“I’m only going to explain these things once, new girl, so pay strict attention ‘cuz I’m a busy girl!”
Tracy Tran sighed as she looked at her half of the locker - yeah this hick school didn’t even give its students full lockers but they had to share with a partner - and tried to keep her usual perkier self floating among this sea of negative thoughts.
Though she had to admit, it was so much easier to be her overexcited self back in Cali. She had the best friends there with the sun almost always shining on a nearby beach to lift her spirits even higher. Sure, sometimes she got a little too hyper and broke her arm during cheerleader practice - her wrist still ached, thank you - but it was pains of love made life worth living, right?
But then her dad had to freaking leave town, getting himself in trouble with the mafia or something, and she guessed when the police asked him where he wanted to go for witness protection, well, he must have said he wanted to go real deep.
So that’s why she was being shown around her new high school in Fillerton of all places, and forcing a smile on her face in order to get herself on the right foot.
Well, looking on the bright side, at least this hick town didn’t have metal detectors at entrance of the school, as that had always been a bummer!
“So you can see here.” Yumiko Tanaka showed off the interior of this locker like it was a prize-room showcase, but the simple fact was that this snooty girl could keep it clean and tidy all she wanted, but it still looked like all these lockers were made from the junior shop-classes. “You can have the top shelf and hang your things here on the left, not the right, and if you put any shoes in here, they simply must be spotless okay?”
Tracy threw her heavy backpack on the top shelf, the thing almost being out of reach so she wasn’t sure how she was going to organize her books properly, and shrugged. “Got it.” She forced her thumb up and threw out that Tracy charm with a big dumb smile despite the energy this girl gave off. Yet Yumiko hardly seemed entertained. “So, Yumi…” Tracy continued. “You think they put us together because…” She waved a hand over her face and pinched her skin before shrugging. “Asian?” Shock upon shock, the diversity in this flyover state wasn’t exactly a fruit salad compared to Cali.
“Uh, no.” She coldly shut down. “You’re only here because I’m the only one with a free locker in the 12th grade. For some reason, my partner has requested to transfer somewhere, so as the new girl, you’re with me.”
“Lucky for me, Yumi.” Tracy slyly said, flipping through a thick text named ‘Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison’ that laid on her tall pile of books before Yumiko slapped her hand away.
“First, it’s Yumiko, and I kindly ask you not to be overly familiar with me until we’ve established a closer rapport.” She cleared her throat. “And I’ll repeat in saying that I only say things once, so-”
”But you just repeated that!” Tracy giggled with a wink, but Yumiko’s stone face wouldn’t move so she tried to change the subject. “Uh, so what’s the social system like around here?”
Yumiko sighed a bit. “Super complicated question I don’t have time for, but I’ll use my time I was going to use to tour you to explain what I think is more to your priorities.” She looked around like a mole surveying the field before pointing over her right shoulder. “Perfect timing, you see over my shoulder there? Those are the cheerleaders and you can tell by their walk that they think they run the place.”
Tracy took a mere glance and quickly saw that some things never changed no matter the school.
From Yumiko, it was clear that all the stereotypes were here. The large breasted and leggy gal in the middle with golden bouncing locks was the cheer-captain, some spoiled princess called London Lathrop - apparently her dad being some big deal in this little pond. To her left was a much more sinister looking brunette, with sharp eyes and an Aquiline nose with her arms crossed in her letterman jacket; her name was Darcy Tatum and apparently that was one bitch you never wanted to cross as Yumiko hissed how she had half the school wrapped around her pinkie in one way or another. On the right, strutting a photoshop perfect tanned figure in real life was some girl named Amy-Lindsey, and she was the other new girl before Tracy came here, but her general sweetness and good looks shot her to the top of the social ladder in no time with a spot on the squad.
She actually shivered as they passed, the temperature seemingly dropping along side the melody of perfume assaulting their senses.
But Tracy noticed something that they all certainly shared in common with most everyone in the school, including Yumiko.
“Uh, so why is everyone wearing rings?” Tracy pointed to Yumiko’s hand the second the stench of bubble-gum, vanilla and lychee had disipated. “Like, it’s pretty much everyone here ‘cept the teachers. Those aren’t…” She sucked her lower lip, knowing full well the answer already. “…Like ‘no-fun’ chastity rings, right?”
”They’re promise rings.” Yumiko put the silver ring a little too close to her face, the cursive written upon it running its length but it almost being illegible to what it actually read. “But yeah, you don’t have to wear one if you don’t want, as the school can’t force you to… but, there are implications with not wearing one, you know?”
Tracy already knew this game, but she asked the obvious anyways. “Implications?”
A little eye roll came from her. “With so many rings, the girls who don’t wear one kind of stand out, meaning you can get some…” She pointed to the shortish, tanned-skin boy peering at them from afar. “Unwanted attention, you know?”
“So you don’t wear it, and guys think you’re a slut until you refuse them and then you become a cold-blooded bitch.” Tracy really hated how things weren’t changing from her old school. “But c’mon… There must be some girls dumb or brave enough to put them off?”
“Yeah…” She pointed over the other shoulder and smirked. “But I’m guessing you’re not their type…”
She caught the point quickly, seeing the gaggle - or bunch - of emos/goths hanging out in the corner by a garbage can. As she stated, there were no rings on their fingers on neither of them, but with names like ‘Lenora’, ‘Willow’, ‘Velma’ and ‘Cherri’, she had to begrudgingly agree with princess know-it-all here that they had divergent interests to say the least. Furthermore, by the sound of that green-haired Lenora’s bratty laugh, she couldn’t imagine them being a very popular either.
Tracy turned back around to see Yumiko’s smug look and she decided to push back with her own little bit of rebellion. “But what if… you know…” She stuck her tongue out. “I’m not a virgin.”
She really wasn’t. As a cheerleader back at her previous school, she did get quite the invitations to various sport teams’ house parties. Heck, how else would she know the best way to give a handjob in a cast? More like a wristjob if she could be honest.
“Not a problem.” Yumiko irritatingly pleased face didn’t even react. “You’d just be like half the girls in school here.” She pointed a few lockers down, to a group of four girls talking. “The gag-inducing girl with dye hair is like the most obnoxious Christian believer there is, but her tall blonde and friend with the short dark hair? Total sluts…”
”Huh…” Tracy was a bit surprised that the gal who looked almost boy-like with her figure and fashion could be a slut, but then again, most just looked at her and just thought ‘boring Asian bookworm’, so who knew. She shrugged. “Aight, and what about you, Yumiiiiiko? Got any stories?”
Finally a reaction from this Miss Perfect, as her olive skin blushed as she curled that neat dark hair. “Well…”
Suddenly though, before that satisfying answer, a scrapey voice rattled through the speakers.
“Students. This is an announcement stating the required attendance of all students to an urgent meeting happening in the multipurpose room right now. Repeat, attendance is mandatory and students not in attendance will be punished severely. Again, multipurpose room for a meeting, now.”
There was an offputting click and Tracy tilted her head, popping in stick of gum from her purse. “So… Is that normal?”
”Great!” Yumiko threw up her hands and gave a most depressed of grumbles. “I spend 4 minutes giving the new girl introduction and now this freaking assembly is going to make me more behind my schedule! You know how many after-school activities I have and…” She growled into her hand before forcing a smile. “Sorry. We’re going to have a great year this year, okay? Just..” She pointed to the locker. “Keep this clean and we’re just going to be fiiiiine.” She started to walk backwards. “Close the locker okay?”
”W-Where’s the ‘multipurpose’ room?” What a dumb sounding place!
“It’s the stage-slash-cafeteria!” She cried back with a dismissive wave. “You can’t miss it! Toodles!”
“Toodles…” Tracy sarcastically mimicked back before rolling her eyes and looking back to the locker. Not the best start she was forced to admit, and she had a moment of weakness when she pulled that gum from her mouth and stuck it into that thick ‘Discipline-book’ at a random page.
She sighed out. This being ‘new’-thing was kind of making her stressed and the talk of abstinence was winding her up to want a good fuck all the more! She bit her lower lip and her eye twitched remembering the last dick she had and how freaking big it felt inside her that she thought she was going to be split in two while she orgasmed. While she certainly didn’t want her first impression at school to be one of being a skank, but she was so frustrated at the moment, it didn’t seem so bad now.
A dirty whore? No.. She’d become a revolutionary slut!
So she slammed the door shut and went off to this meeting, kind of hoping she’d bump into some big strong guy that can help her find the way…
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