Chapter 2: Saving the Friend Group

“Slut, are you ready?” Hel asked.

Her yellow finger-nailed hand held out for mine. Her bare black arms ended at bony shoulders, while oversized breasts pushed against the yellow fabric and distorted the flower print. She needs to eat more, but I understand why she doesn’t. As teenagers, we have no control over our lives, so some seek control through their hunger, others through body modifications, and still others through blogs and streams. In health class, we learned that everyone needs a sense of control, yet the school does everything possible to control us. I shifted the dildo away from the rubbed-off area and joined them.

An awkward, slightly bow-legged walk later, we arrived at math class. I checked the comments and donations. Everyone wanted me to stream throughout the test, under the table, of course, and since pervs and pedos pay the bills, but so does credibility, I didn’t mind.

I sat at my table between Jen, on my right, and Cin, on my left. I had Hel, one row ahead, set up the camera on top of my bag and point it up my skirt, with the dildo and the butt plug visible for my stream. My skin had healed, but my desire had not lowered. My heart pounded in my ears, my face burned, and my fingers twitched. I had to hold my hands together to stop them from rubbing my little nub.

“Tell Cin that she fucking sucks,” Jen said while she glared at Cin. Teen drama. Jen and Brad had only started to date yesterday morning after she gave him a blow job in the bathroom. Cin hadn’t known, but then again, Cin should have asked or confirmed because she knew Jen liked Brad.

“Tell Jen that she should have sucked better,” Cin said while she glared at Jen. Cin’s tongue darted in and out, her eyes narrow, while her tongue stud glinted in the harsh classroom lights. Cin’s black-tipped fingers held her pen like a knife to stab Jen. Her oversized body pushed against me. I had to jab her with my knee to keep her from encroaching too much in my space. I have fans and need to keep my legs apart, or she could spread her legs for my fans and join the stream. Cin hates attention, so she never appears on stream.

“Bitch,” Jen said and held her pen like a knife to cut Cin. Jen’s braces sparkled while her eyes narrowed. Her thin body pushed against my shoulder and used me to stop her from attacking Cin. The seats beside me squeaked as they shifted to press their chests against my shoulders.

“Girls, are you fighting over me?” Brad arrived and solved the problem. Both girls turned and lunged. Cin’s pen stabbed down into Brad’s shoulder while Jen’s pen slashed across his face.

Blood oozed from the shoulder wound while it dripped from his face, with a blue mark at the top and end of the cheek slash. Brad’s pretty lips screamed while he grabbed their hands as he lay flat on the puke-green floor. Cin had pulled the pen from his right shoulder while Jen glared down at him, blood-red pen in her hand. I twisted around and prayed that the camera could see the confrontation since violence and sex make the best combo for ratings.

“Fucking bitches!” Brad said. As a boy who lived off his cuteness, he never needed to develop a brain. What did Brad think would happen? Did he expect them to both give him a blow job together? Stupid teenage boy, they would have. Cin would do anything for Jen, and Jen liked Brad enough to do that for him, but now, forget it.

Cin tried to stab Brad again, but he held her wrist while Jen swung the pen at him, but his knee kept her far enough back that she couldn’t reach him. His red shirt soaked up the blood while the cheek cut closed.

“Cindy, Jennifer, to the office now,” Teacher Jones screamed. Cin’s empty hand hit Brad’s face while she continued to try to stab him. Jen stood and stomped her foot down on his stomach. He curled in a ball. Cin stabbed his arm while Jen kicked, and blood and piss leaked onto the floor.

“Cindy, Jennifer, NOW!” Teacher Jones said from the front of the room. She hadn’t moved to break it up. A rumor had circulated that Brad and Teacher Jones had hooked up on the first day of school. Totally false, of course, and likely started by Brad, but she had to meet with the police and the school board about it. They exonerated her, but now she hated Brad.