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 Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 5:21 pm
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Amiee Tressler
Amiee pouted a bit at the playful teasing, a ghost of a smile on her lips anyways as she sat next to Saralee, blushing at the whispered question. The model took a deep breath before collecting her thoughts, fidgeting with her hands. "W-well.... You just have to follow your gut instinct, I guess. If... you feel that you have strong...uhhh....instincts for something, you should I guess try to accept it. But, you need to be careful if you tell anyone. Because not everybody understands." Her jade eye darkened as a secret that she held bubbled up for a moment, begging to be shared before she pushed it away. Saralee would never understand it if she told her.
The hacker nodded at the mention of taking the blonde back, standing up and gathering up her bloody clothing from the dance before locating a new binder. "I'll be right back." Amiee assured, going to the bathroom to get changed before emerging once again as Alexander. The only difference being her bloody clothes, bruises, and blackened left eye. "It takes many months to learn how to properly bind. Shall we?" Once again, the model offered her date her arm, a gentle smile on her lips. "You can wear the clothes for the night. We can say they came from my sister." |
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 6:06 am
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Saralee Monroe
Saralee smiled and eyed up her date once again in the male attire. This time, she wasn't looking over the clothing and the way Alexander extended his arm. Instead, she kept her eyes on Aimee's jade orbs gazing at her. She wasn't sure what was more strange for her: the fact that she was unable to feel a difference in her date whether it was Aimee or Alexander; or that she was getting the butterflies in her stomach as she reached out to take Alexander's arm. Saralee gently placed her hand on Alexander's arm and gripped it softly, looking up still into the jade orbs capturing her very heartbeat. This is so strange. No matter how much I analyze what I am feeling, it doesn't make any sense. I mean, what does this make me? Am I straight or... no wait what am I thinking? There has never been a homosexual Monroe as far back as I can remember. It's all about passing along the best genes as Father has told me over and over... but... I don't know... this doesn't feel wrong...
The pair headed out to the motorcycle and headed down to the estate where, as predicted, the police were finishing a report with Mr. James Monroe and Mrs. Lilith Monroe about the incident at the dance involving their daughter. Saralee took a deep breath and stepped off the bike as she noticed her father motioning her to come over and her mother waving frantically. Clearly being gone for two hours was a big deal tonight. Saralee lead Alexander up the long stone path to her front door and her parents who looked him over from head to foot. "Who is this gentleman, Saralee? Is this the young man who stepped in and gave David a good kick in the stomach?"
"Oh, yes." Saralee dropped Alexander's hand quickly and brushed her hair out of her face trying to look less attached. "He saw David trying to come after me at the dance and he stepped in front to protect me. He got into a big fight to keep David from trying to get me to get back with him after the crap he pulled. Poor Alexander got roughed up a lot, but he really was looking out for me."
Mr. Monroe stepped toward Alexander, standing slightly over six feet tall and very intimidating to most visitors to the estate. He was a man in his early fifties and had some grey strands along his thin beard and combed back hair. His dark gray suit and black shoes showed his recent return from a late board meeting and no time to relax after coming home to meet the police. He reached out his hand toward Alexander and Mrs. Monroe pulled her daughter to the side to leave the two men to speak without interruption. "A deep thank you is in order, Mr. Alexander. Saralee does need protection after certain boys think they can take advantage of her. Mr. Miller tried to take her innocence already, failed as he did, and I wanted to have him shot. I am thankful that my daughter has chosen a PROPER escort this time. I wish to offer you a reward for your actions tonight." Mr. Monroe reached into his pocket and pulled out a bill fold containing approximately five hundred dollars in assorted bills. "Consider this a thank you from the father of an only daughter and I will not take no as an answer. You are welcome to take Saralee out again if she wishes. She could use someone like you to look after her. Just remember I have people ready to handle you if you try anything off limits with my little girl."
Saralee could barely keep herself from turning red with embarrassment. Her father was never one to thank someone without extending his own wallet. He seemed to think that cash made people take your words more seriously. Still, if he didn't like Aimee when the time came and they wanted to meet up somewhere, she could always ask if Aimee could pretend to be Alexander again. Her father seemed to be pleased enough. That was all she could ask for right now. Saralee looked over and her father motioned her to say good night to their guest and to get ready for school tomorrow. Frowning slightly, Saralee walked back over and stood to Alexander's left side. She curtsied and leaned up a bit, giving Alexander a kiss on the cheek and hugged his arm quickly. "Goodnight, Alexander. Thank you for a wonderful night. I hope I can see you again soon." Her cheeks blushed a bright pink and she smiled up at the woman she knew was under those restraints and men's clothes. She hugged her father quickly around his chest and smiled up at him. "Goodnight, Father." Saralee took her clothes and headed inside the house, ran up the stairs, and quickly went to her window where she could at least see what would happen between her father and Aimee disguised as a very beat up Alexander. |
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 5:47 am
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Amiee Tressler
To say that Amiee was nervous about meeting the Monroe family was an understatement. Though her left eye had gone down a bit, it was still a bit hazy to try and look through, her body trembling slightly from her nerves as she escorted Saralee to her waiting parents. The man was like a mountain to the girl, and Amiee ventured a guess that is he didn't like Alexander, he could easily make her disappear in the same way Ra would say the word; as if it was something far more grim than she should know. However, at the mention of boys trying to take advantage of the younger blonde, her jade eyes hardened, her fists clenching tightly at her sides. No one would do that to Saralee if she had anything to say about it. It was a road she was familiar with indirectly, and she was not going to let her companion travel down it as well.
When the money was shoved at her, Amiee at first tried to decline, but in the end sighed and took it, planning to put it towards bills and whatnot since she wouldn't be attending any shoots for a few weeks. Finally, the entire ordeal was over, and she shook Mr. Monroe's hand with a slight bow of respect, blushing a bit when Saralee hugged his arm and kissed his cheek as well as taking a moment to whisper to her, "Goodnight, Saralee. I am very glad that I was able to spend the night with you. Keep the clothes tonight. You look great in them."
After driving back home, the hacker removed the clothing and took a long, hot bath for her sore body, her jade eyes staring at the ceiling as she played over the events of the night in her mind. Honestly, she wouldn't change a thing about it.
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"Aaaaaand there we have it." She whispered, the entire school electronic scheduling system completely is disarray, Amiee's eyes were blue from the contacts, her hair completely black to hide her pink streak via the hair charcoal. She had switched the locations of all the teachers so many times that the students would be far too busy taking advantage of the confusion for them to properly fix, resulting in a day of chaos and free time. Amiee's black eye had gone down almost completely between compresses and a few of her mother's strange salves that she refused to disclose exactly where she had gotten them, her lip still split and red, but healing over well. All in all, she looked far better than she had during the dance. She had opted for a mostly black ensemble for the day, walking the distance to the school before entering and grinning at her handiwork. Teachers were milling around the office and yelling in their frustrations, staff constantly trying to declare their innocence of the system errors, and the higher administrators all trying to figure out some semblance of order. "Well, that was easy. Didn't even need a Staples button." Amiee giggled to herself as she walked down the halls. She had sent Saralee a message on BeTeenVoice to meet her in the senior quad by the fountain, noting that several students had already opted to sneak right back out from all the confusion. Amiee walked to the spot and sat down, pulling out her laptop and headphones to start working on another song. The hacker was used to being ignored by the school, and she knew that she currently looked nothing like her model self and so she was completely relaxed. Part of her was vaguely worried that Saralee wouldn't actually come, that it had been only for the dance and she had served her purpose, but still, she waited for the junior, hoping she wasn't making a fool of herself. |
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 3:08 pm
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Saralee Monroe
Saralee slept better that night than any other night in a long time. She hugged the clothing tightly as she slept in her pink night gown and silky slippers. It was truly the best dance she had been to in a long time. She checked her cell phone and was surprised to see over one hundred text messages and missed calls from her school mates and even David. David, of all people, should have been smarter than to think she would even consider picking up his calls. She sent one group message to her cheerleader teammates saying she was alright and back home not to be disturbed so she could get some rest. Almost immediately each friend said they were dying to know how her little alone time with Alexander had gone and if she was going to see him again. Truthfully, she wasn't sure how to answer that. Alexander was just Aimee with a disguise on after all. How was she to answer something so tricky? Saralee shook her head and simply typed that she was unsure but really liked spending time with a true gentleman.
The next morning, Saralee woke up before her alarm, anxious to pick out the perfect outfit to wear and hope to impress Aimee with. She decided on a very feminine blue blouse with a dark blue pair of jeans and cream colored flat slippers. A cream colored ribbon tied in a bow around her hair resting on her left ear completed the ensemble. "Oh I hope everything goes well today. I don't need David trying to find me, but I at least know Aimee will be there. If anything, I just want to see her again." The blonde opened her laptop and smiled ear to ear seeing the message from her Fallen_Prince. The cross-dresser wanted to meet her at the school and a lump formed in her throat from excitement. According to the plans Aimee had told her, there would be some confusion so things would be allowing them to talk without being too noticed. Saralee grabbed her light green messenger bag and ran out to her family car waiting in the front of the estate to drive her to school.
When she arrived, Saralee found the teachers and most of the students completely in disarray. Things had happened to the school computers and everyone who had something in the database to fix were gathering around the main office to yell at whoever was responsible. Saralee made her way through the halls and she found a very different looking Aimee sitting on the bench with her laptop seeming to be in her own world. So this is the real Aimee. Not quite what I was expecting, but I can't say I don't like it all the same. She looks like a bad girl... she looks so cool! The blonde smiled and looked around to make sure her cheerleader friends weren't around to question why she was making her way to talk to someone whom was so outside their social circle. Sitting down on the bench beside the woman in black, Saralee nudged Aimee's shoulder and smiled. "Good morning, Aimee. I'm glad I get to see you again!" She had to do all she could not to be so affectionate at school. After all, it was like Aimee had told her before: not everyone will understand. "I hope my Father's way of saying thank you didn't make you feel too uncomfortable. He tends to make everyone a bit hesitant to see me again." |
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 5:29 pm
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 5:56 pm
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Saralee Monroe
The sudden contact from the raven-haired woman sent a shiver up her arm and down her spine. Aimee seemed tense for someone who was normally very laid back. Saralee looked down a bit and gripped the bottom of her shirt in a nervous habit. "Well... I tried to keep it to myself. Having a title as co-captain of the squad means a lot of pressure and David Miller is the captain of the football team. Being together is what the teams considered optimal. But..." Saralee gripped her shirt trim tighter avoiding eye contact and looking at her slippers.
"The night before David broke things off with me, he was trying to get lucky. He was being sweet and holding me close but tried to unhook my dress in his car and ran a hand up my thigh. Needless to say I was frightened, but I managed to ask him what he was doing since we had only been together for about a month. He told me that he wanted to take a peek at why my virginity was worth so much. I scrambled and..." Saralee took a moment to catch her breath, barely speaking above a whisper. She told Aimee of her struggle to get away, her hair being pulled, and trying to pull the top of her dress back up over her breasts and clip it before managing to make her way back to her estate on foot in a fast sprint. "I felt like he didn't care anymore unless he was getting to touch me however he wanted... He didn't care about me as a woman... I felt so ashamed." She leaned into Aimee a bit and felt her warmth emanating from her body.
The older teen's form gave Saralee a sense of protection that she had longed for since that night she was exposed against her will. She never thought men could be so cruel and think only with their hormones. Her father had protected her most of her life, knowing that her mother couldn't bear to have any more children pass away after Lana. Saralee was protected like a crown jewel. Her parents wanted to do anything they could to protect her. If Aimee was willing to stick around and help keep her safe, maybe her parents would understand how she felt. "Aimee... I'm scared he will try to touch me again if he can catch me alone. You're the only one I've told. My Father figured it out himself but the Millers already had taken precautions and given David an alibi for the police. I think you're the only one I really trust right now. Please... please don't stop seeing me. If I can give you anything... name it. I'll do anything you want!" She felt a small tear form in her eyes from the very thought of the other woman disappearing and this all being a dream. If that was the case, she never wanted to wake up. Saralee gripped Aimee's forearm back and closed her eyes resting her head on the girl's shoulder, hoping no one would bother them for a while. Knowing her squad, they would be taking this time to try and get their essays written before classes were back up and running. |
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 7:12 pm
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Amiee Tressler
Amiee was gently holding Saralee against her body as protectively as humanly possible, her entire form shaking in pure rage. "He will have to go through me first, Sara." She assured in a voice that was as cold as her eyes. She wanted him dead, so very dead. How dare that boy do that to anyone, let along the girl he had only been dating a month?! "You father should never have but a price on your innocence. Money always will change the way you are treated." Shs whispered to the blonde in her embrace, a memory sparking to life.
-Amiee simply lay on the bed listessly as she listened to the man shuffle back into his clothing, her jade eyes empty as they looked at the money he had given her. Four hundred dollars just to sleep with him. That was money that would pay bills and buy food when put along side of her mother's income. The fourteen year old had to supress a shudder when she felt his hand glide along her bare back. "You were great, Ashley." He whispered to her before kissing her shoulder blade, Amiee fighting back the slow, burning rise of bile. She had to keep doing this. Maybe her modeling would take off and she wouldn't have to keep doing this, but until then..... Until then, she had to survive. There was no easy way to do that.-
Amiee shuddered as bile burned at her throat, the blacksmith regaining her composure as she spoke. "Please, don't put a price on me. I don't need payment, just friendship. I.... I don't like the idea of being....." She struggled to speak the words. "Bought or sold. It's rather degrading." Her blue eyes remained empty as she clutched the girl close, as if she was the only thing anchoring Amiee to reality right now, and if she let go then her past would spring to life and drag her down into a hellish nightmare. |
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 1:34 pm
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Saralee Monroe
Saralee felt the other woman hold her closer and she seemed to have disturbed her thoughts by the way she was being touched. The blonde figured it was her stupidity to make herself seem like she was trying to buy her protector off. The whole idea, now that she thought about it, really was degrading. What was she thinking? Coming from a whole different world really was a challenge.
Saralee gently touched Aimee on the cheek and used her fingers to carefully turn the other's face toward her own to look her in the eyes. "Aimee... I'm so sorry. I'm an idiot and I don't deserve forgiveness if I have hurt you. Please, accept my sincere apology." Saralee leaned in and wrapped her arms around Aimee's neck giving her a close gently hug, pressing her heart against the other's chest. She could practically hear her own heartbeat pulsing in her ears. Being this close, her curiosity was kicking in again. Part of me wants to know if I really feel this way... but I don't think it's the right time. I do hope I get the chance again later to sort these feelings out. She hoped she would feel the other's arms hug her back more than anything. Saralee turned her head and whispered in Aimee's ear as softly and as sincerely as she could. "I'm so sorry. I never want to hurt you again. Please, accept my friendship and forget I ever mentioned trying to pay you for protecting me."
The blonde woman loosened her grip a bit and kissed the other on the cheek, closer to her lips than before and looked her back in the eyes, a small blush coming across her face. "So, you mixed up the class records? Any chance you and I are in dance class together now? We do have one extra girl and someone needs to be her partner... and," She gently took the other's hand in her own, holding it gently. "she wouldn't have anyone else to dance with but you if she had the choice." Saralee felt her voice grow softer and part of her unable to believe what she had just said. Was she actually so bold as to ask Aimee to dance with her as a partner like at the dance? With everyone watching? She had nearly forgotten her squad would be in the class too, and not to mention David was still listed on the class roster! Yes, she would feel a lot safer with Aimee there. |
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 2:00 pm
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 2:26 pm
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Saralee Monroe
Saralee felt her heart skip a beat and time seem to stand still. Her eyes closed when she felt the older woman's lips press against her own and her grip loosen to allow the blonde to flee. It was the moment that seemed to stop time in its very tracks. Saralee wasn't sure what to do. She felt so many things flood over her: fear, surprise, joy, and so many more things. Within a few moments, she relaxed and let the feeling of Aimee's soft lips overtake her thoughts. The blonde let out a soft flow of hot air through her nostrils and leaned in briefly to press her own lips back into Aimee's. Her pink lips parted slightly to taste Aimee's lower lip with with a soft caress of her tongue. It was a surge of electricity, pure and simple. Saralee felt her heart beat faster and faster. It was hard for her to pull back, but she knew this wasn't the place to let her guard down. Surely she could go with Aimee to her home or forge later or even if Aimee wanted to come over to her estate they could relax and she would try to kiss her again. Such a thought excited her and sent her heart racing.
The blonde pulled away slowly and opened her eyes with a bright red blush visible along her cheeks, ears, and slightly on her neck. Her voice trembled, but her hand still held onto Aimee's hand just the same. "I-I-I'm not sure what to say... W-w-w-would you like to walk me home or can I walk you home?" Her breath was unsteady and her voice was very unsteady now. She knew the classes would be starting soon and dance class would be the one she would be looking forward to today. With the classes letting out for Spring Break at lunch time and dance class being right before that, she wouldn't have long to wait. "We better get to our first classes... I can't wait to see you in dance class!" With a small amount of courage, she leaned in and gently kissed Aimee on the lips, a shiver traveling over her when she felt the woman's hot breath on her face. |
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 6:52 pm
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 4:50 am
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Saralee Monroe
Saralee could barely keep the smile from her lips. It was the first day she was smiling ear to ear in a long time, since David's act everything seemed less cheerful until now. Aimee had managed to get the blonde to smile again. The mention of the forge sparked her curiosity. "The forge would be a great new place to see. I've never been to one before. I can't guarantee that I will not embarrass you by being amazed by anything artistic or scared by anything sharp close to me, though." She felt a large buzzing noise come from her pocket and immediately froze. Knowing her schedule, the girls would be seeking her out this very moment to talk about going to get together and hit the spa to kick off spring break like they had planned weeks ago. Sure enough, when she looked down and pulled out her phone it was true. Megan and Susan had both texted her that they were waiting outside the main doors for her to head to the spa with them and then she felt her phone start to play her squad's cheer music. That could only mean that the other co-captain, Anna, was calling to find out what was going on with the computers and that the school would be closed for today. Saralee looked over at Aimee, her eyes begging forgiveness for the interruption.
"Hello? ... Yes I'm fine. I met a new friend and- ... No I don't think I'll be hitting the spa today with- ... No! No need to meet my new friend! Gosh, Anna, you're so interested in every person I ever mention who's new! Please just- Hello?"
The phone beeped three times signalling a canceled call. Saralee hung her head and sighed. "The squad apparently thinks its their job to make sure the rich girl doesn't hang out with anyone they don't like or I haven't mentioned before. They want to meet you... but... I don't know what could happen." She stood up, tugging gently on Aimee's sleeve and holding her hand with the free one. "Anna, personally, is against any kind of person who isn't buying things from the preppy stores. She probably wouldn't like you and would do anything she could to keep me from enjoying time with you... and... I don't even know..." Her hand tightened slightly on Aimee's sleeve. "I don't even know what i can properly call what I'm feeling right now... Feelings like this make me a bit frightened to label them and what am I to say if she would ask about you and I? What if she brings up David? Aimee... what do I do?" For the first time since entering high school, Saralee was unsure of how to solve anything on her own. Knowing Anna, Megan, and Susan, they would be trying to track her down all morning to find out who this mystery friend is. Saralee was torn between wanting to keep both sides apart and wanting to try to get them to coexist. She already knew Anna was a homophobic woman and would personally condemn Saralee if she even looked at Aimee affectionately. What was so wrong about it? Her Father, Anna, the society, everyone was saying no... but she couldn't ignore how Aimee was making her feel. Until they were isolated and able to really talk without Saralee feeling paranoid about her friends or family finding her, she wouldn't know anything about how deep these feelings went for the first woman who kissed her. |
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 5:55 am
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Amiee Tressler
With a heavy sigh and a sad smile, Amiee stood and grabbed a water bottle from her bag as well as her contacts case. "Well, I suppose this was bound to happen sooner or later. We can start with the truth of who I am to them. That should help how they view me." With a quick motion, the model tilted her head back and removed the blue lenses to place them in the case, then flicked her head to the side and began washing out the black charcoal until the pink was once again clean and visible. "After all, I am Amiee Tressler, a professional model. As for..." A deep blush settled on her pale skin. "The rest? We should wait and make sure that it's not just... Just nothing. I don't want you to do something you regret, but I would like to see what we are aside from friends, if you would be willing to let me."
The hacker shifted nervously, thinking about how to explain to the rest of her peers that she had been trying to hide her identity for fear of being constantly hounded. A tender smile graced her features as she winked at Saralee. "I'm glad it was you that I stopped hiding one of my truths for." She noticed a few students staring at her and putting things together, taking pictures of a model at their school, and Amiee already wanted to bolt. But she had known the risk when she had taken off her disguise. "The hair is from a perfume ad I did recently. You may have seen it. It was all greyscale aside from my eyes and the pink hair. That and I was topless, but the shot was from behind me and I had to look over my shoulder at the camera. You should have seen how pissed Mom was." A small giggle escaped her. "I don't usually book anything that requires less than fully clothed, but it seemed fun and the money was great for it." The girl sat back down next to Saralee once she was sure her hair was dry enough. "So, just to let you know, I will always be willing to stand between you and David. I promise. Now, where is that gaggle of elitist cheer girls? I can't wait to tell 'em that they had been teasibg a model all this time. Ahhhh, karma is awesome sometimes!" |
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 4:33 pm
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Saralee Monroe
Saralee smiled and felt her eyes travel all over the newly unmasked Aimee Tressler. Her jade eyes and pink highlight really did suit her and the blonde found it oddly attractive with her nose piercing. She was surprised how brave Aimee was being for her sake. A small red tint decorated her cheeks when Aimee said she was glad it was her she had revealed the real her to. Thinking back, the blonde did remember the magazine photo for which Aimee was referring to. She could remember feeling a surge of admiration from the photo and thinking how beautiful they had made the young woman look. Her pale shoulders had glistened and the subtle color of her hair and eyes had brought true personality to the shot. She recalled that was the first time she ever really had taken in another woman's body image in such a delicate way. Maybe it was the start of her feeling attracted to her same sex.
"I do actually... you looked beautiful. I wish I had shoulders like you do." Saralee smiled and looked up into Aimee's eyes. Was she so brave to do all this just for her? The question nearly made Saralee's ears turn red from flattery. "I do believe they are by the main entrance waiting for me and will probably be heading this way. Please don't leave my side or let them get to you. Anna can be pretty mean when she wants to be."
The blonde gently released Aimee's hand and looped her arm around her friend's arm, gently pulling her forward and guiding her toward their destination. It was the moment she found the four girls standing at the double heavy doors that she felt her heart pounding in her ears. There stood Anna. Anna was a taller girl with great muscle tone and tan skin. Her hair was shoulder length and a sandy blonde like her own, with bangs shading her icy blue eyes. She was wearing a dark blue tee shirt with glitter on it swirled around and a jean mini skirt accented with bedazzled flats. Saralee was convinced next to herself on the squad, Anna was the one with the most resources. Megan, Susan, and Jenny were all standing behind Anna fanning out to block the doors. They all looked similar with brown hair and brown eyes and similar ensembles. All three girls were looking around for Saralee while Anna was staring straight ahead, knowing sooner of later she would see the blonde. Saralee met Anna's eyes and the other co-captain's eyes and a surge of fear ran down Saralee's back. Anna had always been critical of everyone, keeping all the other cheerleaders on their toes and constantly following the matriarchy.
Anna met Saralee and Aimee a few steps from the door and the other three girls trailed behind her, whispering to themselves about the new friend Saralee had brought. "So, this is your new friend, eh Sara?" Anna smirked and looked Aimee over head to foot. "I guess your daddy had to buy you another friend who looks a bit tougher to protect you from David, huh? I'm sure secretly you liked having David touch you the way he did. Oh yeah. He told me. See, he's been hanging out with me a bit more since you two had broken up. Maybe you should have tried being like the rest of us and not so uptight. It's not like he was some random punk." The icy eyes traveled over to Aimee. "He wanted to show you how great he could make you feel. I'm sure you're not the first girl he's been with. You should have felt honored he wanted to even touch you, being the captain of the team and everything. What happened, Sara?" Anna smirked a bit and looked back at the co-captain. "Maybe you got scared of Daddy finding out? After all, Megan told me that you shiver whenever anyone would stroke your arm the right way or dance with you to make you look special. Maybe your new friend here should know what we know about you before you two hang out too much and you start ditching the squad."
Saralee felt her eyes start to sting. Anna always started to tear into her when someone she didn't like was around. Megan, Susan, and Jenny were just the three followers that normally were very sweet to her, but they also feared Anna and her hurtful words. Anna was a bully and a queen bee in her own right. If Anna wasn't the daughter of one of Saralee's father's corporate advisers, Saralee would have opted to try to talk to her father about Anna cutting off her other friendships. Suddenly Jenny broke the string of bad insults to talk to the new woman in their mist. "Aimee Tressler? The model from NOW magazine? How did you two meet?!?" Susan gasped and looked at Saralee with her eyes lighting up in amazement. "Does she have a brother named Alexander? They look alike in person." Saralee only froze and looked down, still hearing Anna's harsh words echo in her ears. "Anna... please... you don't have to be so mean when I bring a new friend along whom you don't approve of his or her attire...' She felt her arm loosening around Aimee's arm and a tear filling her eyes under her silky golden locks. |
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 6:13 pm
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Amiee Tressler
Amiee could almost feel the words cutting like daggers through the air that seemed thick with tension, her jade eyes fixed on the blonde girl called Anna as her fists clenched and unclenched in her silent rage. She stood a bit straighter when the other girls identified her, smiling at them kindly as she removed her arm from Saralee's grasp very gently and moved to slightly in front of her, her stance protective as she addressed the clearly submissive girls in a cheerful voice. "Yup, I'm Amiee. Hey, give me one second before I start answering more questions, okay? Thanks." The hacker stated before her right hand flashed out to grab a hold of Anna's perfectly styled hair and slam he into the nearest wall, her fingers still tight on the flowing blonde locks.
She could hear gasps of shock, but her attention was only on the spiteful girl that she had pressed into the painted cynderblock wall, her eyes full of anger and malice. She was barely resisting the urge to slam her pretty little face against the building until it had a new color scheme, hissing to Anna in a voice that was loud enough for the other four girls to hear, "Now that I have your undivided attention, you need to listen to me right now if you want to keep all of your perfectly bleached teeth inside of that perfectly empty head of yours, okay Anna?" The smith could feel her whole body tremble with fury as she waited for the crying girl to nod before continuing.
"Now, I hear that you just said you spend a substantial amount of time with Mr. David Miller, right? I also assume that you must be the same Anna from the cheersquad, but that would also be why I never am able to see you at the games. See, from what I hear, your uniform has so many grass stains from giving the ENTIRE football team very VIGOROUS morale boosting shows that it must be why you blend in with the feild." Amiee pressed Anna's face into the wall and began to drag it across the surface as she spoke. "And no, I am not a hired gun. But for you, I could be. Do you know what a friend does? They stand up for their friends, and from what I see, you are nothing but a vindictive whore who is more than happy to claim the garbage that Ms. Monroe left behind. If I ever hear of you trying to humiliate her, or any of your fellow cheerleaders again just because you like to spread yourself more than butter across three loaves of bread, I will personally make your life a living hell. And believe me, Ms. Anna, I know people in places you wouldn't believe."
Amiee leaned in close to growl into Anna's ear in a dangerous whisper, the worda only loud enough for the captive girl to hear. "And are you aware that your mentality of what that a*****e did is the same justification that rapists use? You're clearly a pretty girl, but obviously not that bright. If you want to ******** David, then kudos to you. Not everyone wants to have sex with a giant walking douche. Ms. Monroe might want to pursue one of the chess club boys. I hear that one of them comes from a very wealthy family. Or that varsity lacross goalie. Another good background. Maybe she would rather be with one of the guys from the modeling agency, but that's her choice, not yours. If you or David want to get to her, you now go through me. And I would get a full STD panel run if I were you. You don't know what kind of slut he last stuck his d**k in before you." She shoved the girl hard into the wall to leave a wide red rash along the right side of her face, pulling a small device from her shirt pocket. "This conversation has also been recorded. I started rolling the second I saw you walking up to us. Mr. Monroe may find your idea of how 'honored' his daughter should have been rather fastinating." She turned and started walking away before suddenly snapping her fingers. "Damn, I knew I was forgetting something." She sighed before turning back around and punching the girl hard in her face, bloodying her nose and blackening her eye. "I don't think that it much matters if Mr. Monroe does try to buy me off as a bodyguard or not for Saralee. You, I would beat down free of charge."
She stalked back towards the stunned girls before grinning kindly again. "Alexander and I are very close friends. We've known each other for years." The model assured them, turning off the recording device finally as she rubbed her knuckles. "I'm sorry, but I can't stand arrogant bimbos who think that a jerk forcing himself onto a girl is okay." Her jade eyes settled once again on Saralee, her skin pale in embarrassment at what she had just done. She probably had just ruined the barely there friendship with that stunt, Amiee mentally cursing her own protective nature. "I.... I can go, if you want. I understand if you do." Her jade eyes were cast towards the blonde's shoes, too afraid of the fear she was certain she would find in the emerald eyes to meet them. |
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