It was the beginning of a celebration. The end of my senior year and then on to bigger and better things. It was supposed to be the best months of high school, but this event would turn it into the worst. My name is Carly. I'm a senior in high school at Melville high and captain on the track team with my event-long jump. This final year had been going perfectly. My grades were good and I had just been accepted to Rutgers on both academic and athletic scholarships. Just before Christmas I had purchased my first car with my 18th birthday- an old beat up thing but I was excited about it. This new year's party would be a full celebration of all of that- or so I thought.
I arrived at the party looking my best, now I'm not vain, but in my new shirt (a bit low cut but this was a party after all), hot tan skirt perfectly accentuating my ass, and long wavy blonde hair, I knew I looked good. I scanned the room quickly and saw the usually crowd. I headed straight over to my friends on the team making sure to avoid David. We had broken up 2 months ago. It wasn't a bad breakup- we were realistic abut us moving to college in a few months- but I didn't want to start off the party with any notes of bitterness or sadness.
It was your typical party, honestly I don't remember much of it now. I'll admit I was drunk, so when I saw Nicole talking to Dave, flirting and laughing, I got more mad than I should have been. True we were broken up, but who was she to move in like that. Nicole was also on the track team, a middle distance runner and a sophomore I think. She was the classic girl next door type, slim with long brown curly hair. In a few years she would be beautiful, but for now was still firmly in the "cute" category.
I walked up up to her and said "Look, I don't know who invited you here, but keep away from David. Know your place." And then walked off before she had a chance to respond.
Not soon after I saw them again- definitely flirting. I got mad, I don't know if it was the liquor or unresolved feeling but I walked over and made mistake #1.
Without saying a word I lowered the contents of my drink (svedka and lemonade, a classic high school drink) down all over Nicole. She was wearing a tight white shirt tucked into jeans- of course making her black bra underneath visible.
"What did I just tell you? Time for you to leave before I humiliate you even more, little girl."
I don't why I called her a little girl; she was only and inch shorter than me at 5'4, but with my large legs, butt and full C cups boobs I looked much bigger. I guess I figured it would make her back down- so I stuck with it.
"What the hell Carly?!!" she shrieked, covering her top half as best she could. "You bitch".
That set me off. I jumped on her pulling her hair and clawing at her face. The music was still going at the party but there was still a sudden hush. In desperation she fought back looking to get herself out of this mess. I was beating on her pretty badly, but I was tiring. After all she was made for stamina, whereas I was not. Nicole pulled herself to her feet and was circling me, jumping away each time I attempted to hit her. Finally, as I tired she reached out to slap me. Ready for this I jumped and instead of slapping me, her hands caught on my skirt ripping it off. There I was in a crowd of my friends with me navy, frilly thong exposed to all. Not how I thought this would go. Immediately I crouched down to minimize my exposure. While I was very proud of my butt- it was large and perfectly firm, your classic bubble butt- I wasn't ready to show it.
"Please give me back my skirt-I I I'm sorry, I'll stop this." I stammered out.
Unfortunately Nicole was smart. She wanted to end the fight and make sure I left, so she said "Sure, I'll give you the skirt but in exchange you need to hand me your shirt."
I thought about it- my bra was cute, and certainly did not reveal me like my thong did. It would be embarrassing but it was worth it.
"Deal."
