"Oh God!" Cathy squeaked. Her knees trembled as she nervously wiped her hands on her rough wool skirt.
Tammie glanced from her new friend to the girl walking down the hall toward them. The girl didn't look like she should inspired such an overblown reaction. Nose held high, smirking knowingly as conversation stopped as she strutted past open doors. Well, Tammie had to admit, the girl was pretty, with slate eyes, blond hair, and big boobs. She would probably be going out with the hunky quarter back in some other school. Tammie gave her own knowing smirk, because there was no quarter back here...no hunks whatsoever because this was a girls only school.
Not just your average girls school. This school was for girls that had been in a small bit of trouble, and yet had parents that could afford the tuition. It was called Camp Rehab, where girls could get cleaned up and earn college credit. But it was a ridiculous place all in all. Like these stupid uniforms. White oxford shirt, wool skirt, white socks, and Mary Janes..it looked like something out of an film about British schools, not something in the United States.
"Hey Scunt," the pretty blond said. "Trying to make friends with the new girl? Why do I have the feeling you haven't told her your position here? Or perhaps you have? Maybe the new girl likes your particular talents? You know she has to ask me for permission first. You haven't given her any freebies, have you?"
"No prefect," Cathy whimpered, eyes downcast, not daring to look at those hard blue eyes. "I..I.."
"My shoes need polishing Scunt."
"...please..." Cathy's eyes filled with tears as she knelt down at the prefect's feet.
Tammie had seen enough. At first she thought the bullying was some kind of good natured teasing, but when she realized the stuck up little blond was serious, she was determined to do something about it. Yes Prefect. No prefect. Who was she anyway? The little bitch was a caught with drugs or stealing just like everyone else here.
"Leave her alone!" Tammie pushed the prefect in the chest, making the girl stumble backward. "Get up from there Cathy. She's not going to bully you anymore."
"Is that so?" The blue eyes narrowed. Her lips turned up in what passed for a smile.
Tammie puffed up her chest and dared the shorter girl to push her back. But the girl simply smiled, winked down at the girl kneeling at her feet, then turned around on her toe, and strutted back down the hall.
"Wait!" Cathy begged, lurching to her feet, and running after the blond.
"Cathy, come back." Tammie said. "You are a grown ass woman and you don't have to put up with that shit anymore. She'll have to come through me first."
But the Prefect kept walking and Tammie followed behind like a puppy.
Fucking weird. Tammie just wanted a friend. Initially, she tried befriending her roommate, but the girl was strange and not in a good way. She...well, she tended to touch and those touches lingered for too long. Her neighbors were standoffish. That left Cathy. These girls were not what she was used to. The girls back at home had been ...more adventurous. More stylish. More artsy. More fucking fun than this bunch of drones. Well at least she would be out of here in a year with two full semesters of college under her belt.
Too bad she'd been busted at that party with crack cocaine. The worst part was, it wasn't even hers. She smoked weed and did a little ecstasy when it was available. Like everyone who was anyone, she'd done LSD and shrooms just so she could see what it was about. But she didn't do crack. Only losers did crack, and she wasn't a loser. Some fucking loser had put it in her bag though, and that was all it took to get her sent here with these fucking drones, a prefect with the Hitler complex. What the hell was a prefect anyway? But the choice was this expensive ass rehab camp or jail.
Tammie was so caught up that she didn't notice that all the girls had deserted the hall and shut their doors. Didn't even notice that her roommate wasn't in their shared dorm. She peeled off her uncomfortable school issued uniform, put on a Tshirt, turned up her iPod nano, put on her headphones, and hopped into bed listening to Apex Twin.
She closed her eyes and thought back to better times, but she wasn't daydreaming for long before her headphones were abruptly pulled out of her ears.
"The Headmaster requests your presence this moment!"
Just great. Who was this old short bitch? Oh that was right. Dorm mother, residence lieutenant or something or other.
"What?" Tammie asked.
"Twenty five demerits!"
"Okay..okay...I'll be right out." Tammie said. Jesus, did the woman think Tammie was going to take off her nightshirt in front of her?
"Fifty demerits."
"I need to put on some clothes...and shoes."
"Seventy five demerits."
Tammie didn't even know what these demerits were about. To tell the truth she wasn't listening during her brief orientation to camp hell...er rehab.
Tammie choked back her retort and bent down for her shoes.
"One hundred demerits.You are going for a record on your first day young lady."
"I..I..." Tammie stammered. Were they even allowed to treat her this way? She was nineteen years old damn it. But, she followed the cruel woman, barefoot, and only clad in a thin night shirt, panties, but no bra.
"When the headmaster requests your presence immediately, she means immediately. Do you understand young lady?"
"I understand."
But Tammie didn't understand such stupid rules. Didn't understand the doors to the other rooms being cracked open and curious eyes staring at her as she left the hall, and then downstairs. But there was worse to come. The fall air was brisk during the day, but frigid at night. Much colder here in New Hampshire than her native South Carolina. Her nipples hardened and the tight nubs were easily visible through the fabric of her thin shirt. She crossed her arms over her chest to preserve her modesty.
"Keep up or you'll earn more demerits."
"I'm trying." The side walk hurt the tender soles of her feet. She should have taken the demerits and put on her shoes anyway, fuck this bitch.
"Twenty five more demerits for back talk."
Tammie bit her tongue, and walked on the grass to avoid the rough surface of the sidewalk.
Soon they were walking up the stairs of an old Victorian home. Tammie walked through the door the woman held open.
"What happened to your feet?" the woman asked.
"I..must have ...accidentally."
"Twenty five demerits for dirtying the headmaster's floor. Don't just stand there. Wipe them quickly and follow me."
Tammie was ushered into what appeared to be a study.
"Sorry we are late Headmaster," the woman said. "But this one managed to earn one hundred and fifty demerits from her room to your house."
"A girl with spirit," the Headmaster said. "I love a girl with spirit. You may leave now Miss Jane. Thank you."
"Now, as for you." the Headmaster narrowed her eyes. "Stand like you have some manners. Chin up. Arms down.Eyes forward."
Tammie reluctantly followed orders, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her nightshirt, cheeks blushing at the obvious state of her cold tight nipples.
"Now young lady, one hundred and fifty demerits already. You are not going to be sitting down for weeks. And I hear that you've been fighting and shoved a prefect. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I wasn't fighting."
"Step closer to the desk young lady." the headmaster said.
'I'm not a young lady. I'm nineteen damn it. But Tammie kept the words to herself as she stepped obediently to the desk. She did not like the slender stick the woman used to guide her forward. She assumed it was to be used for intimidation.
"Lean forward."
That stick again. It was thin and round. Like the kind an old school teacher would have used before they came out with laser pointers.
"You won't be needing these for awhile my dear."
Oh! That was inappropriate.
"You can't do that!"
