[ I want your loving and I want your revenge; you and me could write a bad romance] ( Rhonda's thoughts for Curly)

The title of this chapter is named after a song by Lady Gaga

It all began at the end of their senior year of high school at Prom Night 2011. Standing at 5'8, with shiny black hair and a slender figure, Rhonda looked absolutely flawless in her custom-made red prom dress and a stunning pair of Christian Dior high heels. Her date, Curly, was dressed in a very sophisticated white tuxedo, black Italian shoes and Prada sunglasses. Judging from appearances, they were one of the best looking couples at the prom. Standing close to Rhonda and Curly, were three other couples: Harold and Patty, Sid and Nadine and Stinky and Gloria. They were waiting for the main event of the prom, the announcement of the King and Queen.

"And our prom king and queen are…Arnold and Helga Pataki!"

Everyone in the crowd clapped and cheered loudly as Arnold and Helga stepped onto the stage to claim their crowns. Rhonda, however, was a little more than shocked.

Really? The tiara goes to Helga G. Pataki instead of ME? Rhonda thought. But you know what? She deserves it. I'm very excited for her.

"Go Helga!" Rhonda cheered." Good going!"

"Wow baby-doll, I thought you'd be furious," Curly commented.

"I thought I would be too," Rhonda admitted." But I'm not. Helga has definitely proven herself 'prom queen worthy'. It's been quite a year for her."

"Well, it's okay," Curly insisted." You may not be Prom Queen, but you're Curly's queen."

"Aw, you're too sweet," Rhonda beamed.

Curly puckered up his lips, motioning for her to kiss him.

"Um, not now," Rhonda declined." I'm not going to smear my lipstick."

Curly looked disappointed.

Rhonda leaned into his ear and whispered." When the after party is over, you might just get a little more than a kiss…..if you know what I mean."

Curly was ecstatic; he could not believe his ears. It took him forever to win Rhonda's affections, so patience was something he could afford to have. Having completed the seemingly impossible task of making her his girlfriend, Curly was more than willing to wait for the chance to make love to her.

Meanwhile, Patty was standing near the food table serving herself a plate of Buffalo wings and mozzarella sticks. Despite the low confidence she had due to her hulking figure and plain features, she felt remarkably pretty that night. Her short brown hair has been trimmed and styled with bangs in the front and her unibrow has been tweezed. She wore a gorgeous blue dress, makeup and jewelry. She had recently received an Associate's degree in nursing from the local community college. However, she has been granted permission to escort her long-time boyfriend, Harold, to the senior prom. After all, she worked part-time as a hall monitor at Hillwood High.

As Patty prepared to take a bite of a mozzarella stick, she felt a hand squeeze her buttock. Alarmed, Patty tightened her free hand into a fist and turned around. She was relieved to see that it was just Harold. The tuxedo he wore looked amazing on his massive frame.

"Babe, you were this close to being punched out cold," Patty stated.

"Sorry babe, I couldn't resist," Harold insisted.

"Horny much?" Patty scoffed.

"No, hungry much," Harold shrugged.

He grabbed a mozzarella stick from Patty's plate, placed it between her cleavage and gobbled it up.

"Harold, stop it," Patty told him, playfully hitting him on the shoulder.

When Harold finished the mozzarella stick, he gave Patty a soft kiss on the lips.

"That's better," Patty said." Be a gentleman for a change."

They both were twenty-one years old. Harold was always a few years older than his classmates due to being held back. He and Patty have been together since the age of thirteen. They lost their virginities to each other at the age of sixteen. Eight whole years together; their relationship lasted longer than most would expect from a couple their age.

Nadine and Sid danced together, having the time of their lives. The two of them weren't technically a couple but they agreed to go to the prom together. Nadine's ex-boyfriend was the school 'thug' and 'criminal'; she broke up with him shortly after he was incarcerated. Sid, unfortunately, was eighteen years old and he's never even had a girlfriend. So, when Nadine asked him to be her prom date, he gleefully accepted.

Mixed with African and European descent, Nadine has grown into an exotic beauty. She was tall and slim yet curvy. Her long blond hair seemed to put a natural glow to her smooth, caramel skin tone. Inspired by her fascination with insects, Nadine's prom dress was red with black dots, resembling the pattern of a ladybug. Sid wore a black tuxedo with some shiny white boots. Standing at 5'9 with a thin frame, his odd-looking nose gave him a somewhat goofy appearance but he certainly has gotten slightly handsomer over the years.

"Um, Nadine?" Sid said.

"Yes?" she responded.

"Maybe you should back up a little," Sid suggested.

"Why?"

Before Sid can answer, Nadine recognized the problem. Dancing so close together gave Sid a 'natural anatomical reaction'. She felt him stiffen through his pants.

"Oh," Nadine uttered.

"Shit, you must think I'm a total freak," Sid stated, nervously.

Nadine giggled." Don't be so dramatic."

"Okay," Sid said.

About ten minutes later, Rhonda, Nadine and Patty sat at a table together while their dates ventured off to mingle with the other students. Rhonda and Nadine have been best friends since the age of four. Back in P.S. 118, what started out as a feud between Rhonda and Patty rapidly blossomed into a friendship. So naturally, Nadine and Patty became great friends as well.

"What is it about prom night that makes boys so exceptionally horny?" Nadine asked.

"That's a great question," Patty said." Harold can't keep his hands off of me as if we've never had sex before."

"Come on, girls, the answer to that question is totally obvious," Rhonda insisted." We look hot tonight. Well, I look hot every night but prom night takes the cake."

"And I want to thank you again for helping me pick out this dress," Patty told her.

"No problem," Rhonda responded." That's what I'm here for."

Suddenly, Lorenzo and his date, a Costa-Rican girl named Aida, walked past their table. Lorenzo was a tall, lean and handsome guy of Mexican and Puerto-Rican descent. He was also Rhonda's first true love, having dated him steadily from grades nine to eleven and even lost her virginity to him. They had a lot of qualities in common; qualities much deeper than their substantial wealth. However, somewhere down the line, they had broken up.

"Hi Rhonda," Lorenzo said.

"Hi," she responded, trying to sound nonchalant.

"So, I must say that you handled Helga's victory as Prom Queen very maturely," Lorenzo commented.

"Ugh, why does everyone think I'm upset about not winning some stupid crown?" Rhonda reacted, annoyed.

"Well…..since the beginning of high school, you've been saying that you know for sure that you would be Prom Queen," Lorenzo stated.

"Really?" Rhonda snapped." So, I suppose my chances of winning would have been greater had I brought you as my date? Get real!"

"I never said that," Lorenzo replied, humbly." I didn't even get nominated for Prom King."

"Exactly," Rhonda smirked, wickedly.

"Rhonda, why are you being so cold?" Lorenzo asked." I wasn't trying to start a fight with you. Are you still bitter about our breakup?"

"Bitter? Me?" Rhonda responded." As if! You really need to get over yourself, Lorenzo. I am so over you. If I was so bitter, you and your new girlfriend would not be invited to my after-party. By the way, are you still coming?"

"Lorenzo, tenemos cosas mas importantes que hacer que ir a la fiesta de tu ex-novia," Aida commented, harshly." Ademas, no me gusta esta puta!"

"Relajese por favor," Lorenzo told her, in a scolding tone.

"What the hell is she saying?" Rhonda demanded.

"Nothing," Lorenzo said." Anyway, we'll be there….or at least I will."

"Okay."

"See you later, Rhonda."

As Lorenzo and Aida walked away, Rhonda rolled her eyes.

"I don't know what Aida was saying but I guarantee you it was something she deserved to get punched in her face for," Patty insisted.

"Screw her," Rhonda remarked." Metaphorically speaking, she is picking at my leftovers while I'm consuming newer and better cuisine."

Nadine chuckled a bit.

"What's so funny, Nadine?" Rhonda asked.

"It's just so weird how you were so repulsed by Curly for so many years, now you're referring to him as 'better cuisine'," Nadine explained.

"Well, it's simple," Rhonda stated." I figured that Curly's obsession with me would never cease, so instead of fighting him I decided to work with him. All I had to do was bring him up to my level by giving him some fashion tips and encouraging him to build some muscle. Granted, he's still weird but I'm not as picky as people think. With that being said…..tonight, I think I might just give it to him, if you know what I mean."

Finally, the prom was over and many of the students drove straight to Rhonda's house for the after party. It was there that everyone had even more fun, dancing, mingling, drinking refreshments and eating snacks. Rhonda's parents had gone out of town, so she took advantage of the opportunity to organize a big party for her fellow schoolmates/lifelong friends. Lust was in the air. As Rhonda scanned the crowd of couples, she could only imagine who would be 'getting their freak on' the first chance they get. Arnold and Helga? Gerald and Phoebe? Lila and Wesley? Stinky and Gloria? Harold and Patty?

All of the above, Rhonda thought. Me and Curly? Perhaps.

By 3:00AM, most of the guests thanked Rhonda for an awesome party and went home. The only ones who stayed behind was Curly, Nadine, Sid, Patty and Harold. They were all relaxing outside on Rhonda's patio, talking and drinking cups of punch. The punch contained a little vodka that Rhonda snuck from her father's bar in the basement. They were all quite drunk as a result. Rhonda, Nadine and Patty were sitting on the laps of their dates as they chatted.

"Wow, I am so drunk," Sid slurred.

"Did you have enough to eat?" Nadine asked.

"Yeah."

"Good, so I don't have to worry about you puking everywhere," Nadine said.

"Gross," Rhonda shuddered.

"I have an awesome idea," Curly declared, drunkenly.

"What's that?" Rhonda asked.

"Let's go streaking all over the neighborhood," Curly suggested.

"No!" everyone reacted.

"Curly, why do you always have some crazy suggestions?" Harold asked.

"Because he is crazy," Sid insisted.

"Both of you, shut up," Rhonda said, sharply.

"Wait a sec; why is everyone bickering?" Patty asked, confused.

They all simply laughed. The six of them were far too wasted to take each other seriously; therefore, they had quite a good time.

"Okay guys, its late," Rhonda said." You're all welcome to spend the night. There are two other guest rooms."

After saying goodnight to each other, they divided into pairs and went to three different bedrooms. Rhonda showed Curly to her bedroom and to say he was impressed would be an understatement. Rhonda had a king-sized Canopy bed, a flat screened plasma television, a flat-screened computer, a fancy dresser and an expensive rug in the middle of the room. Even more impressive were the walls decorated with trophies, plaques and antique paintings.

"Your room is even more beautiful than I fantasized," Curly commented.

"Thanks; I'm glad you like it," Rhonda said.

Curly stared at Rhonda with desire in his eyes; never in a million years did he imagine he'd be alone with her in her bedroom.

Dreams do come true, he thought.

Rhonda slowly walked over to her bed, removed her shoes and positioned herself sideways on the bed, seductively. The drink had a significant impact on her hormones. Curly has never looked so desirable when she was sober.

"So Curly, I was wondering if…." Rhonda began.

"Yes, I do!" Curly exclaimed, not letting her finish.

"So, come here, Daddy," Rhonda said, softly." Give it to Momma!"

Without a second of hesitation, Curly climbed onto the bed with Rhonda and kissed her deeply. From there, they frantically rolled around on the bed, kissing and undressing each other.

Meanwhile, Patty and Harold were settled in another bedroom. They sat side by side on the bed, holding hands.

"I love you, Patty," Harold told her.

"I love you too."

"Um…I didn't bring any rubbers with me," Harold said." Do you want to do it anyway?"

"Uh…I'm not sure," Patty replied.

"This wouldn't be the first time we forgot to use one," Harold insisted.

Patty hesitated for a moment. She was normally a very practical individual; however, the vodka had a bad effect on her hormones.

"Okay….sure," she agreed.

Without warning, Harold grabbed her, pulled her close and kissed her with a fiery passion. He positioned himself on top of her as he hungrily kissed her lips, cheeks and neck.

"Harold, take your time," Patty said, repeatedly.

Lost in lust, he barely heard her. So he continued to kiss her and roam his hands everywhere. To gain control, Patty mustered up enough strength to flip Harold over, so she can be on top. She pinned him down by the wrists to gain his full attention.

"Patty, what's wrong, babe?" Harold asked.

"I told you to take your time," she replied, sternly." We can't get rough tonight; let's do it slowly for a change. Besides, our huge asses already succeeded in breaking both my bed frame and yours. Rhonda's parents would be super pissed if we break this one."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Harold agreed.

"So, like I said earlier…be a gentleman," Patty said.

She released her grip on Harold's wrists, so he can slowly reach up and stroke her hair. Patty leaned down towards him, kissing him.

In the very next room, Nadine and Sid were already in the bed with the lights off. Nadine was dressed down to her bra and panties while Sid wore a T-shirt and boxers. Since neither of them actually planned on spending the night at Rhonda's place, they weren't prepared with suitable sleepwear.

"Sid?" Nadine said.

"Yeah?"

"Were you asleep?" Nadine asked.

"Not yet," Sid responded.

"I know we're not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend yet but…..do you wanna screw or something?" Nadine proposed.

"Huh?" Sid exclaimed, surprised.

"Well, I just thought that you might be interested considering that you sort of had a…boner at the prom," Nadine told him.

"Sure….I'd like to," Sid stated, nervously." But I'm sort of a…a virgin."

"Really?" Nadine responded.

"Yeah," Sid admitted, with a sigh." Do you think I'm lame?"

"Not at all," Nadine assured him.

Sid sighed again; this time from relief.

"I have some experience, so maybe you should just relax and let me take control," Nadine suggested." Okay?"

"Sure," Sid agreed.

Although Sid's hormones were raging out of control, he trembled nervously as Nadine turned the lamp on, removed her underwear and mounted him. They kissed each other for a few seconds as they positioned themselves for the 'action'. It took them several seconds to achieve intercourse; but once they did, Sid felt himself being exposed to a whole new world and he loved it. For Nadine, it took a brief moment of straddling him and establishing her rhythm for her own pleasure to settle in. Just as she was beginning to enjoy it, she felt Sid tense up beneath her and let out a shrill, erotic howl of ecstasy. Suddenly, he was almost out of breath, panting like a German Shepard. Nadine was simply flabbergasted.

"Sid, did you just…..you know?" she asked.

"Yeah, I couldn't control it," Sid explained." I was just super excited."

"One whole minute, Sid?" Nadine exclaimed." Are you serious?"

Sid blushed with embarrassment. Disappointed, Nadine dismounted him, turned off the lamp and lied down with her back facing him.

"You must really think I'm lame now, don't you?" Sid questioned, dejectedly.

"Sid, go to sleep," Nadine retorted.

"I hope you're not mad," Sid added.

"It's not a big deal," Nadine insisted." Now go to sleep."

Sid laid quietly for a few seconds and then he said." Nadine?"

"Oh God, what is it, Sid?" Nadine groaned.

"Do you remember in fourth grade when Mr. Simmons brought in about five hundred envelopes and I won the 'stamp licking contest'?" Sid asked.

"Yeah…..so?"

"So, I was thinking I can make up for what just happened by utilizing those same skills I used to win that contest…..on you," Sid suggested." Do you catch my drift?"

It took Nadine a couple of seconds to catch on." Sure Sid, that'll be awesome. Get down there."

Alcohol had its effect on the six of them that night. They all had a great time with their 'rendezvouses'. However, there was a key item they all failed to use in their drunken states, a condom!