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Bar & Lounge 1:05

Alex stared at Tiffany, stoically. Her gentle blue eyes rested on her sprite, the water droplets of condensation pooling at the base where the glass met the counter. Alex takes a sip of his drink.

"So… then what happened?" He inquired.

Tiffany stayed silent for a moment before she inhaled deeply. She mustered up the courage and continued her tale.

Three years ago…

Glenberry Country Club Ballroom 8:05 pm

Tiffany blinked and she was instantly somewhere else. She had been in a daze for the past half hour, and in that time she and Quinn had photo's taken by her mother, they'd gotten in a limo and they'd arrived at the prom. They were dancing to "I knew you were Trouble" by Taylor Swift. How fitting. Quinn was certainly trouble. Or maybe… Tiffany's mother was the trouble. Tiffany stopped dancing. Who made the first move? Did Quinn make a move on her mother? Or Did Tiffany's mom seduce him, She certainly had the body that every high school boy would go nuts over. But she knew how much Tiffany loved Quinn, and she would never betray her own daughter like that.

She tried to remember how her mother looked by the end. Relaxed, smoking a cigarette and… satisfied. The image of her prom date pumping in and out of her mother flashed in the blondes mind and she felt a tugging sensation in her gut. It was rising up her throat and… she ran out of the ball room covering her mouth. She rushed into the women's restroom and burst into a stall. She bent over the toilet and discharged the vomit. She gagged as the brown bile poured relentlessly out of her throat. Tears and spittle dribbled out of Tiffany's eyes and mouth along with the throw up. The bitter and sour liquid stained her mouth and nostrils. Tiffany stayed bent over the toilet as she used the toilet paper to blow her nose while her stomach settled. Her throat was sore from the gagging.

She thought back on her mother. She'd worked numerous jobs over the years, and now she was an "adult actress". Tiffany knew what that meant. Her mom was a porn star. Since she was eight, her mother had started working in "the industry". A memory of her being dispelled from a birthday party because she was a "porn daughter" surfaced from her subconscious. She was shunned by students and adults alike. But she never cared because it was her mom's work and the young girl trusted her mother with all her heart.

More memories returned, strange men coming into the house and following her mother upstairs while Tiffany was in the living room or kitchen or on the porch. The men would be upstairs for hours until they came down the steps and left. Usually she would be on the receiving end of a nod or a smile. One man in particular stuck out to her. He was a fat balding middle aged man who took a long lingering look at the eight year old Tiffany. She laid across the couch, doing an activity book before she noticed the man. Looking back she could tell he was imagining what Tiffany would look like in ten years when she was legal. The idea now made her shudder.

The realization that her mother was whoring herself out made Tiffany's heart sink. But what was worse was the realization brought on by all these memories: Her mom was a slut. Tiffany began to cry. She couldn't help it. All these years her mom was an immaculate woman that she'd aspired to be like. But the drinking and the smoking and the sex was all too much. Tiffany hated the smell of smoke and she had to put up with it for her entire life. When she wasn't smoking her mother was bouncing in some guys lap or doing some other unmentionable act. This had gone on for years and there wasn't any sigh of stopping.

Tiffany sat on the toiled and continued sobbing. This morning she had it all: A handsome boy, a great mom and not a care in the world. But then she was betrayed by the very woman she worshipped. As she cried more tears pitter pattered on her palms. Suddenly a banging on the stall door silenced her crying.

"Shut the fuck up! Go cry somewhere else you dumb bitch!" cried a shrill voice.

Tiffany knit her brows. She didn't need this right now.

"No! I can cry wherever I want! You can go piss off!"

The curse stung Tiffany's tongue like acid. However she regretted the curse once the stall door was kicked open. Tiffany yelped as a petite girl stood before her. She had raven colored hair with blue highlights and malevolent red eyes that burned with anger. She wore a purple frilly dress with black elbow length gloves and a purple rose ornament in her hair. The dark adorned girl cracked her knuckles as Tiffany cowered before her.

"You wanna repeat that, bitch?" she hissed.

Tiffany shook her head furiously. The dark haired girl smirked before looking Tiffany over.

"Hey wait, I know you. You're Tiffany something." The lavender dressed girl recalled.

"Y-yeah. Maye. I'm Tiffany Maye."

The girls ruby eyes trace over Tiffany before she grand Tiffany by the arm and pulls her out of the stall. Tiffany squeaked as she was dragged over to the sink. There the girl wet a paper towel and she attempted to wipe Tiffany's face with it. The cheerleader moved back.

"What are you doing?"

"Your mascara's running"

The smaller girl cleaned Tiffany's face and then applied some of her own mascara to the clean face.

"Um… thanks."

"Don't mention it." The girl responded pulling a flask out of her magenta purse.

Tiffany's jaw dropped.

"You brought alcohol here?"

The onyx haired girl takes a swig and smiles. She pushed the flask against Tiffany's chest.

"Lemon drop. Homemade. You look like you could use a swig."

Tiffany looked at the girl and then the flask. She sniffed it and recoiled from the potent odor. Despite this she decided to take a sip, believing some alcohol might help her deal with the situation. The tart citrusy taste tingled her taste buds, before the vodka smacked her in the face like a brick and caused her to sputter. As she coughed the violet clad girl laughed.

"Weak. I'm Audrey by the way. Audrey Belrose." She introduced.

"I know. We have English and gym together. You even sit next to me and keep borrowing my pens. You also haven't given any back."

"Huh, no shit?" Audrey replied, taking a swig.

Audrey capped her flask and put it back in her purse.

"So why were you crying? You get knocked up or something?" Audrey asked.

Tiffany shook her head as Audrey snickered. Tiffany took a moment to decide whether or not to tell this girl. She did ask her what's wrong and she helped Tiffany with her make-up. And a few months ago when Audrey was going through the loss of her mother, Tiffany told her if she needed to talk then Audrey could come to her. Granted she never did, but Tiffany needed to talk to someone.

"Can I ask you a hypothetical question?"

Audrey nodded while pulling out her phone.

"Well, if you had your crush ask you to prom, and then spent all week getting ready only to find him having sex with your mother the night if prom, what would you do?" Tiffany blurted.

She had her eyes closed during the explanation. After a long silence Tiffany opened her eyes to see Audrey staring at her, wide-eyed. Finally Audrey shattered the silence with a roar of laughter. Tiffany crinkled her nose as the guffawing girl fell onto the floor clutching her sides. Tiffany felt a hot wash of shame and embarrassment overcome her. After a minute Audrey rose off of the floor and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Honestly? I'd break his fucking face." Audrey said.

"He's the quarterback."

"So? I'm 5'2 but I can still knock a bitch out!"

Tiffany gave her and unsure look. Audrey groaned and handed her the flask again.

"Look Tiff, you seem like a nice chick. And that's the problem. You're too nice and soft. I learned that when life pushes you, you push harder! You go back out there and make a scene! Yell, bitch, smack him. Kick him in his literal mother fucking balls." Audrey instructed.

"I-I don't think I can. I'm not good at stuff like that. And I'm too nervous to see him."

"That's what the flask is for. Liquid courage. I'll be looking forward to this." Audrey said as she left the bathroom.

Tiffany stood there. She looked at the flask and took another sip before smacking her lips. She was quickly developing a taste for this. She capped the flask and put it in her own purse. She then turned to the mirror and put on her angry face.

"Quinn… we should… no, we need to talk. You had se… you fuuuu… fuuuu…" she strained the words.

Tiffany wasn't used to cursing. Audrey made it seem so easy. After what seemed like and hour of reciting her monologue, but was actually fifteen minutes, she felt she was ready. She took another gulp of the lemon drop and went out of the bathroom.

Tiffany returned to the ballroom and found everyone on a crowd on the dancefloor. Curious, she made her way to the center and found her date on the floor crying on pain.

"What on earth…"

Glenberry Country Club Ballroom 8:13 PM

Audrey walked back into the room and sat down at the same table as her date.

"Welcome back. I got you some punch."

Audrey took the punch and sipped it before cringing.

"Did someone spike this?" She asked.

Her date sipped his own cup.

"I don't think so."

"They need to."

She looked towards the ballroom entrance as her date talked about how much he appreciated her going with him. After ten minutes went by Audrey groaned and turned back to her rambling date.

"Hey dorkzilla, you know the quarterback?" She asked.

"Oh, Quinn? Yeah. He's over there." He said pointing him out.

Audrey followed the finger and saw him in a group of other men all wearing tuxes and huddled around a phone. Audrey got up and smirked as she could guess he was the one holding the phone, and she could guess what he was showing the other guys. She walked towards the group.

"…and after prom, I'll nail her daughter."

The rest of the men high-fived and chuckled at Quinn's comment. A gloved hand swatted the phone out of Quinn's hand and a heel stomped onto the phone. Grinding it into the ground.

"Oops. Sorry. My hand slipped." Audrey said, feigning innocence.

The group stared at her, stunned. Finally Quinn spoke up.

"What the fuck!? That was my phone you bitch!" He yelled.

"Oh so you must be Quinn." Audrey deduced pointing at him.

"Yeah. And you're gonna buy me a new phone you cu—"

Audrey brought her leg up into his groin. Quinn screamed in pain, drawing attention from everyone in the ballroom. As he fell to the ground Audrey lifted his head up by grabbing a handful of his hair, and she punched him square in his nose.

Crunch.

As blood streamed down Quinn's face Audrey raised his head again and smirked evilly at him

"Now I don't need to tell you why I did that. But I do need to tell you that if I ever here you pull some bull shit like this again, I'm gonna…"

Audrey leaned in and whispered something into Quinn's ear. Whatever it was it was able to make Quinn whine in fear. Once done she punched him in the eye and dropped him to the ground.

"Also you botched that throw last game and cost me $50 jack ass!" She yelled kicking him.

Audrey made her way through the crowd as they swarmed Quinn. Several people moved out of the way scared Audrey might target them next. She saw Tiffany Finally come into the room. Audrey walked up to her and grabbed her hand.

"C'mon, let's go!"

Audrey led Tiffany out of the ballroom.

Audrey's date watched her and Tiffany leave. He turned back to the girl sitting across from him.

"And there she goes. I wonder what that was about. I guess it doesn't matter. Hey thanks for listening to me Miss… what did you say your name was?"

The girl wearing a long pink dress with spaghetti straps and pink gloves sipped the punch he'd gotten her. She looked back at him with her emerald eyes and grinned. She straightened her rose colored hair before speaking.

"It's Kyu. And you can forget that mega-bitch, because after tonight you're life is gonna change~"

Alright. Now the truth has finally come out... well my truth. This was the whole idea that made me start this fanfic. I always imagined Tiffanies prom date nailed her mom the night of the prom, then Tiffany met Audrey at the prom and Audrey kicked his ass. It also explains the whole friendship between out favorite bacon shaker and megabitch. I know my next update should've been one of the other stories but I finally reached the critical point in Tiffanies Epilogue and I wanted to finish it. So tell me your thoughts and I promise to have the next chapter of "Audrey Pop" and/or "The Huniepop Effect" out soon. Please R&R.