Mandy is a cheerleader. She's the epitome of cheerleaders everywhere. Other cheerleaders look to her to see what a real cheerleader should look like. She's blonde, platinum blonde, of course, with bright blue eyes. Eighteen, pushing nineteen, and well respected and well liked. She has the perfect figure for cheerleading. A nice tush and a notable bust that wasn't too big, but big enough to be bouncy. Boys would walk into lampposts or buildings they're so busy looking at her instead of where they're going. She's also quite intelligent, doing really well in all her classes.
I can't stand her. It's not jealousy on my part. I have a pretty decent figure myself, even if I am a brunette, and I've never aspired to cheerleading. I like science. I'm an honours student and quite a bit smarter than Mandy.
The reason I don't like her is because she's a complete cu . . . ah, bitch. She's a vicious, backstabbing, vixen who'll gut a competitor and dance on their bleeding body. She is totally ruthless and hides it behind a charming smile.
I'm also scared stiff of her. Normally if two girls fight they use their tongues, cutting each other to pieces. On the few occasions that things degenerate into a physical brawl they pull hair, scratch, and bite. I have this nasty feeling that if Mandy ever got into a real fight she wouldn't waste time pulling hair and scratching. She'd start up with punching, probably with knuckledusters, and continue with kicking. If she had an opponent down she'd probably take time to change her shoes to boots so she could kick harder.
You've heard the saying never kick a man when he's down? Mandy wouldn't understand that. Her reply would be, "Why not? It's easier to kick them then."
That's why I'm scared of her. I beat her as dux of the school and she's not going to forget or forgive. Don't worry about congratulations, the best girl won. It was a case of, "How dare you? You knew I wanted that. You will pay."
The reason I was dux is simple. I'm smarter than her. A lot smarter. Just not smart enough to throw the exams so she could win. She had a go at me verbally but that was playing to my strengths. I backed her off quite easily. If she'd ranted and raved about it I would have been happier than what she did do. She just went very quiet and nodded to me. Now I was waiting for my doom to fall upon me and I was making sure I avoided her at all times.
It was a Sunday afternoon when she managed to catch up with me. I was just strolling through the park on my way home, minding my own business. Then I got hit by a scud missile that came flying out of nowhere and knocked me head over heels onto the grass. I sat up, feeling rather dazed, and looked around to see who had the missile launcher.
It was fucking Mandy, of course. She didn't actually have a missile launcher but that was the only good news. I later worked out that she'd seen me walking along and there was no-one else around and she'd lowered her shoulder and charged into me, hitting me full force. Being totally unprepared I just went ass over crop.
I didn't get a chance to stand up before she launched a kick that caught me on the shoulder and put me on my back again. She looked down at me laughing.
"Every time you try to get up I'm going to knock you back down," she sneered at me. "If you stay down I'm going to trample you. I'm going to kick your pussy so hard that you won't need a dick to lose your virginity. My foot will do it for you."
I was scrabbling backwards, trying to get away from her, absolutely terrified. She was laughing and moving closer to me so she was in decent kicking range when she fell over. I took the opportunity to scramble to my feet and backed up against this whacking great tree. I figured that all I'd have to do was keep the tree between me and her and there would be nothing she could do.
I saw her getting to her feet and then she fell forward onto her face again. The reason for her falling suddenly became a lot clearer. I'd been so focused on Mandy that I hadn't even noticed Nate was there.
Nate is one of those odd characters that every school has. Basically a loner he didn't go in for team sports, keeping to himself and a few close friends. He was quite big, one of the biggest students in the school, and that's including the guys who considered themselves muscle men. I'd never noticed any of them trying to monster Nate, even though everyone else seemed to be fair game.
"I like Cecelia," Nate told Mandy, which was probably news to Mandy. It was certainly news to me. "She's a nice young lady and I don't approve of you assaulting her."
