Regina and Sydnie-Ann were waiting for me and didn't like what they saw as I approached them with Becky at my side.
I saw Sydnie-Ann nudge Regina as Becky and I climbed the steps to the school's entrance. I knew trouble lay ahead, and like the fool I was, I walked right into it.
"Hi Reggie ... Hi Sydnie-Ann," I said.
They all but ignored me and stared hard at Becky.
Becky acted as if she couldn't have cared less. But then she poured fuel to the already simmering flames and said, "I guess I'll see you later, Howie. And by the way, you were terrific, you know?"
Then she threw her arms around me and kissed me flush on the mouth, inches from where Regina and Sydnie-Ann were standing open-mouthed.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing with my boyfriend?" Reggie hissed as the anger within bubbled to the surface.
"Who says he's you're boyfriend? He just finished eating me out at my place. Would you're boyfriend do that?" Becky spat each word deliberately into Regina's face.
"You fuckin' slut!" Sydnie-Ann yelled and moved toward Becky, but Regina shoved her away. "No, this is me and her, Sydnie ... me and her!"
Then she was moving toward Becky, unsure even as she moved what she was going to do once she got there. This wasn't like her at all, but her sudden fierce, and unexpected, anger demanded that she act, that she punish this ... this snotty bitch!
I watched as Becky waited calmly for Reggie's attack, a condescending smile on her pouty lips, seemingly unconcerned with what was about to happen.
"You bitch," Reggie yelled, and lashed out with her hand, slapping Becky hard across the cheek. The clear crack of flesh on flesh rang throughout the high school's entrance.
Becky's head snapped sideways, and I saw that the arrogance and condescension were gone from her face, replaced by a look of shock, and then a growing look of fury.
Her eyes flashed, and she lashed out in return, her open hand catching Reggie on the jaw, not the cheek as she intended, but still hard enough to turn her head sideways. "Cunt," she snarled.
Reggie told me later that the slap certainly hurt, but her adrenaline was flowing, and she didn't feel a thing; except more anger.
I have since come to understand that teenage girls use fighting to make a statement about who they are; and as a means of venting pent-up rage, whether long term family problems or the accumulation of everyday pressures. They also fight over guys from pure, unadulterated jealousy.
Reggie had never been in a fight before, but she had grown up with two older brothers and had taken her share of sibling beatings, and had learned some tricks from them. Now she decided she was going to use all that to her advantage.
She made a fist and drew her arm back preparing to throw a round house right. It certainly seemed a good idea. But she took a fraction of a second too long, and after crowing, "Take this slut face," Becky slammed into her, and the two of them went down in a tangle of arms and legs.
They crashed to the floor, a mass of hair and fury, scratching and biting and snarling and cursing. They rolled and tumbled, each trying to gain leverage over the other, trying to pin the other down. Their legs were locked about each other's, holding on, neutralizing; their hands clawing at whatever they could reach. Students poured out of classrooms' and began cheering for one or the other, not knowing the reason for the fight.
Becky, momentarily on top, got a hand in Reggie's hair and yanked on it painfully, eliciting a small shriek of pain. Reggie tried to respond in kind, but missed her hair and locked onto Becky's skirt instead. She threw herself to one side, trying to pull Becky over onto her back, but with a loud tearing sound, the skirt ripped from hem to waist and held there belt-like exposing most of her ass save that skimpy portion covered by her thong.
As it gave way though, Becky lost her balance and stumbled to one side allowing Reggie to push her off.
Free for a moment, Reggie tried to get to her feet. Becky was quickly back attacking her, reaching out and grabbing her legs Reggie struggled against her grasp, trying to rise, and was pitched forward with her skirt bellowing up, revealing the white lacy panties she was wearing.
Reggie slowly got back to her knees and tried to rise, but Becky was all over her once again, bearing her back down to the floor, her hands now locked on flesh, her nails digging in painfully. Reggie struggled against her, trying to curse and yell and scream, but all that came out was grunts as she used all of her effort to twist and turn, and seek the upper hand. Flesh was in front of her face, and without thinking she bit it.
"Ow, you cunt! Becky howled, as Reggie's teeth dug into her arm. Cursing more, she pushed Reggie away, and climbed to her feet. Her top hung loosely from her right shoulder. One breast was exposed having been jarred out of the t-shirt she wore during a scramble on the floor.
The boys looking on almost all had erections, and several of the female onlookers took note and would compare those notes for the next few days with other girls. I should mention that four girls at my school became pregnant that month, and while I can't attribute it to the fight, I most certainly think it was a major factor.
Reggie's attire wasn't much better than Becky's. She was virtually pant less and stood there for one shining moment, one breast peeking out from her wine colored top smoothing down her skirt to cover her lacy panties before Becky tackled her from her knees.
Their exertions had both of them sweating however, and her hands slid across Regina's bared, slippery torso until they met the only thing she could get a grip on - the panties - and latched on.
They slid easily off her hips, revealing her smooth, white ass, and down her thighs, where they tangled up her legs and sent her spilling back to the floor. Becky jumped on top of her, trying to pin her down, as Reggie thrashed her legs wildly, trying to free them from the entanglement of her panties around her knees.
Locked together, they rolled over and over, crashing down the front steps of the school's entrance and onto a gravely patch of as yet unpaved repair work as several school administrators rushed out of the school toward the combatants.
The girls continued to struggle; their sweat-covered bodies pressed against one another, sliding to and fro. Reggie finally managed to grab both of Becky's arms by the wrists, and used her weight to pin them down. She wanted to slap Becky hard across the face again, but couldn't release her hands, so she did the only thing she could think of. She spit in Becky's face.
"You fucking whore!" Becky hissed, struggling twice as hard. A moment later, she finally broke free and flung Reggie forcefully backwards. Reggie hit the graveled ground with a thud, and lay there stunned.
Becky was seized from behind by a male teacher as she prepared to leap knees first on Reggie's chest. Reggie just lay there panting for breath, too tired to struggle any longer.
Becky calmed down almost immediately, realizing there was big trouble ahead for both of them. A second teacher and the assistant principle managed to find blankets for each girl and covered their exposed body parts as best they could. Other teachers shooed the onlookers away, including me and Sydnie-Ann. Becky and Reggie were sent to the Principal's office and their parents summoned to the school.
Oh, I wasn't allowed to get away from the mess they created. Matters progressed after the arrival of Becky's mother and Regina's father, who it so happened, knew one another-ahem- somewhat intimately before they married their current spouses.
Both Reggie and Becky were suspended for three days with additional punishments placed on them by their very pissed off parents.
