Paige held her books for her next class in close to her chest as she stepped out to her next class, low, demure heels setting a brisk clip down the school hallway. In her final year of high school, a prestigious one where seniors only could really get down and study at Brookridge, she was taking no chances in missing the marks she needed for her college of choice. And that included her clothes too in lighter shades of pastel and white, the pink a softly sensual shade.
Flashing everyone a smile, she brushed her pink hair back over her shoulder, sweeping it away from her face. A bold choice, really, for the end of her schooling but, to heck with it, she'd worked darn hard over the recent months! She deserved a little treat! The sharp bob floated around her cheeks, the edges roughed up for a softer look, something that, at least, highlighted her easy smile and just how she loved to say hi to everyone and anyone, treating everyone the same. They noticed her, even though she was shorter than everyone else at five foot and an inch (the inch was important to her!), Paige flitting through as the socialite she'd always been.
Of course, that didn't mean that she didn't think differently about those who showed more skin than what she deemed acceptable. Ridiculously studious, it was no secret, truly, in the way that she carried herself that she thought herself above those who weren't doing as well as her at school - wasn't that why they were there in the first place? It simply didn't make any sense at all not to go hard for it, working and working so that they could go somewhere in life! And, like, coffee study sessions were the best! Who'd want to slack off with old TV shows and things like that when they could get together with friends and work super hard?
It was not the prevailing opinion throughout the school, however, and quickened her step as she walked past a group of students her own age dressed in dark clothing. Had one of them even been held back a year? What was up with that? Still, she flashed them a bright smile and a cheery 'hello' all the same, not letting her personal opinions get in the way of letting everyone know just how sweet and sociable Paige really was. After all, something like that may well get back to college admission teams and she wouldn't have wanted anyone to have a bad impression of her now, would she?
"Paige!"
Alyssa grinned, a taller blonde with as easy of a smile, swinging an arm around her shoulders and swaying her friend off-balance. Paige squealed and twitched away, eyebrows shooting up into her fringe. She was a shorter girl than Alyssa who seemed to dominate the very room she was in at all times, her smile easy in a face with sharply cut cheekbones, though Paige was more adorably doll-like in her appearance, her round face beaming with cuteness. There was no denying how one would adore her, though she was slight and lean - well, everyone in their friend group as shaped well, the good-looking girls damn well sticking together. Hell, even their bra sizes were similar, which they only knew after comparing them - shyly, of course! - on one giggly sleepover.
"Alyssa! What are you doing?"
Her best friend's smile faltered and she giggled sheepishly, tucking her hair back behind one ear. In the heat of the day, it was losing its straightness, kinking out with a light, flirty curl. And yet it meant that it was not perfect, not perfectly groomed and poised and perfect. Paige's fingers twitched, itching to fix it. Did she have her travel straighteners in her bag?
"I'm so sorry, Paige!" Alyssa chirped, her voice of a higher pitch and eyes plaintively and innocently wide. "I didn't mean to startle you!"
Everything she said sounded scripted but Paige had, somehow, warmed to her over the years. It helped some that Alyssa clearly looked up to her and adored her, mimicking her more and more over the years. Alyssa had even copied her style of dress, a preppy companion to keep her company. It was more than she could say for Lilly, who had moved abroad and was forever trying to get her to cut loose and, as she said, 'have a little fun'. She didn't have time for that kind of fun!
Paige's phone chirped and she reached for it automatically, the pink and blue case subtly eye-catching but not so loud that it would distract her. She hated things that caught her eye, that were so loud and ostentatious that one could not help but stare and stare and stare. But her hand had barely touched her phone when Alyssa gasped and stepped back, fingers flying up to cover her lips in a smear of tastefully shiny gloss.
"Oh my word!"
That was probably something that Alyssa had picked up from one of the books that she was reading at the moment and Paige sighed lightly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes with all her might, although it did so seem that Alyssa made it difficult to sometimes. And yet she could not have said that her reaction was any different as her eyes followed Alyssa's, landing on the black yoga pants with the logo on the waistband reading 'LOVE PINK' in hot pink cupping her tightly muscled buttocks like a soft hand.
It was hardly suitable attire at the best of times for school but, well, administration had become rather lax on that side of things of late, so Paige only supposed that Carley too, with her short, brown hair and glassy expression, a beatific smile plastered across her pale face, had fallen by the wayside on that count. She hardly saw the girl around school anymore, a slacker that Paige did her best to avoid for it was more than simply difficult to interact with her as if she was an equal, but to see her dressed so, flaunting her body in such a way... It was unspeakable!
"What..." Her eyes followed Carley down the corridor as the other teen bounced along her way, seeming to put an extra bit of a swing into her stride as if she was actively trying to draw attention to her ass. "What in heaven is she wearing? To school!"
Not one to usually make her opinions known within earshot of those who could say something about them, her gasp turned heads and yet Paige could not stop herself, opening and closing her mouth like a shimmering fish out of water (not a goldfish - that would be too common for her), eyes wide and popping out of her skull. The yoga pants were so loud that they were simply impossible to ignore too, the bejewelled writing proclaiming to 'love pink' - just what was all that about? How tawdry! That was an old English word and she tried not to think about just how that one had come into her mind when she'd been scorning Alyssa for using a similar expression. Maybe they really were more alike than she thought but that wasn't entirely a bad thing.
Yet Paige could not help herself, lingering as her eyes bulged, lips pressed together so that she did not say something that, maybe, she'd later regret. The yoga pants could not have been more attention grabbing if they'd tried to be, even the bright pink writing seeming to glitter and sparkle in more than one shade, standing out from the black of the pants. A sliver of ankle was on show too and that in itself made Paige frown, lips tightening together even more as something twisted in her gut. To say the least, she wouldn't be caught dead wearing anything like that. Of course, the words were going to come out whether she wanted them to or not: such was the influence of the Love Pink pants.
"This better not become a trend!" Paige huffed, crossing her arms with the books still contained within them, patting her head to put back the imaKatiery hairs that had ruffled out of place. "How people can wear things like that... It disgusts me!"
It was only natural for her to put extra emphasis on certain words but Alyssa bit her lip, eyes sliding around the hall, bouncing from one person to the other: more so than Carley, they were the ones who were attracting attention.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's just a pair of pants, it can't be that bad," Alyssa tried to talk her down off the ledge. "It won't be a thing, don't worry about it."
For the moment, Paige was mollified. Just what impact, really, did one slut have on her life? Well, she just wouldn't be writing her a Christmas card that year if she was going to flaunt herself all over school like a harlot! See what she thought about being left out of that then!
Maybe something like she wouldn't be invited to her graduation party would be better.
And yet there was something more sinister at work as Carley paused in the corner, giggling as she cornered a friend of hers dressed as she would have before in plain old jeans.
"Don't you just love pink," she breathed, eyelashes fluttering. "It makes my ass feel so good... The fabric is so soft, like getting a hug whenever I move. Why don't you try a pair?"
Her friend sweated nervously, backed into a corner of the wall from which there was no escape.
"Uh... Yeah, maybe?"
And, just like that, she was frogmarched from school before her next period had even begun, complaining and protesting weakly all the while as Carley brought in the newest victim to the hive-mind mentality of Love Pink. Of course, those on the inside knew what it was all about, whispering tales of how sensually soft the fabric was, how they made them feel like they weren't wearing anything at all. They liked to pose, to booty-tooch like those on the modelling show, drawing more and more eyes and attention to their asses. After all, with the yoga pants of Love Pink, they were their best feature: just why wouldn't they want to draw attention?
No one realised or cared really all that much, least of all Paige and Alyssa, although Paige was forced to keep silent on more than one occasion. There was so much more at stake for her than the lives of those sluts, posing up against walls in a line with giggling lips and coffee cups from that fancy chain that only had drinks full of super-sugar, frothy piles of cream to be licked saucily off finger tips in the eyes of boys. But they didn't seem to have eyes for any of the guys at their school either, just for one another and the yoga pants with the pink writing that they all boasted.
They spread through the school like the virus that they were and one could not fail to notice, as time went on, the glazed over expressions and bubbling conversations so unlike their old personalities that it was shocking, really. Was it a trend? A fad? Something that would pass? And yet the infatuation with Love Pink did not seem to at all be going anywhere as those from every clique that Paige could have thought up to slot her high school students into neat little boxes lost members to the Love Pink horde, their yoga pants obsession and teasing glances as they sought to get more and more people into the clan, so to speak.
"Alyssa... Something's happening."
But, as the horde of Love Pink supporters grew and grew in their black yoga pants, she could not deny that something was going on, something underhanded that none of them could have ever have expected or come to anticipate in any form. Paige grew uneasy and tugged at Alyssa's sleeve, subtly trying to get her attention. Yet even Alyssa was gawking at the horde of pink yoga pants, all seeming alike one another, although there were subtle differences between them. Some were black and pink in a diamond pattern, although there was always, always, more pink than anything else, others had pink zebra stripes slashed across the backside, the lines breaking up the image and yet still managing to draw in attention to it above all else. Regardless of the style, pink was dominant and, of course, the 'Love Pink' text emblazoned crudely across the backside of the waistband of the pants. It was always there as if it was mocking them, the horde of giggling, fancy drink sipping teenagers reverting to baser, maybe even more basic forms of the young women that they had become.
