Nasty Girls

Chapter 1

She was the very pinnacle of feminine beauty and knew it. Her parents had lavished upon her at a very early age. Her agent told her every time he spoke with her. The guys who photographed her told her every time she moved effortlessly from one fabulous pose to the next. All the friends who worshiped at her feet told her so. She knew how to walk, how to talk and how to act unlike those lowlife heathens who were beneath her. Most importantly she knew how to dress and apply just the right amount of makeup; enough to accentuate her natural beauty, but not so much so as to make her look like a tramp.

Her clothes weren't skin tight like those others girls who watched her walk past. Her nice crisp white blouse, while only short sleeve was loose enough so it draped over her chest, unbuttoned just enough to give a hint of the fabulous assets hidden beneath. Charming light khaki skirt rounded her full hips was loose and long enough to flow with every movement of her hips. Shoes matched the outfit and were heals of coarse, she would wear nothing less save if she were instructed as part of a shoot. She had taken a trick from the Marylyn Monroe files and had removed part of one heel of to cause her hips to sway a little more than normal. It was all designed so that everyone around should gawk at her total femininity and be ashamed of their own inadequacy. She was the height of beauty and all the world should fallow her lead or else be trampled under her well turned heel.

This low end public school was so not to her liking but unfortunately that could not be helped. The law said she would have to attend school until she graduated, or turned a certain age. She would have much preferred to do nothing more than be a supermodel and associate with those of similar ilk. Not something likely to happen in this dingy bit of suburbia.

Middleton High was such a downer. It was only her second day and already the classes were cutting into her beauty time. She looked down at the tray she was holding, it was an odd concoction, supposedly food. The colour was a dark shade of grey similar to that of wet concrete, she did not have the words to describe the vial texture and shape the glop held. An odd sounding splodge had caught her ear as the contents slowly fell from the cafeteria caretaker's ladle and contacted with the plate, her arms had buckled slightly from the weight of just one spoonful. The poor girl did so hope that there wasn't a bit of fuzz around certain a portion of the fodder. Generally it was highly uncool to throw up, but if this sludge began to move she would hurl whatever contents remained in her stomach and run away screaming as fast and as far as her long gorgeous legs would carry her. It was so passé to carry a lunch bag, but she might just accept that little woe, she did after all wish to live.

Looking about the cafeteria, she needed to find a set of girls that would be acceptable to hang out with. It was nice enough, but the people were so… gross, losers every single one of them. Then in almost the center of the expanse near by the large outer windows sat a group of what looked like cheerleaders gossiping and laughing merrily away. A Brunette girl was jabbering away about something and was wearing what appeared to be a skimpy uniform. They weren't quite up to her standard but they did appear to be at the top of the female food chain so they would have to do, sometimes you just had to make sacrifices.

As she made her way cross the stained tile floor the lights seemed to shine just a little bit brighter. Clouds parted allowing a golden ray of sunlight to come steaming in through the massive windows. Peoples around stopped to gawk upon her absolute stunning virtues, with almost magical allure beams of light seemed to fallow her every move. It did help that Lenny from the stage crew watched her progress and was mesmerised by her splendour, fallowing her every graceful step with a focused beam of light from his lantern bathing her in a golden glow of ultimate popularity.

Stopping at the edge of the circular table she slid her tray carefully onto the crowded spread but refrained from seating herself. "Hi I hope you don't mind, I'm new here and was wondering if I might be allowed to join you for…lunch?" She still wasn't quite sure if what was on the tray qualified as food.

The girls squealed and tittered away. "No! No! Please join us." The brunette waved her hands in excitement beckoning her to come. Others about the table shifted around to give her some room. Obviously knowing the quality of the company they kept.

"I'm sorry my names Dagmar." Emphasised by placing her hand daintily upon her chest; choosing not ruffling the soft cotton fabric lest something fall out of place. She only half listened as the others introduced themselves; it didn't really matter if she remembered them, it wasn't like she'd associate with them outside school.

The chatter inanely prattled on for sometime the girls talking about something or other. She laughed along with them just to fit in; she would get hold of the conversation shortly drawing all attention to herself.

"So are there any at least half decent guys around this school?" she asked innocently enough. As if she would stoop that low, she was destined for better.

"One or two. Couple of others with potential." The brunette, what was her name again 'Bunny', she seemed to be leader.

"You can have mine." This from a blonde to her left, whose chest seemed to stretch to the extreme any fabric meant to contain it. The others giggled at the comment.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw him. "Who's that?"

"That's…no way!"

"Whoa she cleaned him up nice."

"It can't be…"

The blonde slammed her fists against the table clattering trays and utensils about "I knew I should have gone after him."

"Oh come on girlfriend you know she would never have let you keep him even before they started dating."

The blonde leaned back in her chair arms folded about her more than ample chest "It would have been fun while it lasted, could have taught him a thing or two." She then smiled dreamily as she seemed to enter into a little fantasy world.

All the girls shook their head in amazement, except for the brunette who just snorted angrily, but she like the rest stared at the young man. He wasn't that tall but he stood straight and proud. At the very top was a head of blonde hair, slicked down with what she guessed could only be LaGoup, a product used by only the most fashionable people. Just below a deep set of brown eyes were several freckles and a warm smile on his face said he was in a pleasant mood. By the posture of his long lean form she could tell that he was in good physical shape but oddly enough what everybody noticed was the fact that he cut a very stylish figure decked out in a tuxedo.

"Excuse me ladies I see a potential target." She got up to leave, without the lunch.

"That loser!" the other girls burst out laughing.

"You don't stand a chance with that one."

"There's no way his girlfriend's gonna' give him up."

"Ya she'll kill ya."

She dismissed them with a wave of her hand. "Don't worry I know karate."

"That won't help you any." The girl's mirth seemed to grow.

It didn't matter she had never failed before. That guy would be grovelling at her feet in a week.

As she approached she noticed he placed a nasty looking tray down upon the empty table and pulled out a chair rather gentlemanly like for a noticeably striking young red headed girl. "Hello!" Both turned abruptly to face her, slightly shocked by her appearance. "You don't mind my asking but do you two normally dress like that during school?"

The girl was slim but seemed a little butch being well muscled and looking tough for her size. An off the shoulder evening gown tumbled almost down to the floor. The dress did not extend much in the chest, she did seem well formed and at the very least perky. Black stockings could be seen covering her well formed legs and there was an exquisite pair of very high heels upon her dainty feet. Though opera gloves covered almost all the way up her arms it could be noted that numerous scars and past bruising was more than abundant on the limited expanse of flesh exposed. "Dinner with royalty; So not the Drama." The voice was very sing-song and high pitched. There was a distinct redness to her cheeks and nose.

"My names Dagmar." Holding out one slender hand palm down so the other girl could lightly shake it in faux friendship.

"Oh sorry. I'm Kim and this is my boyfriend Ron."

Not for long the girl thought to herself all the while flashing a winning smile.

Xxxxx

Tara averted her face wincing against the withering storm. A verbal tempest echoed off the cavernous wall and ceiling making the girls feel the assaulted from every angle. Things hadn't been going well in the past week and everyone on the squad had a good idea of why. If things weren't sailing smoothly in the relationship world of their team leader then all would suffer. Usually it was just a little blip and things were back to normal none the worse for wear, but at this moment things couldn't be worse.

The poofy haircut had brought some problems what with every girl in the school taking an active notice of Ron. Aftermath of the Bueno Nacho battle when the two had not been on speaking terms had caused the squad some degree of consternation. When an oriental girl had shown up and walked off with Ron the hammer had really come down.

Those times were like a walk down easy street. This was so totally worse. Nothing the girls did was right, even the minutest of blunders and the team captain wound up in a screaming fit. Even Bonnie who would usually take none of this was thoroughly cowed. Tara was just thankful that it wasn't her getting an earful; this time. All were in agreement that the Dagmar girl was going to have to die because there was no way the assemblage could live through much more of this.

Kim continued her vicious balling out of the team. She stormed back and forth her fists balled tightly together, arms slashing the air; her whole body seemed an over wound spring ready to explode. Her face was as red as her hair and as she shrieked in fury droplets flew from her mouth. She was so far gone from reality that it seemed she might never find her way back and this onslaught had been going on for some time.

Finally just ever so slightly heard over the clamour was the swish of the oversized heavy wooden gym doors. Slowly with an exhausted stagger came a battered figure that might just be able to save the girls from certain doom. His blonde hair was ruffled a bit more than usual and the tattered garments he wore were stained with mud and grass, even more than was usual. Underneath his plastic armour looked twisted and out of place. Tara watched as he approached with the soft click of cleat upon tile marking his every step.

In a blur Kim turned "What do you want?" beginning a salvage verbal beating.

He seemed stunned by her glare and nasty comments. "I thought I'd come and see how you were doing?" He stammered.

"I'm doing fine so you can just push off!" she waved him away with a violent slash of her arm.

"Are you alright KP?" Ron didn't like it when his woman was angry, whether it was with him or not. She was just easier to get along with.

She snapped back at him. "I said I'm fine!"

Ron wasn't so sure. It was rare that she was this enraged with him, given the fact that he wasn't certain what he'd done if anything to deserve this. Reaching out he tried to grasp hold of her waist but she twisted forcing him to clench the fabric of her uniform. Kim struggled slightly trying to pull away but he held firm regardless of the fabric stretching out or the textile digging into his fingers. "Something's wrong KP?"

"Nothings wrong!" she spat at him "Why don't you go talk to that blonde floozy of yours!" Her eyes were beginning to water

Ron's face screwed up, confused, he really had no idea what she was talking about. "KP…I don't…what are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about!" she stabbed at him with her finger. "I saw what that tart did to you!"

Off to the side Tara watched as the drama unfolded. Seconds ago she had glanced about noticing that she alone of the cheer girls remained, the others had fled. For some unknown reason she lingered. It was almost like watching a soap opera, the confusing way it was unfolding. She was watching a long time friend have a total meltdown and her boyfriend had no clue what she was going on about.

"KP what tart? What are you talking about?" Even from a distance he looked confused and hurt by the accusations aimed at him.

"You know…that….that girl…" struggling for the name "…Dagmar!" her voice had become high pitched and cracked. Kim's arms waved about frantically in the air but she no longer struggled to be free and was thus gently enfolded into his grasp.

"What about her? She's in one of our classes."

Kim was fighting back tears; her legs were beginning to buckle beneath the weight of her woes. Fingers clawed at the air trying to grasp hold of some form of sanity, trying to get him to understand, she was at the end of her rope and it was a long drop. "Didn't you see what she did?" his confused look gave her the answer; he wasn't that good an actor. Crumbling her body fell into his, her head shaking slowly as it rested upon his shoulder. "How could you not see? Everybody saw." She sobbed "What were you looking at?" lightly pounding her forehead against his armoured chest.

He never said a word but held her body as close to his own as possible, letting his fingers dance up and down her trembling body. Burying his face into her tangled mass of red hair he began muttering quietly, until. "You're not supposed to be looking at me, I'm not pretty." Kim whimpered. But Ron just went back to whispering in her ear

It grew very quiet in the gymnasium as Tara watched the spectacle unfold. She'd never seen Kim like this. It was almost as if she'd been defeated, her body just hung limp in Ron's arms. If he hadn't been supporting her she would have tumbled over into a heap upon the ground. From her position Tara couldn't hear but she could see him whispering into her ear. Occasionally a low pained moan would echo forth.

They remained like that for many minutes before Kim began to arise. She seemed to get her legs beneath her. Still trapped in an embrace she straightened and pulled her uniform back into shape and took a step back. With the heal of her palm she whipped red and swollen eyes. "I can tell you've had a hard practice you smell a little ripe."

"I thought you liked it when I glisten." He joked still lightly holding onto her.

She gave him a little thump on his armoured chest. "Be that has it may you still need to get cleaned up. Go! You can treat me to Bueno Nacho later."

He opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it. He gave and received a kiss before sauntering off in the direction of the boys change room.

Tara didn't think she'd been noticed the whole time the drama was playing out but she noted that Kim seemed to begin the process of becoming human once again. She smiled as Ron left to tidy up a few things at the edge of the gym. Then almost surprised Kim spotted her standing nearby. "I suppose I owe you an apology?" said rather sheepishly.

"You're dam right!" Tara snapped back "I don't see why you get so upset? He's either so in love with you or to stupid to leave!"

Kim winced at the reply but said nothing, she deserved it after the way she had treated her squad. Letting out a sign her friend was right, Ron was in love with her and maybe more than just a little daft, he would never leave unless she drove him away.

"Why is she doing this?" It was an innocent enough question.

It was a question to which Tara didn't really have an answer, but as a friend did her best to reply. "I guess because she can. I think she's one of those girls who gets everything and anything she wants."

Still Kim didn't get it "But why Ron? Nobodies ever wanted him. Why now?"

Tara knew this wasn't true; lots of girls had and still did desire the boy. The majority were terrified of Kim. They had seen her roundhouse a villain or two out some plate glass window; it was a very vivid image. Or they just knew they could never get between this pair who had acted like a married twosome for more than a couple years.

Kim continued "And why did she do that today. I mean everybody saw…except Ron." She said with a listless, very half hearted shrug.

"So why don't you do what she did?" responded Tara as she crossed her arms about her ample chest.

"What…No…people would see."

Tara waved her arm. "There's nobody here but you, me and your lover boy and I'm sure he's not gonna mind."

"No!" Kim's eyes were wide and her retort was squealed high pitched and off key.

"Ok I will."

"Tara…No."

"One."

"NNNOOOOwww…don't."

"Two….Three!"

Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, Kim proceeded to do what the other girl had done. She couldn't explain why, she would never ask Tara if she had done it along side. But for some unknown reason she began to giggle hysterically and couldn't stop, it was as if a great weight had lifted from her shoulders. Both girls laughed long and loud with youthful abandon until tears rolled down their cheeks at the reaction at the other end of the hall.

Across the corridor Ron knelt with his jaw striking the floor in shock about his feet a poor little naked mole rat stumbled about before fainting.

Xxxxx

The room just oozed with a sinister virtue, lit only by the dull glow of a computer screen. Her beautiful face marred with signs of anger and stress. The very corner of her lip was twitching almost uncontrollably. This couldn't be happening to her, it had never happened before. Didn't that fool know she was the better girl? Better in way every imaginable.

She was by far prettier, dressed so much better and was smarter by leaps and bounds with a glamorous job as well as an expensive sporty car. What was that fool thinking? Well she would show him. Oh she would definitely show him.

With this she would show him the true nature of that blasted tramp of his and then he'd dump that red headed harlot and then he'd come crawling on his hand and knees begging for her. Oh she would take him in of coarse; at first she'd be nice and kind. Let him get thoroughly entwined about her fingers. Then she'd dump him crushing his spirit and ripping out his heart. That would show him, he'd have nothing left, not her and not the troglodyte.

Letting out a maniacal giggle and she hit the enter key on her computer completing the purchase.