They rummaged through their handbags, pulling out compacts and lipsticks, their eyes focused on their reflections in the mirror. It won’t happen again.” I continued to fumble with my bra, not daring to meet their eyes. Lauren continued to approach me, her eyes gleaming with malice. The popular bitches with their all powerful bitch queen Lauren. As I went to grab my clean bra I heard the door to the changerooms open and the all too familiar sound of bitchy gossip fill the room. Her moans became more frequent until she finally let out a little cry as she pushed out a little bit of squirt. Lauren continued to approach me, her eyes gleaming with malice. Now, why would stinky Stacy feel the need to lie to the new students about us being bitches?”
My voice trembled as I replied, “I’m sorry, Lauren. I was wrong. If I were a bitch, I’d have to meet those criteria, wouldn’t I, Stinky Stacy?”
I tried to move away, but Olivia and Naomi grabbed me by the arms, holding me in place.
