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I want to take a moment to apologize for any errors remaining in the text. Unfortunately I'm unable to find an editor who will agree to edit a story of this length without compensation, so I'm forced to do it myself. I like to think I'm decently skilled at it, but familiarity means almost everyone will miss errors in something they wrote themselves. Hopefully there aren't so many that it renders the story unreadable.

Also a content warning; from here on there are scenes of slightly more intense violence than has been present in previous chapters.

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Nineteen

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Robin

The week had been relatively normal, at least compared to the past several. First of all, no one I knew had gotten arrested (well...Conrad Volkipsey but he was the "obvious" drug peddler at school who got arrested every other month for something).

Second, nothing outlandish had happened related to me or Rhia. Rhia and I had sort of unofficially established our own "harems"; Rhia had Kathleen and Talia (or Doctor Lee), while I had Heather and Skylar.

And, of course, nobody had died. I had to really consider how fucked up my life had become that "nobody died" had become a benchmark for how things were going.

Of course, things weren't rosy by any stretch.

Doctor Lee stopped by the house regularly in the guise of becoming our friend. Despite Rhia making it plain she wouldn't care, I didn't feel right trying to have sex with her. She was attractive enough, and simply watching her walk across the room now was enough to get me hard and wet, but it still felt weird. Doubly so because Skylar had been with me two more times and each time asked to make sure I was okay with her going to Rhia too. I know she'd begged off being with Rhia while my mom was home (her somewhat aggressive reminders to everyone that she was okay getting it on with anyone, anytime, in any combination was a bit much for Kathleen and Talia to take), but I had been driving home from school on Thursday and yesterday and had seen her car headed the other way. She could have been going anywhere, but unless she was headed to the next town over there wasn't anything in that part of town except my house.

It didn't bother me, but it actually upset me that it didn't bother me.

Despite how much of a joke it was to everyone, I'd always respected Jemma for her virginity stance. Sure, she screwed around with the twins and Alexa, but even then it was obvious to me that she had feelings for Alexa.

It was what had actually triggered my own fantasy.

I only partially stayed a virgin (and, let's be real, avoided dating altogether) because of my dedication to schoolwork and activities. If I was honest, I bought in fully to the idea that boys only wanted one thing from girls. I certainly had enough evidence for confirmation bias to back up that view. When I was feeling honest or hard on myself, I still went back and forth with myself on whether I'd agreed to date Brad because I actually felt something for him and wanted to give it a try, or if it was just because it would get everyone off my back about dating while literally ensuring I wouldn't have to worry about him getting into my pants.

And if it was the latter, I was willing to say God or Fate had a severe case of irony.

All of which led to my current frustration. Being crude about it, I needed to fuck, and I needed to fuck a lot. It wasn't practical for me to find multiple girls that would fall in love with me. You could find stories about guys or (very rarely) girls with harems of women that were all in love with them and didn't claw each other's eyes out in fits of jealousy, but they were all fantasy.

But...was one too much to ask?

Skylar had always been a slut. She wore the label proudly and boasted about hitting a body count of 100 in just her freshman year at college. She was just enjoying the new experience. Heather was a friend with benefits if anything. She enjoyed the sex, but she'd admitted to me at one point that part of the reason she was able to let herself go was that she knew there was no obligation; I wasn't after her or her parents' money, I wasn't trying to get her on my side for a case. I just needed to fuck. That lack of attachment (plus whatever was in my cum and precum) let her just slide into a guiltless frenzy of sex.

Katrina was a sticky problem, literally and figuratively. I think everyone except Jemma assumed I'd stopped going to see her since Skylar was available. In reality, I'd seen her three days out of the last five we were in school. She kept begging for my cum, and she offered me ridiculous promises to cum inside her. After last time she'd threatened to start charging me again if I didn't finish in her.

I felt like I was leading her on, somehow, but that didn't make any sense to me. Then again, she'd probably drank a gallon of my cum at this point and even though I had "P in V" sex with her, I never finished that way. Skylar had hunted me down and dragged me into a bathroom stall at the mall after just one encounter; I half expected Katrina to be full-on stalking me by now, but I never saw her outside of school. She didn't even approach me during school. Maybe because I fucked her to orgasm?

I would ask Rhia about it, but even talking to Brad and all of us for weeks she still didn't grasp our concept of relationships. She would probably just be confused about why I hadn't cum in her, not seeing a problem with any of the changes that had happened. Including mine.

Bitterness was possibly another reason we didn't get along much anymore.

I checked my watch and hurried down the hall to catch Jemma exiting her class. The overt stuff like what the "Jewel Twins" had done to Jemma's locker had calmed down after Beckenridge tried to suspend Jemma for being a "disruptive influence" and Heather had come down on him like the wrath of God. Jemma got to stay in school, the twins and their cronies got a talking-to courtesy of Principal Andrews, and Jemma's locker actually worked now, though she didn't leave anything in it.

Beckenridge probably should have gotten fired, but he was one of the OG good-ol'-boys of Cumberway; half the school board were drinking buddies with him, and the rest benefitted from his years playing pro football when he'd given generously to local businesses his friends started up.

Unfortunately, as Jemma's psychologist had mentioned once, children are all sociopaths, and teenagers were barely removed from that. Jemma still got people trying to shove, bump, and otherwise abuse her as she moved through the halls. She said she could handle it and I believed her, but the amount of bullshit she had to deal with dropped when I was around. I think it had helped when some skank tried bumping into me instead of Jemma and ended up on her ass.

I didn't know and I was afraid to ask why I was stronger. I thought it might just have to do with my size. Fat people are stronger than thin people who don't work out, just because they need all the extra muscle to move themselves around. It's not healthy muscle, and a weightlifter of equivalent weight will still be stronger, but it's just a matter of physics. I would never weigh 120 again unless I was sick; at a full 6 feet of height it wouldn't be healthy.

Still, I did seem abnormally strong. I'd guessed Rhia's strength came because she'd grown up in a higher gravity, and I was still nowhere near as strong as her. But I was definitely still stronger than average. Maybe my muscles got denser or something?

"Hey!" I called out to Jemma as she headed for the stairwell.

"You don't have to walk me to every class, you know," she said, but she smiled warmly at me.

"It's not a big deal. None of my teachers care if I show up late," I said.

"Because they're worried you'll start teaching the class for them," Jemma joked.

"I would never do that...well...maybe with Kelridge. The woman is so old school and there are better ways to teach-whoa!"

My time playing video games had improved my hand-eye coordination and reflexes. It wouldn't have mattered a few weeks ago, but with my post-Rhia-sex body, I was bigger and had more muscles. So when I saw someone moving fast at Jemma I yanked her out of the way.

That meant the girl who tried to bump into her suddenly had nothing to stop her momentum. Which was in the direction of the stairwell. She sidestepped to try to regain her balance, but her foot went over the stair's edge. Then so did she.

Her leg hit one of the stairs with a loud cracking pop that didn't sound natural, and a second later her scream echoed through the concrete corridor. More shouts joined it as students dodged the falling girl, before several people grouped up halfway down braced themselves and stopped her tumble. It was only when she pulled herself to the wall as she tried to cradle her leg that I recognized Ruby.

The crowd multiplied in seconds. Jemma and I couldn't have left even if we wanted to. Teachers plowed their way through to get control and, of course, Beckenridge stormed up the stairs. He look one look at Ruby in pain and the pair of us standing at the top of the stairs and glared, his look one of anger but a tinge of triumph.

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Principal Andrews's office was a touch crowded but it could have been worse. A whole cadre of Ruby's friends led by her sister had tried to be present as "character witnesses" but the principal had told them to wait outside "until we need you" with heavy undertones of "you aren't fooling anyone."

In the room were myself, Jemma, and Heather. Kathleen had offered to come but I told her Heather could handle it, and Jemma agreed. With none of us working except her and Rhia, finances were still tight and Kathleen was already in "time off debt" because of the few days she'd needed to take off right after she started.

Sitting on the other side of the room was Mrs. Hammersly, and I immediately understood what Jemma meant about her. She had a nice body partially hidden by a pantsuit, but she'd let the blouse remain partially unbuttoned so her cleavage was visible. Her hair was done up in a style I associated with the 1950s, the top curled to form "corners" on the sides of her head, with the rest hanging loose down either side, not quite reaching her shoulders, and her makeup was done in a way you didn't even notice unless you looked. But she looked like a mannequin, or a robot. I made eye contact with her once and had to choke down a gasp or maybe a scream. I didn't know how to describe it except that she seemed...empty.

Beckenridge leaned against the wall next to Principal Andrews's desk, but slightly closer to Mrs. Hammersly. He was also failing to be subtle about staring at the woman's cleavage. Principal Andrews was in a deep green skirtsuit, though you couldn't tell with her behind the desk, and was doing a much better job at being impartial.

"Mrs. Hammersly, how is your daughter?"

"She has a transverse fracture of her patella, likely from making hard contact with the edge of a stair. The doctors have her in the hospital pending surgery in a couple of days. They are tentatively estimating recovery to take five months, but given Ruby's temperament she's unlikely to follow recommendations about lack of activity and movement, so I suspect it to take seven," Mrs. Hammersly said.

Everyone needed a moment to process the fact that she'd rattled all of that off in a neutral tone and didn't seem bothered at all. If I'd shattered my knee I think Kathleen would at least have been in shock, if not angry and screaming.

"So obviously expulsion is back on the table," Beckenridge said.

Heather and Principal Andrews looked like they were about to say something but Mrs. Hammersly looked up at him and said, "Of whom?"

The question caught Beckenridge off guard. "Well...Baker, obviously, and probably Carter. They pushed her down the stairs."

"You did?" she asked, turning to Jemma and me.

"No! She tried to push Jemma!" I said.

"Quiet, Carter! You're in enough trouble without lying about it," Beckenridge snapped. I saw Andrews's and Heather's eyes darken, but then Mrs. Hammersly upended him again.

"No, she's probably right," Mrs. Hammersly said.

Beckenridge looked too confused to say anything and, noticing that, Principal Andrews asked her, "Who's right?"

"The young woman here, Carter. Is that your first name?" she asked.

"N-no, it's Robin," I stammered, unnerved when Mrs. Hammersly's gaze fixated on me.

"Ah, yes, I've heard my daughters talk about you. Anyway, I've observed Jemma several times over the past few years and she's far too submissive to have orchestrated that kind of premeditated attack, particularly after her sexual assault and against the girl who likely orchestrated it."

"I'm sorry, hang on," Heather said, "Are you admitting your daughter is culpable in the attack on Jemma?"

"Of course not," Mrs. Hammersly said, "I said 'likely' and was extrapolating on Jemma's probable opinion. Speculation. Given the interpersonal relations Ruby probably had something to do with it, but neither you, I, nor anyone else will discover evidence of that. Back to the matter at hand, I don't know Robin Carter very well but given that common gossip suggests she is on track to be valedictorian and is fairly conscientious as a human being I doubt she would see a direct assault like this to be worth losing her potential scholarship offers. It's more likely Ruby attempted to attack Jemma and miscalculated, or Robin intervened in such a way that Ruby fell."

"So she's still at fault, then!" Beckenridge said. I wasn't sure, but it was possible

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other person in the room rolled their eyes.

"Is there some reason you're desperate to throw your valedictorian out of school? Do you not realize the press and questions that would raise?" Heather asked him.

"I'm trying to remove a disruptive influence in the school, and I'll stand by that decision!" Beckenrige said, raising himself up to his full height. He was still the tallest one in the room, even if all of us stood up, but no one seemed impressed.

"It's far more likely you think somehow protecting or getting revenge for my daughters will make me open to a sexual liaison with you," Mrs. Hammersly said, "I can save you some time and tell you I'm not interested. If I wanted to have sex with you, I wouldn't need you to abuse your supposed authority to arrange it."

Jaws dropped in the room and Beckenridge was left sputtering, muttering denials despite his expression and attitude giving him away. Finally Principal Anderson said, "Paul, why don't you go back to your office? I think you've 'helped' enough with this."

He left, though not without glaring and Jemma, Heather, and me. Principal Anderson turned to Mrs. Hammersly. "I'm very sorry about this, Mrs. Hammersly."

"No, you're not, but I understand the need for you to say it," Mrs. Hammersly replied.

"I'm sorry?" Principal Andrews said.

"You said that already," Mrs. Hammersly said, then seemed to look again at our principal, "Oh, you're confused. Ruby has been irrationally upset these past few weeks between the failure of the attempt on Jemma, her boyfriend leaving, and her sister's boyfriend getting arrested. Also your football team's dismal performance has meant her social prominence waned. I expected her to act out in some fashion. As I believe the current slang goes, 'she fucked around and found out.' I'm sure whatever is present on your surveillance cameras would be enough to warrant severe disciplinary action, though I will say if you try to have her expelled or if any of you press charges I will be forced to bring my considerable resources to bear in preventing it, and I believe I can outspend you. The good captain can't spend that much time working pro-bono. I would advise you to give Amber a wide berth going forward; she's much more subtle and patient than her sister."

"Are you saying Amber's going to try something?" Principal Andrews asked.

"I think there's a decent probability," Mrs. Hammersly said.

"Don't you think you should speak to her about that?" Heather suggested.

Mrs. Hammersly seemed to think about that like it was a new idea. "I can discuss it with her, but my daughters have little respect for me or my authority anymore. They believe I'm an ineffectual and possibly damaging influence as a mother. Objectively, they're probably right. Either way, short of physical intervention I have little control over her actions. I would simply advise caution. If there's nothing else, I should probably say something to her before I return to my lab, for form's sake if nothing else."

Without waiting for anyone to acknowledge what she said, Mrs. Hammersly just got up and left. The rest of us looked back and forth at each other, except Jemma who said, "I told you she was...off."

"That doesn't begin to cover it," Heather said, "You realize she just sat there and told us, straight faced, without a single tear or bit of frustration, that her daughters hate her and think she's a bad mother? Like it didn't matter to her. If you weren't already avoiding them, I'd say stay away from her daughters and anyone they know."

"I can assure you we have a zero tolerance policy on bullying in the school," Principal Andrews said.

"No offense, Mrs. Andrews, but with one of your chief enforcers playing favorites I'm not sure how much that's worth," Heather said.

"I...understand your position," Principal Andrews said, her face darkening, "And I plan to discuss that with Assistant Principal Beckenridge immediately after this meeting."

She paused then and looked at her computer, then back up at the rest of us. "I just got the camera footage from the IT group," she said.

She turned her monitor so we could see. It was an angled overhead view, but it clearly showed Ruby moving fast through the crowd, who mostly got out of her way. She detoured across the hall toward Jemma and I and tucked her shoulder. Then I yanked Jemma out of the way.

At full speed it almost looked like I'd pulled Jemma in for a hug and Ruby just launched herself down the stairs. I heard Heather sigh and she shared a look with Principal Andrews.

"What?" I asked.

"It's nothing really," Heather said, "just...with this video it's hard to prove that Ruby was after Jemma. If this were a trial it would come down to the jury. It means Ruby probably can't be punished for this, and the principal can't come down on her sister about anything, other than warning them you two weren't at fault and they shouldn't retaliate, but we all know how well those warnings stick when you're in high school."

"Yeah; you may as well hang a sign on my back that says 'fu-'...ummm...'beat me up if you want Amber to like you'," Jemma griped.

"You know you don't have to stay here," Heather told her.

"Miss-, sorry, Captain-"

"I really don't care that much," Heather said, "Actually I'm curious about how Mrs. Hammersly knew my rank."

"Well, Miss Myers, I don't know that it's appropriate for you to encourage Jemma to drop out of school. A solid education is critical to later success in life, not to mention it's the law," Prinicipal Anders said.

"Again, due respect Mrs. Anders, but Jemma doesn't seem to be getting much education lately, except in how to deal with public harassment and assault attempts. We're not making any decisions now, but dropping out for her own safety is definitely on the table," Heather said.

"I understand," the principal said.

"And Jemma's going to get her work from her teachers and take the rest of the day," Heather added. "Robin...?"

"I'll stay," I said after a second. I wanted to go home and make sure Jemma was okay, but she seemed fine, and she might run into Rhia's arms if history was any indication. I didn't want to deal with that.

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