Chapter 11: Two Weeks Passed Quick

Monday morning, the first day back to school, and the possible confrontation with Rebecca. Luckily, Fenna slept over because I had a panic attack before bed, and then one as I woke up. Her magic fingers helped calm me.

My foot had fully healed, and with a full breakfast, I had energy, even though I hadn’t slept well last night. My bunny raced around the front lawn as it played with its friends, back and forth between the bush and our front steps.

Abigail’s mom drove us to school. Ada insisted that Fenna, Abigail, and I had to sit in the backseat with her, or at least Abigail said that Ada insisted. I have never heard Ada speak. With four, we barely fit, me in the middle, Ada on my left, Abigail on my right, and Fenna, upset, on Ada’s left. She wanted to sit beside me, but Ada had snuck in between us, and hugged me so tight that Fenna couldn’t move her. Abigail talked with her mother about a new boy at school who drives a Range Rover. Abigail didn’t want to date him, but her mother suggested that they could double date, Abigail with the boy, and Abigail’s mother with either the father, the mother, or both. They argued about it the whole way to school. I don’t know why her mother dislikes Robert so much, but she always comes up with some crazy scheme or idea to break them up or get Abigail to date someone new.

I didn’t see Rebecca that morning, however, a lot of the jocks stared at Fenna and me as we walked the hall. I had no idea what I would say to her. If or when we met her. They must have fixed the air conditioner; the halls felt colder and darker. The students sounded louder and had way too much energy. The school smelled different, more perfume, sweat, and onions.

Someone stayed with me at all times, usually Fenna, but sometimes Ada, or Tess, or Anna. They walked me between classrooms and sat beside me in class.

In the afternoon, Jason, the asshole, walked up to Fenna and me, and said, “Fucking slut, your friends put Rebecca in the hospital, and did something to Marcus. I’m going to fuck you up.” He towered over us, and while not the biggest guy, he weighed more than us combined.

Fenna stepped between us and said, “Asshole, fuck off already.” Blonde hair in pigtails, a pink dress, she looked ridiculous in front of him. A hummingbird against a hawk. With fists, her arms vibrated as she stared up at him. He laughed, like a hyena, and pushed her into a younger guy who tried to sneak by us. The two crashed to the floor, with the boy red-faced to have Fenna on top of him with her breasts in his face.

Jason leered at me, and my heart almost stopped as he slowly brought his hand back to punch me. Everything slowed down. His sneer and flared nose. Dark beady eyes, a sparse mustache, and acne beside his right ear. He had piss yellow highlights in his shit brown hair. His red football jersey stretched with his hand back, knuckles bright with the overhead light directly on them. His blue jeans had white, ripped knees, designer, and stupid, and he wore scuffed white shoes with red and green striped socks.

I started to close my eyes and bring my arms up, but then he flew through the air and slammed into the lockers. The clang reverberated around the hallway, and everyone stopped, like a time stop game, gazes on us, or rather, Jason.

Matt had arrived. A bear, with his messy, auburn hair, too wide nose, too narrow chin, and the most beautiful eyes. Massive hands, like bear paws, he wore a white t-shirt with Math symbols, and green knee-length shorts that clashed with his yellow Teva sandals.

“Enough,” Matt said. With anger.

Jason didn’t respond as he lay on the ground and held his arm. They suspended Matt, Jason, and the boy Fenna fell on for one week, while Fenna and I received two weeks as repeat offenders. Mom screamed at me, but without conviction. Fenna’s parents still liked me. “Such a good influence, we’re sorry about Fenna getting you in trouble,” Maud said, which didn’t make sense, as I had caused Fenna to get suspended twice.

“You haven’t been to the beach, we’re going tomorrow,” Fenna said as we sat in my backyard and sipped iced coffee. The heat wave caused sweat to roll down my body, and I didn’t want to move. Monday night, we had just finished our run, and our legs hurt. High humidity and too hot to even touch, we sat about a foot apart.

“Sure,” I mumbled and texted Charlotte in New York about my suspension. She responded with a heart, a shocked face, and a jealous face. The school had never suspended her, something I rubbed in with multiple follow-up texts.

Tuesday arrived with heat, a record high. Everyone else decided that they needed a day off to show solidarity over the unfair suspension. Fenna drove, and I vowed to learn to drive; her cautious driving almost caused four accidents, all her fault, although she blamed the other drivers.

We traveled through a residential neighborhood with perfect lawns and no one on the streets. The girls knew of a secluded beach that only locals went to, and a Tuesday meant we would have the beach to ourselves. We didn’t. One other girl, who tanned nude in the middle of the beach and didn’t even look up as we arrived, lay in the sun on a yellow and gold towel.

Only about fifty feet long, the beach had cliffs on each side. It didn’t even have a name sign or a ‘warning unsupervised beach’ sign. The blue water, with white foam, washed up on white sand. Seagulls flew and complained, while a family of snow white with black squiggle fuzzy birds, about the size of my hand, nested in the cliffs, between the scrub and the rocks. Fences lined the top of the cliffs. The top of a white house, with a dark window, overlooked the beach.

We stepped over a log someone had left in front of the thin forest path. We had to pass between two houses, both old, with peeled paint; one had a dog that barely lifted its head as we passed, while the other had three cats that watched us from an upstairs window. Overgrown, only one person could walk on the path at a time, and I enjoyed my walk behind Fenna. I pinched her butt and pulled her shorts down to expose her butt crack. She giggled and swatted at my hand. Her smile lit up my world.

As soon as we reached the beach, Fenna removed her t-shirt and skirt to reveal a red string bikini that did nothing to hide her tits and ass. The bottom fabric gave her a camel toe that made me almost kneel and lick her right there, in the middle of the beach, with white birds in the blue sky and the ocean smell in my lungs. Fenna liked my more modest bikini, but I vowed to get a better suit, something like Fenna’s. I just needed to convince Mom. With her new job, she should have more money for essentials like a new bathing suit.

Ada and Abigail, accompanied by their boyfriends, Robert and James, arrived, with Abigail in the lead and Ada following behind to film with her phone.

“Our secret beach. These videos will be members only, so get your membership,” she said, and twirled off her cover-up wrap. Hair in twin French braids, baby blue bikini, with baby blue finger and toenail polish, her white teeth reflected the hot sun. The boys wore baggy shorts, while Ada had on a sports bikini. Ada had no body fat, defined abs, and well-defined shoulders. They set up their blanket beside us, and while Ada and Abigail made set-up shots, Robert and James pulled out a bottle of vodka to spike their Gatorades.

Matt and Rachel arrived, waved to us, and ran into the ocean, where he threw her while she giggled and laughed. Anna and Tess followed them with matching green and white flowered bikinis that they purchased on their vacation. They had pulled their hair up into ponytails, and from a distance or if you squinted, they looked like twins.

Lise and Amir arrived with Bella. Bella spread her blanket beside Fenna, while Lise and her boyfriend spread out on the far side of the beach. While only ten feet away, I felt hurt, but Fenna just ignored Lise. Lisa wore her orange bikini, the modest one, while Amir wore a white pair of board shorts and a white tank top. He had dark, tanned skin but no muscle tone. Bella threw her green dress onto the sand to reveal a black bikini that pushed up her breasts. She hadn’t shaved her bush, and blonde, almost white hair peeked out of the edges of the black thong.

“So, like, there’s this guy in English class, sits beside me, and well, he kind of smiled at me yesterday, but of course I couldn’t miss the beach, but, you have to help, cause I think I might like him,” Bella said. Her sparkling lipstick glittered in the sunshine, while her new long, matching fingernails twirled her hair.

“Sure,” Fenna said and adjusted her bikini top strap. With the amount of weight it needed to hold, it must dig in and hurt.

“Not you, like, you took forever to ask Margot out, and she’s like your first, you don’t know anything. Margot, I need your help. How do I get him to ask me, for a date, or whatever?” Bella asked me. Her bright blue eyes stared at me, as if scared. Bella. Beautiful, sexy Bella. Like what? I have to meet this guy. Maybe a Jeremy look-a-like, with defined abs that he finds excuses to lift his shirt to show. And handsome, with soft lips, and a white, bright smile. If Bella feels nervous. How have I not noticed him in class?

“Sure, of course, I’ll sneak into school tomorrow to help,” I said. Bella beamed, reached across, and squeezed my hand.

“You’re like the best, Margot,” Bella said, put on her sunglasses, which reflected Fenna’s beautiful, round face, she crossed her legs, and pulled out her phone.

Julia arrived with Eva, Sofia, and two guys I didn’t know. They helped Julia undress. She wore a micro bikini even smaller than Fenna’s, and the three began bumping a volleyball around. Another six guys arrived and joined their game, while all of them surrounded Julia, they constantly glanced at Fenna and Abigail’s breasts, which almost spilled out of their suits. Fenna noticed and shifted to face the boys. She adjusted her straps and gave the boys exceptional looks at her cleavage, and one nipple slip.

At one point, Julia bumped the ball to one of the guys she came with, but he missed the ball, as he stared at Fenna, who rubbed suntan lotion on her breasts. Julia frowned, stomped over to the ball, and threw it at Fenna. It missed and knocked Bella’s sunglasses off her face.

Bella screamed and, with sand on her cheek, ran over to Julia.

“What the fucking fuck, Julia, fucking watch it bitch!” Bella screamed.

“No, you fucking watch it, I wasn’t throwing at you, but I’m glad I hit you,” Julia said. The two girls stood chest to chest, their breasts touched, their fists clenched.

“Chill, Jules, you did hit her,” one of the guys said and put his hand between them.

“Don’t fucking tell me to chill,” Julia screamed and turned to him.

“Like fuck off, you can’t talk to Julia. Julia, not Jules, and fuck if she has to chill, fucking idiot,” Bella said and turned to him. With a white face, the guy raised his hands and backed away. The girls turned to each other, again breast to breast, eye to eye, and with sneers that made them look more cute than scary.

“Bitch.” “Whore.”

“Kiss, Kiss, Kiss,” Lise chanted, which Eva joined, then Anna and Tess, until even the boys shouted. The girls smiled, grabbed each other’s heads, and kissed long and deep, with tongue.

“You’re like super lucky you kiss so good, or I would fuck you up,” Bella said as she broke the kiss.

“You’re okay. I’ve liked totally kissed better,” Julia said and turned back to the guys, who stood still and stared with big grins.

The beach grew full of teenagers, drinking, vaping, and flirting.

“Fenna, I’m going to thank Matt. Want to join me?” I asked as I stood. Matt leaped out of the water, Rachel on his back, and dove forward like a whale. Bella held a pipe in her hand and a lighter in the other. Fenna stared at the pipe and said, “No, I’m gonna catch up with Bella.”

Potheads, once and always. The warm sand burnt my feet as I walked to Matt. Julia had stopped the game, and most of the boys and a few girls had gathered in a circle around Abigail and Ada. I walked past the naked, unknown girl on the blanket. Two older guys sat on the beach, backs to the water, and stared at her firm ass and slit.

“Matt, Matt,” I waved. The water swirled around my ankles, cool and refreshing. The sand tickled my toes.

Matt dove underwater, about fifty or sixty feet away, then rose from the water, about four feet in front of me. Like a seamonster, water flowed down his shoulders and massive arms. My hero, and so fucking big.

“Hey,” he said as he pushed his hair off his forehead. He had a belly that reminded me of a pillow. Red stretch marks radiated up from his hips.

“I wanted to, you know, thank you, and say I’m sorry about getting you in trouble,” I said as my gaze traveled up and down his body. Not ripped, but muscled, big in every way. The waves caused me to sway to stay balanced, but Matt didn’t move as each hit the back of his thighs.

“No problem. Maybe we can hang out now that neither of us has school,” Matt said and waved to Rachel, who yelled for him to return to the ocean. My insides twisted at the thought of Matt, Fenna, and me in bed together, and I said, “I would enjoy that.”

He waved and disappeared under the waves. He resurfaced beside Tess, and while she protested, he picked her up and tossed her. She laughed as she landed in the water on her back. They made me smile.

The hot sand didn’t feel as bad as I returned to our blanket, where Bella and Fenna shared the pipe. The mob of boys and a few girls had arranged themselves into a ragged line, with Abigail on her hands and knees, breasts out of her suit, and a guy behind her. Ada sat to her right, with the phone pointed at the pair, while she jerked off Jason. Julia kneeled before the next guy in line, his dick in her mouth, her micro bikini pulled to the side to expose her cute little nipples.

The line shouted, yelled, and cheered as other girls and a few guys sat on the sand, smoked, vaped, drank, and watched. It looked fun, and I thought about walking over and helping Julia, but I didn’t want to leave Fenna, and I didn’t know what she would think about me doing that. Bella and I laughed while my swimsuit bottom moistened. The guy in Abigail shuddered, high-fived his buddy, who Julia sucked off, and walked over to a group of three girls and one guy, who passed a massive glass bong between them. He didn’t bother to pull up his pants, and the one girl with her breast out of her bikini flicked his soft, cum covered dick with her bright yellow-tipped finger.

Julia released her guy, who stepped forward, kneeled, and slammed into Abigail, who moaned. Julia grabbed the hard dick of the next guy in line, wet her pink lips, and with her dark pink tongue on her lower lip, engulfed him.