In my experience, there are two kinds of stuck up people. There were people who were born with everything and never appreciated it. There were also people who were born with nothing, worked hard to get somewhere and resented everyone along the way for either not working hard enough or getting too much of a head start by comparison. I was definitely the latter. I grew up in a rural Nevada town to poor parents who were poorly educated. They loved me, and tried their best to support me, but instead of appreciating the sacrifices they made for me, I resented them for not being able to provide me with more. It also didn't help that I became smarter than both of them early in life. I was a very gifted student, and got straight A's my whole life. Not only was I smart, but I was desperate to make something of myself and make a better life than my parents did.
I wasn't just gifted academically. I grew to be 6'1, strong and explosive. I figured if I could get really good at a sport, that would help my chances of getting into a good college. Team sports wouldn't really work because the competition was so weak in my area, no scouts would take me seriously. Even though I would have been great at basketball, it would be hard to get a scout out to this area to see me. The sport I realized was for me was track and field. I was too big to be a fast sprinter, but my height, long arms, strength and explosiveness made me an exceptional discus thrower. The nice thing about track was, it didn't matter where you were, a long throw attracted attention no matter where you were.
I truly dedicated myself to throwing, knowing my academics would be looked down on due to the low quality of the public school I went to. I continued to get straight A's and won two state championships in the discus. You would think I would have been happy, but I was so determined to get to the next level I never appreciated the accomplishments I was currently achieving. While this made me a miserable person who looked down on everyone I met who wasn't as successful as me, it drove me to achieve more than I could have if I was satisfied with my results.
My hard work paid off and I got accepted on scholarship into the only college in the country that was top 10 for academics and track. I moved out to the California school and was excited to finally be with other high achieving people. I instead found that everyone was rich and had been given huge advantages to get to this high quality school. I resented them for being able to take the easy road, but I did enjoy talking to people as smart as I was for the first time. I was excited to go our first track meeting early in September. I had been working out all summer as our coach had prescribed and was ready to prove to all these preppy kids that I belonged.
Practices started, and athletically I did great, and I knew I would be able to contribute to the team's success. However, my less than charming personality was rubbing some of the girls the wrong way. One our team captains, Erica, seemed to make it a personal mission to put me in my place. She was the perfect example of someone who made it here easy. She was super rich, went to a fancy private school for high school, drove a BMW convertible around campus and always had the best clothes. She was also drop dead gorgeous. She was short, 5'2, with blonde hair, blue eyes and a wonderfully toned body. She was also an incredibly fast sprinter, fastest on the team in 100 and 200 meter dashes. She seemed to have everything, and I couldn't stand that about her. She was always yelling at me, pointing out whenever I made a mistake and giving me a hard time. I was not about to be put in my place by some rich bitch.
I figured I would get even with her by trying to hook up with her boyfriend, Tyler. I may not have been as traditionally pretty as Erica, but I had huge tits, biggest on the team, a nice ass, dark hair and skin and also had a toned body. I never had any problems getting boys in high school even though I wasn't the nicest girl around. I hit on him at a team party when Erica wasn't looking. He was drunk and probably would have hooked up with me if one our teammates didn't stop it from happening. She immediately told Erica, who surprisingly didn't come berate me for it. I guess she knew not to mess with me.
The next week at practice I kept hearing the guys team snickering when I went by. I overheard one of them saying old bay. I thought nothing of it and assumed it was boys being dumb boys. I heard old bay more and more and realized this was not a coincidence. I grabbed one of the smaller guys on the team (a weak distance runner) and asked what old bay meant. Before he could answer, it hit me. Old bay is a seasoning put on crabs. They all thought I had crabs. Instead of yelling at me at the party, Erica spread a rumor that I had crabs to the guys and girls team. I was going to beat the shit out of her.
I went to confront her but our coaches came in. I wasn't about to risk my place on the team, so I just walked past her and whispered "This isn't over"
"You're right Molly, this isn't over" she said.
I kept myself calm throughout practice and went over to the senior girls track house off campus. I banged on the door, and called for her to come out.
I was greeted by the four other girls who lived there with Erica. "Where is that bitch!?" I screamed. She came down the stairs and I tried to go after her, but our teammates caught us.
"Wait, wait a minute you two!" Stacy, our other team captain, yelled. "Listen, I know you two are pissed, but we can't afford for you two to injure each other."
"Like that little bitch could injure me!" I yelled.
"Fuck you skank!" Erica responded.
I went for her again, but we were broken up by our teammates.
"Knock it off!" Stacy yelled. "Molly, if we let you in, will you promise to keep your cool? I know we need to work this out, let's just talk for now though."
I grumbled "I will keep my cool" but I wasn't going to let this end with just words.
"Ok, I know you guys have been pissed at each as soon as you two met, and we can't keep having this kind of stuff happen. Someone will get hurt, and Erica is the best sprinter in the conference and Molly can score some serious point in discus. Rather than let you guys have a traditional fight, why don't you have a catfight."
"What is a catfight?" Erica asked.
"They are like sex fights" Stacy said. All the girls gave her a look. "Don't judge me, Tommy (her boyfriend) likes them. Anyway, it is still a physical confrontation, but the goal is wrestle the other girl into a pin or submission. Whoever wins get to humiliate the loser after by having sex with the loser and making them do whatever the winner wants."
"Tommy is into some kinky stuff" Karen, one of the other seniors, said.
"Listen, it doesn't matter where the idea came from. I think it is a good idea. You both get to work this out and neither of you will do something stupid to get kicked off the team or injure each other. Plus, the rest of the team will get a show."
My hard was pounding. Please say yes, I thought. I was so much bigger than her, I was going to kick her ass. I didn't care about the sex stuff, but if I got the chance to humiliate her in front of the whole team, it would be fantastic. She wouldn't be able to give me shit if I embarrassed her front of everyone. The only problem was, she wasn't an idiot. She could see how big I was and there was no way she would agree to it. Maybe if I mocked her, I could trick her into it.
"There is no way I am sex wrestling her. Look at her" Erica said, with a less than friendly tone.
"You were just about to fight her, why are you scared now?" Karen asked.
"If you do this, you will both stay safe" Stacy reminded her.