Chapter 3

Sophie woke up the next day with a splitting headache. How on earth did people drink alcohol? She was hungover but wanted to hide it from her mother.

“Sophie? What the fuck you’ll be late for school!” shouted her mother into her room. Sophie quickly got dressed, she quickly threw on some clothes and underwear and her school uniform. As she went out she suddenly remembered her gym kit for hockey after school

Sophie felt awful at school. She could see the girls giggling at her, talking loudly about how much fun they had at their party last night. They sang “birthday girl” at her and avoided talking with her at lunch.

Some boys went up to Sophie to chat with her. Her shyness and beauty made the girls envious and want to pick on her but the boys didn’t mind. One boy, Charlie, played rugby and joked with her. The other girls saw this and got jealous. Emma and Naila, two of the ringleader girls, went up to afterwards and asked about the vodka.

“Er, I still have it” lied Sophie. He had finished all of it last night.

“You should have brought it today. We were going to drink it after hockey. You’re good at stealing, we’ll get you to do some more for us.”

“No!” shouted Sophie, offended. “I only did it because you said you’d come to my party and you never did!”

“Did anyone come?” asked Emma, teasingly. Sophie refused to answer. “Stuck up bitch” said Emma after her. Sophie walked away with her head down. She hated school. “White bitch!” shouted another girl across the playground. Christine was the leader of a group of black girls, and for some reason they hated Sophie alone. Sophie also got hate for being half Turkish and got called a “Paki” despite looking so white and red haired. She couldn’t win with these girls. Some of the boys were nice but she was both shy and nervous of some of them and did not like how they tried looking up her skirt in class.

Later in the changing rooms, Sophie panicked when she realised that, while still drunk from the vodka this morning, she had thrown on a pair of bright orange ‘my little pony’ knickers. She tried to change quickly, but Emma was looking out for her.

“Oh my Days!” shouted Emma. “Check out Sophie, look at all the ginger hair down there!” She cackled and the other girls joined in. Sophie cringed, her panties were years old and much too small for her. They were the same color as her hair and she worried that her pubic hair might show which would be mortifying. She quickly pulled on her hockey skirt.

“No wait, come on bitch let’s see those knickers” Emma shouted, and suddenly three girls grabbed her and pulled her skirt down. They all howled with laughter at her cute little knickers. “Here hold her I’m gonna take a pic on my phone!” another girl, Liz, whipped out a camera phone and tried to get it ready while Sophie struggled against the grip of the other girls in just her bra and knickers. Suddenly another gang of Asian girls came across and knocked the phone out of Liz’s hands. “Fuck off you bitch” they shouted at her. They had no love for Sophie either but didn’t like the white girls being loud. More pushing and shoved happened but the girls still held on to Sophie’s arms and she could not get away.

Suddenly the PE teacher, Ms Ward, came in. Everyone stopped everything. The girls all stood still in their hockey uniforms leaving only Sophie alone. Ms Ward stared at the teenage girls all in black and white hockey uniforms with one red haired girl clad in nothing but white bra and bright red knickers in the middle. “Sophie Yildiz what are you doing! Making a spectacle of yourself, go and get into some clothes now!”

Sophie was grateful for the intervention and quickly got into her uniform. The rest of the practice consisted of the girls slyly hitting her with hockey sticks until her legs were bruised. She tried to avoid crying, but sobbed to herself on the bus home while still in her hockey uniform as she had not dared to change with the girls. She realised an old man was, while she was busy crying, looking up her skirt, no doubt feasting his eyes on the bright orange panties that had caused such a fuss. Sophie crossed her legs quickly, and in the end ran to her flat.

Her mother was getting ready to go out for the night on a date. She was wearing a very short low cut dress. “Gosh Sophie, you look rough! You should quit that hockey haha” Sophie guessed she had a few drinks already. Her sister Jenny was not around, she had not yet come back from her boyfriend’s place.

Sophie went into her room and closed the door. She stripped off, and sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. The tight orange panties gripped her hips, but there was no body fat to spill over them. Her taut toned stomach was concave as it dipped into the waistband, her faint red pubic hair was not showing over the top. Her camel toe was clearly visible though. She slipped off her bra and noticed her breasts were starting to swell but were still currently an A cup. Soon she would be a C cup like Jenny. She saw the bruises gather on her legs and cursed her schoolmates.

She threw on a hoodie and curled up in front of her laptop. She remembered her chats from yesterday and cringed at the memory. She knew, however, that she had not sent any identifiable nude photos or videos out, even when drunk. That would have been awful! She was so grateful the girls had not managed to photo her in the changing room as well. She knew the price of dignity and was determined to preserve it. She did not approve of her sister or her mother going out with strange men and wanted to have a straight, decent partner for a boyfriend and had no interest in losing her virginity before she was eighteen.

As she started chatting, the sex talk disgusted her. She was about to log off when she saw the “Happy birthday” message from Luke.

Pembroke had an uneventful day. It was spring and the girls were flowering in their short skirts. It was 2013 and Pembroke could not believe how blasé the school was about the danger of recording the girls. Pembroke had originally promised himself to do nothing in his school despite the temptations. But he had experimented with cameras hidden under the blackboard which looked up the girls’ skirts. He had also managed to plant a camera in the girls’ changing rooms but took it back after just one day as he was terrified someone would find it, and it was hard to justify going in and out of there even out of school hours! He had some decent footage, but he could not upload it as it would identify him as the culprit, even the changing room scenes.

To make up for the fact he was passing on a feast of teenage flesh every day, since moving back to his mother’s house he had thrown himself into the world of encapturing young women online. And in some cases, he had gone even further than with poor Lucy Seretova.