Growing Up More
Copyright© 2025 by TMax
Chapter 16: Fun Time is Fast Time
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 16: Fun Time is Fast Time - The second book in the growing up series. Margot goes to school. Note: The first chapters are much darker than the first series. I have posted chapters 5, 6, and 7 earlier than expected because I wanted to move through the dark times faster. These took a long time to write because of how much abuse Margot suffers.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft ft Teenagers Coercion Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Lesbian School Incest Mother Daughter Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Interracial Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Big Breasts Public Sex Small Breasts
The note read, ‘Margot runs fast, and Fenna fucks fast, find a place to run topless for one minute.’
Fenna and I glanced at each other with smiles. I could read her mind, and she could easily read mine, as I only operated at a grade four level. We asked Mark’s lady friend to hold our phones, and we walked behind her, under some trees, away from the playground, pulled off our tops, and ran around topless. We leaped, danced, and sprinted. Some parents walked over to watch. The lady smiled as she filmed, and even Mark turned around to observe.
The cool air in the shade felt amazing, especially after the stuffiness of the green dome. A fresh breeze, sweet leaves, and flowers. One woman, in black yoga pants and a white sports bra, clapped. Another teenage girl, in a small red tube top and blue short shorts, turned the volume up on her phone and played ‘APT’ by Rose and Bruno Mars. We danced much longer than we needed to, partially due to the music, but mostly because we lost ourselves in the moment, with no phones to ding us back to the challenge, we acted like little kids.
A young man, with bright eyes and blue shoes, joined us and did cartwheels. We stopped when the song ended, and with a round of applause, we bowed and put our tops back on. We sent in the videos, and Abigail texted us the next challenge.
‘Around and around you go, photos of you bottomless on the merry-go-round.’
Pictures of Ava and Sofia with a horse’s dick behind the barn appeared. A short video of naked Anna and Tess, inside a brown with green and yellow trimmed cabin, with an eagle-topped totem pole outside, showed them smiling, touching, while the faces of boys pressed against the window.
We rode like banshee goats to the next location, where Fenna hopped off her bike and let it glide towards Marty, who casually tipped it to the side.
“Marty, Larry, so lovely to see you,” Fenna said and hugged Marty, Tess’s mountain of a father, and Larry, Tess’s chain-smoking father. The two of them knew the owners, having fixed the merry-go-round a few times, and could close it for us for repairs. Even still, the merry-go-round freaked me out. The happy horses, unicorns, Pegasus, and alicorns, with their dead eyes, peeling paint, and the faint smell of urine and vomit, kids smell. I have no idea why, like some people have a stupid fear of clowns, I have an irrational fear of merry-go-rounds. Visions of getting crushed in the gears, while that stupid music plays, and kids laugh, and parents point, and the horses go up and down on my head. This one had red, blue, and green triangles, with a mirror trim, and more burnt-out lights than working ones. Someone had spray-painted a purple penis on the side we stepped up on.
Fenna giggled and pulled down my pants. I tried to smile. I tried to laugh. But the alicorn beside me stared at me, ready to knock me down and cause me to slip into the wheels. Fenna, laughing, pulled hers down, then bent over and took pictures of our asses and pussies. Larry started the merry-go-round, it lurched, and I screamed, pissed myself, and collapsed onto the ground before the alicorn or the unicorn on the other side to knock me over. Fenna laughed at me until she realized how much I shook and whimpered.
The music went silent. The ground stilled. The horses stopped. Fenna lay on top of me and held me. Larry joined us, and Marty calmed down the parents and children who waited outside the small black hip-height fence. They couldn’t see us through the horse, but they must have heard my screams.
Larry wiped my pee-covered cunt with an old rag while Fenna slipped on my pants. They helped me up, and Larry carried me off the merry-go-round. He reeked of cigarette smoke, but I didn’t care, because his small, but powerful, arms held me firm and made the bad merry-go-round disappear in the distance.
Fenna, to her credit, didn’t rush me as we sat under a tree. Marty and Larry sat across from us with the sun giving them a pair of halos. Strangely, even though the merry-go-round restarted, the music didn’t restart.
“I’m so sorry,” I stammered, barely able to breathe, while snot and tears smeared my upper lip.
“Don’t worry about it. I turned off the music in case that caused the panic attack,” Larry said. He had his hands on my knees, veiny, scared hands, with dirty, broken fingernails.
“Did Rebecca do this?” Fenna asked as she stroked my hair.
“No, just my screwed up head,” I said. My breath had slowed, and my hands no longer shook.
“Marty has an irrational fear of money,” Larry said with a smile.
“I do not, I just don’t want to be evil. All really rich people become evil,” Marty said, as Fenna rubbed her hand up and down my spine, and the tightness released.
“Mark’s rich and he’s not evil,” Larry said. His firm hands grounded me, while Fenna nibbled my ear, and caused me to smile.
“Not evil to his friends,” Marty said. His massive hand rested on Larry’s shoulder. Fenna’s teeth tickled my earlobe, and her tongue caressed my neck. I wanted to get naked with her.
“Plutophobia, fear of wealth,” I said.
They all stared at me, shocked. Fenna, with narrowed eyes as if to ask what I did with her girlfriend. Larry, with a smirk, while Marty nodded.
“Kinesophobia, fear of movement, they don’t have a name for fear of merry-go-rounds, I looked it up,” I said.
Larry dug into his pocket and handed Fenna a slip of crumpled paper. Marty helped me up, or rather, lifted me like a little girl and placed me on my feet. My phone dinged, and a photo of a naked Ava, covered in mud, and Sofia, nude, above her in a tree, appeared. Another photo showed Sofia pissing as if rain fell on Ava. Aisling and Maricio’s picture of her, bottomless, with a banana inside her, in front of the monkey cage, appeared. Maricio stood to her right, with his dick out, which Aisling held.
‘In a cave, you must find six to fill all six holes, at the same time.’
Fenna and I stared at each other, the Caves, and no one else had finished yet. We could still win this.
Reckless, breathless, we smashed the pedals to get to the caves, as our phones dinged the whole way.
Bronson Caves, the most epic caves in the world. They filmed the original Batman in one of the caves. We never found that plaque because we went in the east portal, stupid game, I would rather have gone the longer way around because ‘Batman’. Lonely southwestern wilderness, rocky, classic light grey rock, with hard-packed dirt and scrubby bushes. I expected a larger canyon, not the smallish one we arrived at. More Hollywood magic, I guess.
Sarah, Bella’s mom, met us at the cave entrance in a short, black leather skirt, black high heels, and a black zip-up, leather vest that pushed her breasts up into a deep cleavage. She had bleached blonde hair with white along the scalp, thick black makeup, and a professional video camera.
“You’re in luck, a group of Japanese, or Chinese, tourists just went in,” she said, with a high nasal voice, the type that I used to hear in Brooklyn. She had painted her fingernails black.
“Go Knicks,” I blurted out. She smiled at me while Fenna stared.
“Yeah, so, I’ve set the camera to low light conditions,” Sarah said and wobbled, somehow not breaking an ankle, towards the entrance. The back of her arms looked red, sunburned.
“Fenna has sunscreen,” I said, although I knew her answer.
“Naa,” she said as we rushed to catch up.
The gloom of the caves reminded me of Halloween and the garage. The coolness caused me to shiver and wrap my arms around my body. The inside smelled dry, of limestone, and a faint cigarette scent. Why can’t we go anywhere without that smell? Stupid humans. A McDonald’s box lay at the entrance, three feet from an empty black garbage bin.
Just ahead of us, a group of men in matching suits took pictures of the walls, while a teenage girl talked about movies and famous scenes filmed here. My phone pinged with a photo of Aisling on her back with Maricio’s head between her legs, with a creek and light wooden fence behind. A man in a blue baseball cap and a golden retriever stood behind the wooden fence and watched them. That meant that they only had one more challenge to complete.
“Yo, hey girlie, we need a favor,” Sarah shouted, which echoed off the walls and distorted her voice. We three approached the girl with half-closed eyes, bored, eighteen or nineteen, in a green LA Tours fabric vest over a UCLA sweatshirt. How, just how can a person wear a sweatshirt in this heat?
“What? I have the permit back in the bus, and this is a public place anyway,” she said, in a bored voice, but professional, like an actor. Pretty face, with maybe a bit too big a nose, with a ring between the nostrils, and blonde hair in a high ponytail.
“We’re filming and need your group as extras,” Sarah said and touched the girl’s right elbow. They stared at each other, Sarah with wide eyes, and the girl with narrowed, suspicious eyes.
“What type of film?” the girl asked. A few Asian men took pictures of the pair, while one took pictures of Fenna, but none of me. I didn’t mind because they wouldn’t turn out anyway, too dark, but the flash strobes pissed me off and wrecked my night vision.
“What’s your name?” Fenna asked. Both the girl and Sarah turned to Fenna with frowns, and Sarah put up her finger to silence Fenna, who looked annoyed.
“Hardcore, orgy, could use you if you like money,” Sarah said and caressed the girl’s upper arm. The girl smiled, with pink lips, and braces with green elastics. The men, eight in total, stared at her. One, the youngest by looks, asked, “Can we join?” Only a slight accent, and a cute, square jaw, with soft eyes, symmetrical and groomed dark brown eyebrows. The white of his eyes almost glowed in the slight sunlight that leaked into the cave, as if highlighted.
Sarah and the girl turned to him. The girl stood with one hip out, pink-nailed hand on it, and scrutinized him. Sarah scrutinized the whole group, which now stared at us. We four women vs eight Asian men.
“Hold, don’t move,” Sarah said, somehow stepped backward in her high heels over the uneven, packed dirt floor, raised her camera, and said, “Action.”
Three women, two blondes and me, faced the eight men. Fenna giggled and removed her top and bra to free her amazing, massive breasts. Everyone, including the girl, stared at them. The men’s quiet voices grew louder, and a ripple of clothing removal moved through the group. Small neat piles of black jackets, black ties, white shirts, and black pants appeared at their feet. I copied Fenna, but only one of the Asian men stared at my chest. The cool air caused my nipples to rise and hurt.
The tour guide removed her vest, sweatshirt, and black lace bra to expose her large chest with inverted nipples. Impressive, except next to Fenna’s.
We removed our bottoms. The girl had a hairy black bush that matched her hairy armpits, with a belly button piercing and a clit ring. A cool eagle, with wings spread, covered her back, and an Aboriginal sun covered her left thigh.
The men each removed their different colorful boxers but kept their black shoes with white socks on.
“You and you and you, on the ground,” Sarah said and pointed to three men, including the young one with perfect English. They moved instantly and laid in a line where they stood.
“Margot, him, Fenna, him, Lasha, him,” Sarah said as her finger flicked back and forth. Somehow, she moved over the ground, filmed, and directed in her high heels, definitely a pro. The rocks hurt my feet as I tiptoed towards the men. Fenna walked as if needles stabbed her feet, while Lasha ambled as if worried.
“Everyone, quick,” Sarah shouted.
I lowered myself onto the youngest one, so wet, he easily slipped in, bottomed out, but he didn’t stretch me. I leaned over him and rested my breasts on his warm, hot skin. He smelled nice, light, fresh citrus. His well-groomed hands caressed my back.
Beside me, Fenna copied me, except her guy didn’t let her lean down too far as he had his hands on her massive breasts. The tour guide did the same and took the guy’s cock like an expert or professional.
“You, you, you, in the asses,” Sarah said as she circled us. I couldn’t see who she pointed to, but it didn’t matter, as the young guy knew what to do. His hips barely moved, but caused just enough friction and pressure to cause mild discomfort with a tiny bit of pain, which made his dick feel bigger. The expression, ‘it’s not the size of the ship, but the motion of the ocean,’ made sense with him inside me. He knew how to use his hips for maximum effect, and his hands, and firm fingers, knew where to press.
A dick entered my dry ass, fast, only friction for resistance. This guy didn’t know what to do, because he fucked randomly and in spurts. I screamed and buried my head in the neck of the guy below me. My body shuddered, so fucking close to orgasm. If he had filled me more, and stretched me more, I would have collapsed in a puddle of spasming muscles.
Fenna and Lasha didn’t scream. Open bottles of lube rested beside each of their knees. My ass man hadn’t used it, stupid, so stupid. I didn’t mind the pain, but it bothered me that this clueless guy, who got to push his dick in a teenage girl, wouldn’t think to use lube.
“Sorry, he’s nervous,” the guy under me whispered. I bit his neck so I wouldn’t scream, lightly, I didn’t break the skin or anything, but he did taste good, like floral soap. I licked his neck and kissed his ear. The guy jackhammered my ass, too hard. After today, it would surprise me if I could walk tomorrow.
“Margot,” I said, with a grunt, “you’re good.” I didn’t say how many people I had to compare him to, but I would do him again. I almost asked for his phone number, but given the situation and the fact that I wouldn’t remember it, nor did I have anything to write it down with, I didn’t ask. A thought of having children with this guy and telling them where we met jumped into my mind. ‘I met Daddy in a cave. He fucked my pussy, while your uncle fucked my ass, and Auntie Fenna, my girlfriend at the time, had your other uncles in her pussy and ass.’ Instead, I enjoyed his motions, while I fought back tears from the guy in my ass.
“Ren,” he whispered back. With mint breath, he kissed my neck, just below my ear, which sent a shiver down my spine. How did he know? His hands pressed in places on my back that caused relaxation and a heightened arousal. How? My whole body felt more alive than it had in months, years, maybe my entire life. He could fuck me anytime.
“Waku, waku,” the guy on top said. Strange name. I wanted to get rid of him. I imagined Fenna had a strapon instead. Ren inside me, Fenna in my ass, but that didn’t work, because I wanted to taste Fenna. I loved her taste, so Amir, Amir in my ass, and Fenna’s pussy above Ren’s face, for me to share with him. I bet Ren had as much talent in his tongue as his hips and fingers.
“You, in her mouth,” Sarah said, and a dick appeared at my mouth. I opened my mouth, ready for it to slam in, but the guy didn’t move, just kneeled on the ground, his dick prepared with pre-cum on the tip. I had to turn my head and prop myself up on my elbows to swallow it. He tasted similar to Ren, more cum flavored, but the same floral soap.
My tongue slobbered along his shaft as my lips wrapped around, and I sucked. Between the pain in my ass, Ren’s fingers, the dick in my mouth, Fenna beside me with dicks in her ass and pussy, but more, her lovely breasts, and the ecstasy on her face, my insides twisted, my juices flowed, my head spun, and I needed, to finally, have an orgasm.
“You, in hers,” Sarah said, and a shadow moved over me, and Fenna gasped just before she began to suck.
Lasha’s moans echoed in the cave with the slap of skin on skin.
“Hey, you, kid, get over here,” Sarah shouted. Out of the corner of my eye, the teenage boy crept over, dropped his pants, and Lasha gave his dick to suck. Moppy haired, he wore a white shirt that glowed in the cave and a yellow baseball hat on backwards.
I couldn’t wait to see the video of this. Three girls, teenagers, all three holes filled, by eight Asian men and one teenage boy, straight out of an anime. Fenna even had large enough breasts to look like an anime girl, but didn’t have the thin waist. I had the slight frame, now with a bit more curve from my recent food intake, but didn’t have the big breasts. Lasha couldn’t pass for a waifu.
Waku, the guy in my ass, slammed hard, while Ren tried to match his motions and make it feel good. I enjoyed Ren, and even enjoyed the guy in my mouth, but not Waku because the asshole, all pun intended, didn’t know what to do. My orgasm would approach, the pain would grow, Ren’s dick and hands played me like an instrument, but then Waku would pull out at the wrong time, or push the wrong way, and destroy the music.
The frustration built, and I sucked harder and harder, each time, Waku destroyed the crescendo until he finished. He held my hips, his legs twitched, and he flooded me with his cum. His orgasm sent a cascade around the other men. Groans, screams, grunts, and a few others repeated, “Waku.” The guy in my mouth spurted down my throat, and I easily drank him. He removed his soft dick while the guy in my ass removed his.
Only Ren remained, with his perfect hips, perfect kisses, and perfect touch. Fenna and Lasha had finished their men. My mouth hung open as Ren rolled his hips, his one finger played with the guy’s cum in my ass while his other pressed along my spine.
“Lasha, feed Margot,” Sarah said.
Lasha, hairy pussy matted with cum, lifted my head to her pussy, and I licked out the cum, which tasted sour and smelled worse. She had a green star on her inner thigh, just like the porn star in the video Lise had sent around yesterday. In it, the girl orgasmed so hard that she spurted across the room. Lise had captioned it, ‘Almost as talented as Coach.’
“Your turn, Fenna,” Sarah said.
Lasha moved away, and Fenna replaced her. The cum tasted sour, but Fenna still tasted sweet. Sweet and sour. Perfect. Like Ren, perfect.
Sweat dripped off me and joined the sweat on Ren’s face, as his gaze locked with mine.
“I got you,” Fenna said, as she removed her pussy from my mouth and pushed her lubed hand in my ass. Unlike the Waku guy, she knew what to do, one motion, deep, her knuckles hurt, in a fantastic way, a great way, a way only the love of your life could provide.
She did it, I orgasmed, screamed, vibrated, and collapsed on Ren. Who, with perfect timing, came inside me.
“Wonderful,” I muttered, as Fenna stroked my hair, while Ren stroked my back.
“You could do me any time,” I said and kissed his neck.
“Sorry, I have a wife,” he said and rolled me off him. Fuck, not again. Images of a baby crying because Daddy and Mommy divorced filled my mind. My breath caught.
“She gets jealous because she likes American women too much to share,” he said as he stood over me. He had defined abs and chest. The tension of the moment left me, and I smiled up at him.
The other men talked with excitement as they dressed. Lasha, who had a name tag, dressed amongst them, while Fenna helped me up and we dressed each other. I resisted doing more as we needed to get back to the start line and win this crazy contest. My ass hurt each time I moved. Stupid Waku.
Sarah had her phone out, and the Asians tapped credit cards on it, then Sarah and Lasha huddled over her phone, while Fenna and I walked out of the cave.
“We did it,” she said, and we almost won. A ping on our phones announced that Eva and Sofia had made it back and won the contest. We rode slowly back to the start, because I could barely pedal, and arrived moments after the second-place team, Bella and Luca. Rachel and Matt arrived fourth, followed by Aisling and Maricio. Anna and Tess arrived with giggles, but hadn’t finished. They couldn’t figure out how to do the horse challenge. We compared notes, photos, and videos as we waited. Abigail had set up thirty different challenges that she assigned randomly to each group.
Lise screamed at Amir as they arrived, “It would have worked, I don’t care how much trouble, it would have worked.”
“It wouldn’t. Three cops, lunch, didn’t you see them?” Amir shouted back.
“Fuck that, you made us lose, asshole,” Lise shouted as she dropped her bike and hugged Bella. Fenna joined them.
Amir threw up his arms, walked to a yellow sports car, and zipped away.
“Fucking asshole,” Lise mumbled.
Julia rode in, followed by Yassim. Julia looked angry, with her knuckles white as she gripped the handles, a frown, and narrow eyes. Yassim appeared confused as he struggled to keep up with her.
Julia stopped her bike and threw it onto the ground, then stomped over to Luca and said, “Like, tell your friend that he’s like, so stupid, a jerk, an asshole, and a fuck up.” She then turned and walked over to me for a hug.
I held her as Luca asked Yassim, “What’d you do, Dude?”
“She’s crazy, she wanted me to fuck her with this antique gun, in the gallery, with people around,” Yassim said.
“So,” Luca asked.
“Fucking asshole, we could have won,” Julia screamed at Yassim over my shoulder.
“I wouldn’t do that to you,” Yassim yelled back.
“Dickweed, fucker, you, like, didn’t let me give a blow job to those golfers,” Julia screamed, spit flew, and her voice caused ringing in my ears.
“On the course,” Yassim muttered and turned his back to Julia.
“Jerk, fucker, basic, fucking gnome,” Julia shouted, then turned around and pulled me towards Abigail, Ada, Robert, and James, who stood under a massive green tree that covered them like a green dome.
“Results,” Abigail announced.
“Last, Julia and Yassim, then Lise and Amir, Anna and Tess, Aisling and Maricio, Rachel and Matt,” Abigail announced, and we clapped for each team.
“In the prizes, in third, who gets to join me for a video shoot, Fenna and Margot,” Abigail announced. Of course, typical Abigail, although we might have fun.
“In second, and the winners of Anna and Tess, our sixth place team for a day, Bella and Luca,” Abigail announced. What? I didn’t know that the winners got to own the losers.
“And first, our best scavenger hunters, and owners of Lise, Julia, Amir, and Yassim, Ava, and Sofia,” Abigail yelled. Ava jumped up and down, and Sofia bowed.
Abigail walked over to Julia and me, while Fenna, Lise, and Bella joined us.
“So, I’m thinking a movie parody, Sarah’s agreed to film,” Abigail said.
“No, let’s just make a porn and be done with it,” Fenna said.
“Wallie,” Lisa and Bella said together in Wall-E’s computer voice.
“It’s your favorite movie,” Abigail said.
“Was! Was my favorite. Why not a funny movie, like Cheech and Chong?” Fenna said.
“Eve,” Lisa and Bella said in Wall-E’s voice, then giggled.
“I just need time to write the script, and then we’ll shoot it,” Abigail said and squeezed my arm.
I liked the movie, even crazy Abigail couldn’t make it that bad.
On Sunday, we gathered at the Wilsons’ place. Rachel, Matt, Fenna, Lise, Amir, Julia, Bella, Luca, Yassim, Abigail, Ada, and Lisa. Rachel hadn’t bothered to remove the bed, and she used real mud, foul stuff that almost made me gag. Abigail refused to even go up the stairs.
Rachel stripped naked, her small breasts, small defined arms, and small strong legs bounced on the bed and scattered mud around the room. No one joined her, but we did watch and almost cheer, with our hands over our noses and mouths. Lise and Amir, Bella and Luca, left for a swim. Fenna and Julia left, with Yassim behind them. Only Lisa, Matt, and I remained to try to get Rachel out of the foul room.
“Seriously, that’s enough, let’s go for a swim,” Matt said. He wore a pink Speedo, with his massive arms across his chest and on his big belly, with hair and stretch marks.
Rachel continued to bounce on the bed, and her hair, in twin tails, bounced. The sunlight from outside shone off her cheeks while her eyes sparkled.
“You’ve had your revenge, let’s go,” Lisa said. Her chest flushed red under her sky-blue bikini top. Her fists rested beside the pure white shorts that had a mud spot on the left side. A sky-blue thong, like a whale’s tail, protruded from the top of the shorts, with her ass cheeks visible below.
Rachel threw mud at her mom, but missed and knocked a picture of Anna and Tess off the dresser, which fell and smashed the glass. Mud covered twelve-year-old Anna’s body in the picture, who had her arm around Tess.
“Rachel, you promised you would teach me to swim, but if you’re too busy, I can get Matt to do it,” I said and turned to leave. While Lisa and Matt knew Rachel better than I did, I knew how to divert her attention. Char had the same mentality.
“Wait, Matt’s too nice to coach swimming, I’ll do it,” Rachel said and ran towards the hallway. Matt grabbed her and carried her into the washroom, where Lisa had the shower on, as I went outside and joined the pool party. Fenna, Lise, Bella, Luca, Julia, Abigail, and Ada stood in the shallow end, while Yassim sat and talked on his phone, and Amir lay on a lounger. The girls wore bikinis, while the boys wore board shorts. Amir had a ripped body, while Luca and Yassim had thin arms and legs and bony shoulders.
In my little red micro bikini, really just two small pieces of fabric over my nipples, and over my clit and pussy lips, I slipped into the water with the girls. I loved my new suit, especially the way Fenna stared at me as I walked out of the house and slipped into the water.
“Where’s Rachel?” Luca asked. He stared at me instead of Fenna or Bella, who also stared at me. My insides twisted, and the water grew cooler as my body grew warmer.
“Showering. That mud reeked,” I said and smiled at him. My gaze switched to Bella, then I glanced back to Luca’s erection under his swim shorts. Bella followed my gaze, smiled, and slipped her hand into his shorts.
“Like, stupid Rachel, I wanted to mud wrestle, I missed Anna’s mud pit at Halloween,” Abigail said and took a puff. Cherry smoke wafted over the shallow end.
Rachel joined us in the pool with a cannonball and played in the deep end with Ada and Lise while Matt chatted with me. Yassim joined us. Luca chatted with Yassim about some strange rule, while his shoulder touched Bella’s, and Bella massaged his erection. Yassim kept moving around to get closer to Julia, who would move away each time he approached.
Anna and Tess returned from the hike, and Anna went ballistic. She screamed at Rachel while Rachel yelled back. The girls ignored them, while Luca’s, Yassim’s, and my eyes widened, and worried expressions appeared on our faces. Amir somehow slept through the outburst on the lounger.
When Rachel jumped out of the water to fight Anna, Mark shouted, “Enough! Anna, you knew this would happen. Rachel, you’re even. Now you have to clean it up.”
“Never!” Rachel screamed as water dripped off her nose and chin while her entire body shook.
“We’re not even,” Anna said, evil, with a growl.
Mark stared at them while Lisa held a massive tray of veggies behind him. The birds sang. The pool gurgled. The fresh fall air wafted around the backyard.
“I hate you!” Rachel yelled at Anna.
“I love you too,” Anna said with a smirk.
Rachel pushed Anna to get past, but Anna grabbed her and pulled her into a hug. Tears streamed down Rachel’s cheeks. Lisa placed the tray of veggies beside the pool.
Beginning of December, I had avoided Rebecca and her crew for weeks, but this morning, Rebecca waited just inside the doorway, worst fucking morning, first mom hadn’t done laundry, and I had to wear an old shirt with Snoopy on it, then a walk through the foul smokers, and to add chocolate and cherries and enormous piles of shit to the day, Rebecca and her followers.
Abigail and Ada stepped between us, while Fenna held my hand, sweaty and gross palms. Rebecca, with narrowed eyes, deep lines over her nose, smiled with only her mouth. Today, she wore a blue and burgundy soccer jersey with burgundy soccer shorts. She still had tanned arms, legs, and face, with a sunburnt nose. Beside her, Marcus grinned with a metal rod in his hand, dull black but with a white grey streak from the outside door. Jason held a lacrosse stick that he rested on the ground beside his blue, with green trim, Converse sneakers.
The hallway lights buzzed, while the outside breeze brought the foul smoke in. The small hallway had blue metal lockers on the right, most of the blue had rubbed off and exposed the white base lockers, a brown tiled floor with wrappers and dust bunnies, and a utility closet door on the left. A green poster with a happy black male teenager, complete with a blue bandana and a red shirt, a style from ten years ago, said, ‘Stay in School, it’s cool.’