"Are you serious; you know how Violet can get, an you wanna fight her," Chelsea wondered.

"Brittany said Violet needs to be dealt with, for meddling," Heather touches up her lipstick in the bathroom mirror, "The three of us can take her."

"I can't wait to pummel that uppity bitch, we should break the windows on that Maserati, too," LaTonya snapped.

"After we're done with her; we'll teach that lesbo a lesson, beat her ass for real, this time."

"I guess the three of us could take her," Chelsea mused.

"Duh! She's all bark. Hell, she's probably just dating Franklin for attention. Let this black bitch throw it on him one time; he'll forget all about that white girl."

"Jeez, La-La… like you don't date white boys. I'm just trying to beat her up, not make it a hate crime," she glared, "We'll get her in the girls locker room after school."


"You really trying to look like some hottie, these past few days, got your belly all out," Patty said.

"I am a hottie," Lucy scoffed.

"Chuck gave you the D, huh?"

"No."

"You can tell us, Lucille, did he rock your world?"

"We haven't done it!"

"So what have you two been doing, to make you show off your pale ass," Patty poked her stomach.

"He made me feel good about myself. He wanted to prove that he would like my body, I was nervous as fuck, but I gave him the offer to prove it."

"He went down on you?"

"You're a big a perv as Frieda, Trish. He… he… took my shirt off, kissed my stomach, we just… we made out and cuddled topless."

"Oh. Might as well go all the way, you're already clothes burnin'," she laughed.

"Go to class, Patty," she rolled her eyes.

"You know you want it bad," Patty walked off.

"Damn… I do…"

"Then do it. I know Chuck; he'll never push anything he doesn't think is okay. I can see he loves you and wants you happy, he's not going to hurt you, he's not going to just hit it and quit it."

"I know. I bet you're the same way with Marcie. She'll come around, I promise. I gotta get to class."

"Lucy, you're hot," she blurted.

"Excuse me," she turned on her heel.

"Don't let her teasing get to you, you're hot, I don't need to see you naked to know you're really pretty, Lucy. Your skin is like porcelain, you always smell good, your body is sexy… you're very sexy, head to toe. I can't deny it, you shouldn't be ashamed of how you look," she looked at her sandals.

Lucy walked up and hugged her, "Marcie would be dumb to give up a girl like you," she kissed her on the cheek.


"She said that to you," Violet was surprised.

"Yep, I never thought she felt that way."

"She acts tough, but she has a soft heart," Franklin stated.

"Kinda like you, huh," she kissed him.

"She's never really liked me, and she felt that way, I was taken back from it."

"She never really liked how she looked either, at least as far as her hair and freckles go. I remember one day, I think it was one of the dances; she had a small breakdown about her hair and whatnot."

"She doesn't act like she'd be insecure about anything… this Marcie thing aside. You think it might just be the situation?"

"I think she was being sincere, possibly she has a crush on me, she seemed nervous when she said it."

"We should probably go get his Tahoe," she huffed.

"Awww… poor baby," Lucy teased.

"It's one less thing, but it'll be okay, Vee. Hey, we could… you know; go to the Lookout."

"We've taken my car to the Lookout."

"We have, yeah, but now we'll have room- a place to go to…," he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Sex, Violet."

"I know what he meant."

"Just the girl I was wanting to see," LaTonya walked up.

"What is it, La-La?"

"Hey Franklin," she flirted. "We talked to Heather, who talked to Brittany, who talked to us, and we need to talk to you. Heather needs to talk to you about rectifying the situation, since Chels tried to be the voice of reason."

"Where is she, why ain't she here?"

"She's in the locker room, we have a practice today, it's a private meeting, you know how it is. Marcie is even there waiting. You want this all squashed, right?"

"Yeah," she sighed, "let's go… and I'm not trying to be all day, we gotta go get his SUV."

"And we have practice," she lead her away.


Lucy glares as they disappear, looking at Franklin; "C'mon, this is the moment we were waiting for."

"Huh?"

"We're going to beat their ass," she lead him another direction.

"She said they were going to squash it."

"Marcie got Brittany suspended, and Violet stepped in to try and stop them… they aren't squashing it."


LaTonya lead Violet, speaking her mind the situation with Violet's dad, wondering how things were going. Lucy and Franklin take another way around, she explains the situation.

"Damn… Trish is going to lose her shit."

"Marcie, for some reason, tried to handle it herself. She's pretty dumb for an honor student."

Lucy and Franklin peek around the corner, to find Violet and LaTonya walking in the gym, quickly running to the door.

"So what are we doing?"

"We aren't doing anything… I'm going to wait for the signal," she slipped the door open.


"Violet, nice of you to meet us here.

"So what's the deal, and where's Marcie?"

"You want us to leave Marcie alone, do you know why we're bullying her?"

"She told me, and it's a childish reason," her gaze making Chelsea nervous.

"Childish? Some of us risk getting kicked off the squad, she wasn't the only one we're trying to get to slow down on the smarts."

"Why don't you just study more? All this time wasted on doing other things, you could be getting your grades up. You want to be cheerleaders, then why don't you prioritize being cheerleaders?"

"Oh, you think you're better than us, you calling us stupid," LaTonya snapped.

"I'm calling you lazy. My grades aren't that great either, but I don't have anything riding on my lack of straight A's."

Lucy snickers to herself, at the conversation, listening at the door.

"We're just not the academic type, that's why we're cheerleaders," Heather explained.

"My mom was a cheerleader, she learned quick looks weren't good enough."

"How is your mom and all of that?"

"It's horrible. She's trying to keep the company alive as it seemingly falls apart around them, the court date will be coming up, real soon. Every day I come home; she keeps trying to take my dads car back, I lock myself in my room."

"Damn, gurl," LaTonya shook her head.

"I don't want to come off as a total bitch, I hope it works out for you. Chels, go get Marcie, so we can settle this. Violet, I might be acting captain, but Brittany calls the big shots. The school is supposed to be ran by the jocks and cheerleaders, not nerds and geeks. She wants to make sure it stays that way. Marcie is one of the smartest kids in school," she heard Chelsea coming back, "the deal is; the nerds need to calm their brains down, and we'll stop."

"You can't just do that."

Chelsea wheeled Marcie out, tied to an office chair.

"Marcie!"

"Calm down. Basically the deal is; we're not stopping, we are going to get you out of the way and teach her a lesson for this mess, since she thinks she can just get help. So we're going to beat your ass… and she's going to watch, then we're going to beat her, kay?"

"Sorry, Violet," Chelsea admitted.

"Don't apologize, help us beat her up! Grab her," Heather demanded.

Chelsea ran over and grabbed her arm to yank her closer.

"Get the fuck off of me, Chels," she snarled, snatching her arm away.

"Sorry, sorry," she quickly backed away.

"Scary ass, useless bitch," LaTonya yelled. "We don't need her help no way."