CHAPTER SIXTEEN: GET THEM GIRLS BACK TOGETHER

Ellie sat in her bedroom, hitting her rubber band on her wrist over and over. She couldn't believe what a fool she had been! Embarrassing Emma like that…it was too much. Emma would never forgive her, and she'd lose the only third good thing that had ever come into her miserable life. First there was Toby, who had become completely psychotic with lust. Then there was Jimmy, who had broken her heart when he broke Craig's face. And then finally, when she had finally found the one human being who could share her dark soul, she lost her to a bra incident. Everything was turning out horribly for Ellie Nash. She felt her insides quiver with despair.

At least she had one thing that could cheer her up. The sight of Marco in that godawful hat was enough to make even the gloomiest of souls burst into chuckles. Marco had such bad taste in hats. No wonder Ellie broke up with him!

Ellie smirked, remembering how Marco described his first date with Dylan. When he got to the part about the hat, Ellie was all "that is sooo Marco!" No one wears hats to the movies! As a strapping young gay man, he should know better, Ellie had concluded. It was sure a HAT-astrophe!

After erupting into her giggles, Emma's angry face floated back into Ellie's mind. She sighed. She was sure nothing, nothing, would win Emma back now!

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Emma sighed. She felt really bad about Ellie. Even her favorite pastime wasn't working.

Smoothing her thin hands down her holey black leather catsuit, Emma glanced over at the wall. Chained up were both Manny Santos and Terry "Fatass" McEatsalot. They were trying to cheer her up, but to no avail. Emma normally loved this game. She would whip and beat and pummel. Terry was even like a trampoline! But even her entire army of bottoms couldn't help her out of this deep blue funk. Emma was miserable without Ellie. Just miserable.

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Manny was crying. Usually when this happened, her tears were of joy. But this time she just felt so bad. Emma was so distraught, and she was her like best friend all throughout their lives! Why, even Emma's tubby little loveslave joined in the fun tonight, and Emma was still sad. She hated seeing her this way.

All over a stupid bra, Manny thought miserably. Poor Emma. She deserved better than that trash, Ellie Nash. But she wouldn't see what was right in front of her until it was too late.

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"Dude, she's not even trying to get into it today," Craig said dejectedly. He and Marco were staring into Emma's basement bedroom window, hoping to watch the action for today.

"Oh man, I rearranged my entire schedule to watch this? It's so disappointing!" Marco wailed.

"Don't let Mistress Emma hear you talk like that, dude," Spinner said, coming up behind them. He hugged Marco hello, his hands spending a little extra time over Marco's firm Italian ass. Spinner wasn't gay or anything, they had just grown so much closer since Marco's revelation.

"We've got to get her back with Ellie. Then we'll have our old Mistress back," Marco said firmly, giddy as a schoolgirl whenever Spinner held him that close.

"Yeah…get her back with Ellie," Craig said slowly. Sure, he wanted Emma to be happy, but he also wanted her to be happy…with him! There was only one way to go about this. He'd have to sabotage his friend's plans and make himself look better in the process! Emma was sure to notice him the longer that skank Ellie was out of the picture.

Craig smiled, plans forming and dancing in his brain. He didn't even notice when Marco and Spinner began to make out. But even if he had, he wouldn't have noticed. Spinner and Marco were just really good friends.