Chapter 7
Immediately the girls surrounded Kimiko and began offering their support, although Lizzie Munsch had her own idea of support. “Speaking of overactive hormones, how big are those sweater puppies of yours now, Kimiko?” she said.
“OMG you are so nasty,” one girl said.
But Lizzie was undeterred as she pressed close to the small Japanese-American girl. “It's like I always say,” she chuckled. “You can't spell 'Kimiko' without a pair K's. A pair of big, juicy mouthwatering K's. Hell, maybe even KK's. It seems like they bigger every time I see you.”
“Cut it out, Lizzie,” Kimiko said, blushing and turning away shyly.
"Don't be such a creep, Lizzie,” another girl said. “She has a medical condition called macromastia that makes her boobies super huge.”
“And I have a medical condition called nymphomania that makes we want to suck on some super huge boobies,” Lizzie replied as the girls sighed in exasperation and rolled their eyes.
Then, the crowd parted, and the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life stepped forward. She had red hair the color of fire, green eyes like emeralds, lips like a cupid's bow and facial features so perfectly proportioned she was cartoonishy pretty. She was nearly six feet tall with a lean build like a fitness influencer, but with the tits and ass of a porn star, and she moved with the grace of a dancer as she walked toward Kimiko. Even in simple running shorts and a plain t-shirt she was stunningly beautiful, and the other girls watched her with the same awe that I did. “Thank you so much for speaking up, Kimiko,” she said, smiling gently as she took the smaller girl's hands. “We girls have to stand together, even though society tries to silence us.”
Normally I would call a girl on that kind of feminist bullshit, but this chick was so gorgeous that all I could do was stare. I looked her up and down from head to toe, looking for a flaw, but every inch of her was perfect. Even her ankles were sexy. “Who the fuck is that?” I asked aloud, absentmindedly.
“That's Megan Masters,” Becky said. “She's the head cheerleader, the Senior Class President and the most popular girl in school. She's also a straight-A student and really good at sports, and she's super nice to everyone. And you need to stop staring at her.”
“I don't think I can,” I said.
“I know,” Becky sighed. “Neither can I. How do you think she gets her hair so thick and shiny?”
Then, all of a sudden, Megan Masters was gliding toward Becky and I exuding a serene confidence was downright intimidating. “Becky I loved the earrings you wore today,” she said. “They were perfect for the shape of your face and they really set off your eyes. Is this your boyfriend?”
“Thanks!” Becky said. “And yeah, this is Chad. We met last year. He just transferred to FHS.”
“Hi Chad, I'm Megan,” she said, extending her hand. “How do you like it here so far?
I shook her hand, and I swear I got half-erect just touching her. “Hey,” I said, trying to act cool. “It's okay. The school is really nice. That Lizzie girl is a real bitch, though.”
Megan smiled and laughed easily. “She is,” she said. “And actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I've known Lizzie a long time, and I know how nasty she can be to people that she doesn't like. But don't put too much blame on her. There's a very unique dynamic at work here in the weight room. A couple of years ago, there were some unpleasant incidents here, and everyone at FHS came together and decided that we would all be better off if the guys used the old weight room. I'm sure no one explained that to you, and I'm sure it sounds crazy, but you've seen how ugly things get when the dynamic is upset.”
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This bitch was trying to blame me for all the fucked up things that had happened, even though I was the victim. That was the problem with super hot girls, no one ever called them on their bullshit. So I decided to change that. “You're full of shit,” I said.
Becky's eyes popped open in shock like I had just smacked the Pope or something, but Megan didn't even blink. “Exactly what do you mean by that?” she asked calmly. “Can you be more clear?”
“I didn't do anything wrong and you know it,” I said. “You just won't admit it because of some feminist bullshit. Everything that happened in here tonight was Lizzie Munsch's fault.”
“I don't think that's true, Chad,” Megan said calmly. “Did Lizzie make you tell Azita that her legs were disgusting? Did she force you to make racially inappropriate comments to Kimiko?”
I didn't have an answer to those questions, and that made me angry. “Whatever, bitch,” I grumbled. “I'm going to use this gym whether you like it or not.”
Megan frowned. “I'm sorry to hear that Chad,” she said. “But please try to behave yourself, for your own sake as well as ours.”
“Whatever bitch,” I said again as she walked away, her perfect round ass wiggling.
“Chad, that was Megan Masters!” Becky hissed. “You can't talk to her like that!”
“I can talk to whoever I want, however I want,” I scoffed. “This is a gym, and I'm a gym bully.”
All of a sudden I was surrounded by a circle of girls, all of them scowling at me, and front and center was Lizzie Munsch. “So you really want to work out in here?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do,” I said. “And you know what, there's nothing you can do to make me leave.”
“Oh there are so many things I could do to make you leave,” Lizzie snorted. “Unfortunately for me, we have to let you stay. As long as you take The Challenge.”