This is a Harbinger96 original and is not to be shared, reposted, or redistribute without my consent. All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
Content Warning: Some offensive language and mention of reluctant acts.
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Ah yes, the first day of senior year. Every girl's dream. Unless you happen to be Hailee, of course.
Hailee had been the unpopular nerdy girl that was either picked on or flew completely under the radar. However, this past summer, Hailee hit her physical "glow-up." She had turned 18 in June and she came into the body of a beautiful young woman, but still kept the same awkwardness she had at 15.
Hailee was one of the oldest girls at her school, having to stay back a grade because she had to move around so often her sophomore year. Her best friend, Georgia, was a month older and suffered a similar fate because her dad was military. South Grove was the first place the girls had lived for a whole year without moving since Freshman year.
Hailee was 18, but wasn't in an economic position to take Driver's Ed, let alone have her own car. Luckily for the young woman, she was one of the best city cyclists in South Grove. Getting to and from school, pizza deliveries, and getting to the training gym could be an inconvenience, but easily became part of her physical fitness lifestyle.
Chaining her bike up at the rack, she saw that Georgia's bike was already there. It brought a smile to her face, because out of the 350 and some students at their school, Georgia was the only one she would call her "ride or die."
Tugging her backpack up her shoulders, Hailee took a deep breath and steeled herself. She was about to start the first day of her final year of high-school, and she was doing it as a legal adult. With all the courage she could muster, she went for the entrance and punched in the key code to unlock the door, allowing her into the school.
The school was a four-story building, with a floor for each grade. Hailee had three floors of nobody caring who she was, but as she walked the hall to the center staircase, she couldn't help but notice that she was drawing eyes to her, and they weren't judging, mocking eyes.
Hailee had signed up to a gym as an 18th birthday present and had gone religiously over summer vacation. She and Georgia would workout together frequently, as Georgia got herself ready for track and field and Hailee had started a kickboxing class as part of her birthday present, and she hadn't missed a class since she started that June.
The girls had always been active, relying on walking and biking instead of on rides for where they wanted to go, and then adding on a summer break of working out hard, making pizza deliveries on her bike and the kickboxing classes, Hailee had developed a hell of a body, and the student body was noticing. Tightening up her diet and taking water intake seriously had also helped clear up her skin problems she had the last few years.
Hailee was starting her senior year as a babe, and while taking her classes had given her more confidence around strangers, she wasn't sure how she would be reacting around the students that had been bullying her for her entire high-school career. All she knew for sure was that at the end of the day, she could always count on Georgia.
As the young brunette crested the top of the large center staircase to put her on the "Senior Floor," she took another deep breath, her sharp hazel eyes scanning the hall for her nemeses, namely the cheer-leading squad and their leaders, "The Olivias," a pair of stuck-up and better-than-thou blondes, both named Olivia, of course.
Hailee didn't see her sworn enemies, but she did see Georgia, tall, blonde and gorgeous, waving her over.
"Morning, beautiful," Georgia teased her best friend as she pulled her into a hug. "Ready to get this year over with?"
Hailee sighed as she let Georgia go. "Yes ma'am. I'm ready to get the fuck out of here and hope college is better to us."
The locker assignments were alphabetical, meaning Hailee and Georgia were half of the long hall that stretched the entire length of the building away. Georgia was smack in the middle of the alphabet, which made her locker the perfect place to hang out before school started. However, being in the middle of the hall made them highly visible.
"Georgia, is that a new girl?" Hailee knew that voice without even seeing the mouth it came from. Because her back was turned, she had no warning that the Olivias and their feral posse was right behind her.
Hailee turned around with a none-too satisfied expression on her clear face. "Hi, Olivias," she said, not bothering to even address them separately.
"Ho-ly shit! Hailee? With that ass on you, I didn't even recognize you," Olivia Peterson laughed. "Good for you," the taller of the two Olivias said, trying to reach around Hailee to grab a handful of her improved asset.
"How about you don't fucking touch me?" Hailee countered, slapping the other girl's hand away. Her confidence was certainly higher than the last time she'd seen these girls.
Georgia smiled proudly at her friend's new ability to stand up for herself. She put a supportive arm on Hailee's shoulder. Despite being Hailee's best friend, Georgia wasn't without allies. She was the prettiest, and also most popular girl on the track and field team, and had good grades to match her athletic stats.
"Too bad that body you built is possessed by a dyke," the slightly shorter but curvier of the Olivias chimed in. She must have been referring to the torn blue jeans and button-up flannel shirts Hailee preferred.
"Fuck you," Hailee said with a chuckle that hid how much she wanted to hit that girl, but didn't outright deny it....
"There's no reason for that!" Georgia said, her own feathers ruffling at the way the cheerleaders prodded her friend.
"Did you hop over the rainbow bridge too, Elsworth?" Peterson poked. "Weren't you dating a basketball player last year?"
"Bite the big one, Petey. I know you slept with him after they lost in the finals," Georgia said, wiping the corner of her mouth with an extended middle finger.
"We're not friends, so how about you take your gaggle of morons with you and leave us alone?" Hailee said, crossing her arms under her medium bust.
The Olivias shared a look, and as if on cue, flipped their hair together. "We'll be seeing you, Hailee. Don't think getting magically hot over the summer is going to make you popular. You might turn yourself into a slut, but don't mistake that for people liking you," Peterson finished with clear disdain as she and her girls moved on. Hailee didn't try to send any kind of retort.
"And that is exactly how I expected this year to start," Hailee said, pointing after them. "More bitchy confrontations in the hall and then thinking they own the school."
"I know you're Ms. Badass now with all of your kickboxing and stuff, but I'm glad you didn't try to throw hands," Georgia said, a serious tone in her voice. "You could have mopped the floor with any two of those girls, but they still outnumber us by three, and Peterson's dad is the principal. This kind of is her school...."
Hailee sighed. "Yeah, I know. Which means I'm practically a sitting duck here, and my best chance of defense is out of school." Hailee's grades were better than Georgia's, and far better than both of the Olivias. She was far from mentally helpless.
The first bell rang and Hailee knew she'd have to leave the safety of her discus and javelin-tossing friend and brave the first hour of the day alone. She had no idea who would be in her classes, except that she had Georgia for 7th hour gym and 4th hour social studies.
