Part Two
Come Monday morning, the hallways were buzzing with gossip. Demeter was standing at her locker when Victoria, Etcetera and Electra walked up; towing Demeter's younger sister, Jemima with them. Victoria, Etcetera and Electra were sophmores, and Jemima was just a freshman, but they all stuck together. Demeter looked at Vicky with pity in her eyes.
"I hear Bomba's dating Tugger now, what happened to Alonzo?" The snide tone in the white queen's voice made Demeter's fur sponge. Turning her body towards the younger queen, Deme's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Watch what you say about Bomba, Vicky. I don't deal well with jealous, bitchy queens. And if you're going to drag Jemima into this, don't bother. I don't think Tugger and Bomba are going to last a week." Victoria's right eyebrow came up and Cettie giggled in the background. Electra folded her arms over her flat chest and her amber-colored eyes narrowed onto Demeter's face and she snorted.
"That's lovely talk about your best friend, Deme. You sure you really don't care about Tugger?" Demeter turned her fiery olive green eyes towards Electra and snarled.
"Shut your mouth, youngen. I won't hesitate to toss you into a garbage can... and send Tugger over to get you out." Electra's eyes widened and color rose in her cheeks. Cettie giggled again and received a sharp elbow in the side. The white tabby princess pouted, rubbing the spot gingerly.
"Whatcha do that for?" Etcetera complained in a nasaly voice. Jemima stood behind the three sophmores and looked at her sister through dark blue eyes lined with thick black lashes. Demeter sighed, closed her locker and stepped around the group, motioning for Jemima to follow her.
"You hang out with them, why?" She asked, looking at her younger sister. Jemima shrugged, putting her arm around Demeter's waist when the older queen put her own around Jemima's shoulders.
"They just accepted me into their group. Do you really think that Tugger and Bomby won't last?" Demeter sighed, her eyes coming up when someone gasped. She bit her lip against a groan when she spotted Macavity, the toughest tom in school, coming towards her. His long ginger and black hair flowed around his face, pulled back by a bandana with skulls and marijuana leaves on it. He wore an oversized t-shirt and baggy jeans with a pair of ratty sneakers. Macavity smelt as foul as the leaves on his bandana, and wore a sneer colder than the skulls. His arm went to the lockers, blocking the path of the two queens. Macavity trailed his free paw up Demeter's arm, making her skin crawl.
"Hey gorgeous... why don't you and me scram and find somewhere warm to curl up." Demeter pulled away as if Macavity was a snake. Jemima was pushed behind her sister protectively and Deme glared at Macavity.
"Don't you take a hint? Like, the first half a million times?" Demeter's voice was low and colder than ice, her canine teeth showing with her lip curled back in disgust. Macavity chuckled, taking a step forward, but he stopped when someone pressed against Demeter's side; putting their paw on her shoulder. Demeter looked up and smiled in relief when her boyfriend, Plato, stood there.
"You know, Mackie, there are other queens in the school... who don't have boyfriends." Macavity snorted, shoved his paws into his pockets and cast one look at Jemima. She cowered behind her sister and watched the senior with wide eyes. Demeter wanted to wretch when she saw Macavity run his tongue along his teeth and grin.
"You're right, Plato... you have no idea how right you are." Macavity laughed, turning and walking back towards the door. Demeter gripped her sister's shoulder gently and smiled at her.
"Don't worry; you're well taken care of here, sis. Old Bushy-Butt Mackie won't touch you, y'hear?" Demeter crooned, pulling Jemima into a hug. Jemima nodded quietly, her eyes following Macavity until he exited. She wasn't afraid of him, per say, but his reputation did follow him to a heartbeat. Demeter pulled back and held Jemima by the shoulders at arm's length.
"Come on, I'll walk you to class." The two set off with Plato following behind, his paw lightly touching Demeter's arm.