Chapter 3: Everything Dies

Monday, I wore a short skirt, crotchless panties, and a mesh half-shirt with a white sports bra. I hadn’t talked to Rebecca on Sunday and wanted to ensure I had the right clothes on for her. People stared at me, directly or indirectly, from the corner of their eyes. A couple of girls, popular ones, pointed and laughed at me. Tess and Anna walked up and said, “Hey.” I couldn’t, didn’t, want to talk to them. They acted like my friends, but I knew the truth, that they just used me for their soccer team and then abused my trust.

“Hey,” I said and ran to Rebecca. She stood in a sunbeam, her hair shone with golden highlights, her eyes sparkled, her sharp cheeks rose with her smile, and caused her to squint, as the cutest little lines radiated from the corners. She could grace the front page of Soccer Weekly or any soccer site.

A tremendous pressure left my shoulders as we hugged. Rebecca smelled of rose and lemon today. Her silky national soccer camp shirt caressed my bare arms. The world made sense again, as energy coursed through me.

“I missed you,” I whispered. I buried my face in my soulmate’s hair, and the strands tickled my nose. Rebecca’s presence gave me energy and purpose, but a dull blanket still lay over my mind. My weak arms vibrated with fatigue as I hugged her.

“I know,” she said and broke our embrace. We walked hand in hand into school. Her strong fingers held mine motionless and helped steady my arms.

We briefly discussed my lack of energy and her camp. I asked about Jason, but she laughed and said, “Just friends. We dated last year, but you’re my soulmate.”

At lunch, someone approached us. Rebecca ate a cheeseburger that dripped mustard and ketchup onto her ketchup-covered crispy fries, and I had a small coffee.

“So, are you and Jason back together?” the unknown guy asked her. Black and white Air Jordan shoes, crisp khaki pants, a black belt with a gold and diamond belt buckle, and a blue dress shirt, with diamond cufflinks, stood with a pill bottle in his manicured hand. He had a gold Garmin sports watch on his wrist.

“Fuck no, Margot and I are soulmates,” she said and kissed my cheek. Her soft, silky lips burned my skin. The boy, younger than us, smiled. He had a round, symmetrical face, a pretty boy, with golden brown hair, styled with a proper part. Diamond earrings sparkled in each ear.

“Oh, I just thought, you know ... Anyway, I have the stuff you asked about,” the pretty boy said and handed Rebecca a pill bottle. A few students laughed behind him, while a car horn sounded somewhere outside. A few tables over, Anna and Tess stared at me, while Fenna and Lise held hands and avoided my gaze. Fenna appeared upset, with a frown, a red neck, and downcast eyes that had tears in them. I wanted to rush over and comfort her, but I knew she hated me now.

Rebecca nodded at the guy and took the pill bottle. She stared at the pills inside while I stared at her.

“Who was that?” I asked as the boy turned and left the cafeteria. Fenna stood and ran from the cafeteria, followed closely by Tess and Annie. Lise stared at me with hate, a scowl that gave her cute dimples. Her blond ponytail vibrated as she clenched and unclenched her hands.

“Oh, someone who was at the camp this weekend. Anyway, he brought something to help with hunger and energy,” she said. She held the pill bottle up for me to take. The white cap had dirt smudges in the grip grooves, and a few pills lay inside the dark orange translucent bottle. Rebecca’s trim and unpainted fingers held the bottle by the bottom like a precious object.

“I don’t like drugs,” I said, but with no conviction, because I didn’t have the energy to argue. My stomach grumbled, my legs and arms had grown extra heavy, and I didn’t want to move them. My mouth tasted sour, and my mind moved slow, like a slug. Lise had stood up and taken a step towards me.

Maybe I should just take it. Rebecca knew sports, more of an expert than I.

She handed me the bottle of Adderall.

“Amphetamines,” I looked at her in a bit of shock.

“Yeah, have you ever taken them before?” she smiled at me.

“No...” I stammered. Lise stood behind Rebecca. She had flared nostrils and clenched her teeth.

“These will give you energy and help you control your appetite,” she said and kissed my cheek. I barely noticed her lips, as my gaze stayed on the bottle in my hand, but I also watched Lise. I couldn’t take these, could I? No, I didn’t do drugs, but then again, Rebecca would never cause me harm. Soulmates helped each other. Rebecca loved me, and I loved her. She knew best.

I didn’t know what to do. Lise had moved till she stood above Rebecca, her stare bored into my forehead as I ignored her presence.

“How many?” I asked as I turned the bottle in my hands. The prescription read Thomas Dilly, and to take one pill a day with food.

“There are five pills, one for each day this week. If these help, I can get you more,” she said.

“Are these legal?” I asked as I suddenly remembered the race on Friday.

“Fuck no, but you’re not racing professionally anyway, just take them,” she said and appeared disappointed in me. If I disappointed her daily, I couldn’t expect to keep her as a girlfriend. I didn’t have her strength or her athletic ability.

I took a pill out, placed it on my tongue, then used my coffee to wash it down. Lise mumbled something, which caused Rebecca to spin around and confront Lise.

“What do you want bitch?” Rebecca asked. Lise stared down at my thin, powerful soulmate.

“Margot hurt Fenna’s feelings,” Lise said, and bumped into Rebecca. Rebecca pushed her backwards and raised her hands to fight. The room grew quiet, and the students at the table beside us raised their phones to record. The lunch monitor, an old, grey-haired guy, sat with his back to us at a table of junior girls.

“Fuck her,” Rebecca said, and punched at Lise. Lise ducked and punched Rebecca in the gut.

Rebecca laughed and pushed Lise a few feet back. Students surrounded them and chanted, “Bitch fight!” Lise glanced at me, shook her head, and turned away from Rebecca.

“Chicken shit,” Rebecca said. Lise paused, tried to calm down, but still, her fists vibrated as she contained her anger.

“Margot, we still love you,” Lise said loud enough for me to hear over the chants. My heart broke, and I wanted to yell, ‘If you cared, you wouldn’t have videoed me,’ but I also wanted to ask about Fenna and the other girls. I didn’t know what to do, but I had my soulmate, and not the crazy blonde team where I never belonged.

The cafeteria calmed down with the appearance of the lunch monitor. Rebecca kissed my cheek, “Fuck them, it’s just us. I’ll always protect you,” she whispered.

I had energy the rest of the day, euphoric, and ran well. I returned to my bubbly self. Mom liked my happiness and energy. Rebecca and I laughed and talked late into the night.

Tuesday, I awoke with a horrible headache, a dry, thick mouth, and my legs hurt more than when I first began to run. A bit of coffee and the pill helped perk me up. Rebecca knew her stuff, because I had lots of energy and I could even think better.

I arrived at school so happy and ready. Rebecca frowned with dark skin under her eyes, so I brought her to the bathroom, pushed her past a much younger girl and her friend, as they discussed how to use a vape pen, and into the blue-walled stall. I pulled her pants down while the girls called us lezbos and laughed at us.

Rebecca smiled, laughed, and threw her red shorts out of the stall. She pulled her blue thong to the side and spread her lips for me.

“You look amazing, Babe,” I said and licked my lips.

The girl outside yelled, “I want to watch.” My pussy tingled as I remembered doing this last week to Rebecca and how the unknown girl thrust her whole hand inside me. We had much more room in this stall. We could fit three or four people in here.

“Come in then,” Rebecca yelled. I paused. Did I want this? Rebecca - yes, but this other girl? To watch? Maybe, but did I dare counter Rebecca’s command?

I unlatched the door. The younger girl wore thick makeup and had jet black hair, which she had pulled up with green flower barrettes. She wore a white, long-sleeved shirt under a green and blue striped shirt, and had a mound of bracelets on her right hand. A yellow and green, ankle-length skirt hung from her chubby hips. Her friend, who held the vape pen between her fingers with chewed fingernails, had a face marred by acne and messy, braided hair. She wore three or four shirts, a tight blue one under a black mesh, one or two very loose yellow and green shirts, and her pleated shirt flowed around her knees.

“Give me your phone,” Rebecca demanded, her legs still wide. A drop of her juice had made a riverette between her pussy and asshole. I knelt between the girls and Rebecca.

“Do you want to watch, film, or get your pussy eaten by an expert?” Rebecca asked them. Like a dog, I glanced between Rebecca and the girls. The dark haired one handed over her phone and said, “Yes, all, I’ve never had someone lick my vagina, she’d do that?”

The other girl crossed her legs and put her hands over her crotch. Her worn shoes featured blue hand-drawn flowers, and her ankle-length socks had frayed edges.

Rebecca sat up, and her fingers flew over the phone. “Done. I transferred enough to pay for everything,” she said, and returned the phone.

Did she just pimp me out? What the hell? How could she do that without asking? I glanced at her pussy, and then up to her smiling face, I would do anything for my soulmate. She needed the money, and I would have done this for free, so does it matter that she charged someone for it? Somehow it does, but I couldn’t leave now, I had to follow through, because the girls had paid.

“Me first,” the dark-haired one said and pulled up her skirt to expose white granny panties. Her pale legs had red splotches with minor red cuts on her inner thighs, her panties had a damp spot in the middle, and she smelled like tuna. I didn’t want to lick her, but I couldn’t disappoint Rebecca again.

I pulled her panties down to her knees and moved closer to her cunt lips. She had thick black pubic hair that hid them. The tuna smell almost caused me to gag, but I leaned forward and licked her pubic hair, so dense that I didn’t even touch her skin.

The black-haired girl fell backward against the metal divider and moaned. Her hands banged against the metal wall while her friend gasped and giggled.

“Make her cum all over your face,” Rebecca said to me and pushed my face into her pussy. I closed my eyes and flicked my tongue. Hair pressed against my nose, cheeks, lips, and chin. She didn’t taste bad, like bland metallic liquid.

“Oh, my God, she’s licking you. You’re letting the slut eat your cunt,” the other girl said, her voice cracked when she called me a slut. My ears burned, and I wanted to tell her to fuck off, but I couldn’t disappoint Rebecca again. The dirty language fit the situation, so I suppressed my outrage and allowed the disrespect.

“Oh, fuck,” the black-haired girl stammered. Her thighs quivered as she spread her legs as far as her panties around her knees would allow. The white panties stretched, but had too much material to rip.

“Told you she was good. Are you filming?” Rebecca asked the other girl. Her voice dripped with lust. I wanted to switch from this girl to my soulmate, but I didn’t dare leave before the girl’s orgasm. I licked, sucked, rubbed, and worked hard to get the girl off quick.

“Shit, sorry, yea,” the other girl muttered. I focused my tongue on the tiny hole and cunt lips. Rebecca held my head against the girl’s pussy, as my saliva had finally matted her pubic hair enough, and had spread her pussy lips enough, that I could lick flesh instead of hair. My nose pushed against her clit and my chin against her asshole. My head spun with her musk and her taste, as I brought my finger up to her asshole.

The girl screamed and banged the divider. Her legs pushed apart, strained against the panties, while my finger tip explored her tight asshole. I smelled shit and vowed to wash my finger immediately after.

“Oh, fuck, right there, don’t stop, oh, fuck, this is so amazing. Are you filming? Fuck, yes,” the black-haired girl shouted. Her hips pushed against me, her hands banged on the divider at her hips, and she strained against her panties at her knees. Someone giggled from the main bathroom. My finger had slipped to the first joint and wiggled inside her.

“Fuck, fuck, oh, fuck, no one’s done that,” she shouted, thrust her hips forward and backward. The metal twanged, and girls giggled in the washroom.

“Margot, lick her cunt, fuck her ass, I want you to swallow everything she gives you,” Rebecca said as sloshing sounds grew in volume from her fingers on her cunt. The other girl grunted, moaned, and said, “So sexy.”

I thrust my tongue in and out of her, while I wiggled my face up and down, and pushed my finger in and out. This didn’t feel sexy, but rather, cheap, like a job, a disgusting job. I only wanted to get this girl out of the way so I could return to my soulmate. I didn’t care about her, only Rebecca.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” the black-hair girl repeated, as her hips thrust forward and caused me to lose contact. Rebecca’s hand forced my head back into her as she said, “Babe, I love how you eat pussy.”

The black-haired girl shuddered, smashed her hands against the divider, and doubled over on top of me, which caused me to slip and fall to the floor. Rebecca still sat on the toilet, her legs wide, and her hand, that she hadn’t held my head, stroked her pussy. Her lips spread wide like a beautiful pink butterfly. The other girl had her phone pointed at us, her face beet-red, brown eyes wide, mouth wide open, and her hand against her crotch.

“Your turn,” Rebecca said to the other girl. The black-haired girl panted, hands on her knees, and her skirt fell to cover her long, green, sharp fingernails. “So, fucking good,” she mumbled, with eyes closed.

The bell rang, and the girl with the phone turned and bolted from the stall. The black-haired girl stood and tried to run, but her panties stopped her. She paused long enough to pull them up, then bolted from the stall.

Worse, Rebecca stood and walked out to grab her shorts. Her firm pale ass, with the blue thong between her cheeks, reflected the bathroom lights. My insides twisted with desire for her. I loved her so much. A couple of other girls stared at Rebecca, and one mumbled, “Slut.”

Rebecca picked up her shorts, slipped them on, and strutted to the girl. “You have something to say,” Rebecca asked. She had to look up at the tall, blonde girl, who wore a trendy skirt, shirt, and shoes. Her face had a smooth complexion, as if she spent hours in front of a mirror to create the perfect natural look. Her golden hair cascaded to mid-back. The other three girls around her wore similar clothes, which didn’t fit as well.