Meghan walked quickly down the hall. Her last class was over, and she wanted to get home and get ready for her date tonight. Rob Hunter had asked her out, and he was one dynamite, cool, sexy guy.

She reached her locker and shoved her books inside. She had no intention of studying tonight. She slammed the locker and hurried down the hall to the west stairwell, then trotted down the stairs.

It wasn’t like she didn’t have plenty of dates, of course. Meghan was one of the more popular girls in high school, at least among the guys. That might have had something to do with her long, silky brown hair, her pretty rounded face, or her high, firm, full breasts, but she preferred to think it was her personality.

Well, okay, she admitted to herself. The guys all wanted to get her hands into her thirty-eight D cups and fondle her melons, but she was sure they also had a good deal of interest in her as a person.

Anyway, she was sure Rob did. He had been wasting his time with that slag Kelly Moore, and had obviously realized there was more to life than cheap bimbos in tight pants and bad dye jobs. Now he was looking to step up in the world.

He was a little dangerous, but that only made him seem more sexy to her. She was sure she could handle whatever he did. They weren’t going anywhere but to a movie anyway.

She was already running through her mind what she should wear, even though she’d decided, and decided again several times already. She looked good in almost anything, but wanted to look special.

She was wearing jeans and a bright red shirt just then, but still looked fabulous, her brown hair spilling over the shoulders and her firm breasts pressing the fabric out tautly.

She pushed through the doors and outside, emerging in back of the school right near the gym. All she had to do was cut across the yard and out through the fence, and her house was two blocks down.

“Hey, bitch!”

Oh shit, she thought, her heart sinking as Kelly Moore stepped out in front of her.

“Get lost,” she frowned.

“I ain’t getting lost, bitch. I wanna talk to you!”

She jabbed her finger against Meghan’s chest and Meghan slapped her hand away.

There were suddenly half a dozen girls around her, and none looked very friendly. Meghan swallowed anxiously, her head turning from side to side.

“I’m in a hurry,” she said.

“Why?” one of them demanded.

“You in a hurry to meet with my boyfriend?!” Kelly demanded.

“He’s not your boyfriend. He broke up with you,” Meghan protested.

“He’s my fucking boyfriend until I say different, bitch!”

“You don’t own him!”

“He’s my boyfriend, bitch, an’ you better lay off!” Kelly growled, grabbing the front of Meghan’s shirt and jerking her up onto her toes.

“Let go of me!” Meghan demanded, shoving at her.

She broke free, and looked down to make sure her shirt hadn’t been torn.

“I mean it, bitch,” Kelly growled.

“If he was your boyfriend he wouldn’t have asked me out! Now would he!” Meghan sneered.

“You wave your big tits around in his face any guy’s gonna try and grab some,” one of the other girls glared.

“I don’t wave anything!” Meghan exclaimed.

“Yeah, fat fucking chance!” another girl said, shoving her from behind.

“Lay off!” Meghan cried, shoving at another of the girls.

“Fucking whore! Think you can go around and steal girls’ boyfriends just because of your fat tits!?”

“I don’t!”

Another girl shoved her from behind and she stumbled into another who shoved her back again.

“Lay off!” she shouted again.

She slapped at one of the girls, and another grabbed her hair from behind and yanked it painfully, almost pulling her off her feet. She screamed and whipped her arm around, knocking the girl’s hand loose.

Meghan whirled around in fear. She could see that nobody was going to intervene, especially since several of the girls’ boyfriends were standing nearby smirking. She tried to push her way through them but another hand reached out and grabbed her long hair, yanking back so hard she almost fell.

In anger and fear she attacked Kelly, clawing at her face. They twisted together, pulling at each other’s hair until someone tripped her. Meghan fell, but quickly scrambled back up. Just as she did Kelly’s fist lashed out and caught her under the chin.

She staggered back, more shocked than anything else. She’d never been punched before, except half-heartedly in the arm or something. Then a black girl came up behind her and slammed a text book down across the top of her head.

Again she staggered, crying out in pain as the other girls laughed at her. Kelly slammed her fist into her right breast, and Meghan cried out again, swinging at her. Then someone kicked her in the back of the leg behind the knee.

She fell, crying out in pain as her elbows smacked into the hard pavement. Someone grabbed her hair and she screamed as she was dragged backwards along the pavement, rolling onto her stomach as she clawed at their hands.

They let go, cursing, and she scrambled to her feet again. Someone came at her, a girl with spiky hair, and she clawed at her. Someone grabbed Meghan’s collar, yanking her back hard, and ripping her shirt halfway down the back.

She spun into another girl, who grabbed her and turned her around. Then another girl helped the first as they pulled her arms behind her. Kelly came up and slapped her face hard, then punched her, rocking her head back.

Kelly drew her arm back and slammed her fist into Meghan’s belly, and Meghan gasped and choked in pain. She kicked at the blonde, shoving her back, and twisted against the two girls holding her. One jerked her hair back hard, and the other grabbed her shirt, ripping it still further.

Someone kicked her in the crotch then and she gasped in nausea and pain, tearing free of the girls holding her only to fall to the ground. One of the girls still had a piece of her shirt, and ripped it free.