next to my locker. They were already dressed out of their gym clothes and in their regular Goth attire. But yet they were still sitting there, as if they were waiting for me. I started to get very nervous again, my hands were already shaking as I walked up and knelt down next to my locker. Without even looking at them I could just feel their eyes all over me.
Once again I found myself having serious trouble doing my locker combination properly due to my hands shaking. Over and over I messed it up. All while the Goth Queens stood over me watching, laughing at my repeated failures.
They counted out loud after each time I messed up.
