Clover waddled over to the door, her mind focused on more important things, like hamburgers, chocolate and ice cream. She couldn’t be bothered to remember Alex and Sam’s instructions not to open the door. Swinging the door open, Clover’s bored expression shifted to horror at the sight of the last person she wanted to meet when she was in a bad mood. Forget all the world dominating obsessed weirdos the spies fought, only one person in the world could instill such horror just by being in the room. Only one person could make Clover feel like finding a rock to hide under and never come out. Only one person could be called the bitchest teen in all of Beverly Hills.

“I got your homework. Our teacher sent me to deliver it to you. She thinks we’re friends or something,” Mandy jadedly said quickly, shoving some papers towards Clover. The snotty nose girl didn’t bother looking at Clover, too self absorbed to even give the other girl a single look. Clover grabbed the papers, quickly going to shut the door before she had to listen to more of Mandy’s nasal voice, but was too slow. Mandy turned her eyes to Clover, wanting to get one good jab in about what she was wearing before she left, but instead, she got much better ammunition.

“What In Paris Hilton name?!” Mandy gaped, a piece of gum falling from her gaping mouth as she took in the hundred pound heavier teenage girl. The look of shock quickly morphed into smug excitement and Mandy utter three words Clover had been dreading her whole life. “You’re totally fat!”

“No I’m not!” Clover protested, her voice wavering as she denied the claim. It was only water weight, not fat, Mandy couldn’t say that. She was wring, totally wrong. Denies raced through Clover’s mind, but Mandy saw the uncertainty on her face. Clover took two steps back and Mandy moved into the house, closing the door with a slam behind her. Grinning savagely, the predator smelled blood and was ready to strike. Time for the social predator to kill.

“Yes you are!” Mandy said in a singsong voice, jabbing her finger into Clover’s round belly. “You’re such a fatass now, no guy is going to date you, no dress is going to fit you, no one is going to even like you. You’re a blimp, a hippo, a heifer, a wide load, a dough girl. You had no fashion sense or style before, but with the all that lard jiggling on all over, you got nothing.”

“N-nno,” Clover stuttered, tears starting to form in her eyes. Clover didn’t want to believe it, she wanted to tell Mandy she was wrong, but she looked down and knew Mandy was right. She couldn’t see her feet anymore, her wonderful goochie boots would never see sun light with her belly drooping over them. Feeling more and more upset, Clover’s belly gave a growl. The more flustered she got, the hungrier she felt. All she wanted to do was run to the kitchen and start eating, but Mandy was till badgering her.

“Like, your so fat you need two seats on the bus. You’re so fat that if you ever pay a guy enough to sleep with you his ears will pop when hew gets on top of you. You’re so fat, you need blinkers when you back up. You’re so fat, buffets go out of business after you eat there. You’re so fat, you have your own gravitational field. You’re so fat…” Mandy was on a roll. She sucked at school and anything that involved deep thinking, but she was the queen of insults. She had memorized a list of over a hundred fat jokes for when she ever sees anyone over a hundred pounds. She was going to use every last one of them on Clover.

Suddenly, Clover grabbed Mandy by the front of her shirt, lifting her easily up into the air. Mandy gave a tiny yelp and for the first time, started feeling frighten. Not for her own wellbeing, but her shirt. If this fatty stretched out her shirt from Tiffanies, she was going to be, like, so mad. Clover brought the oblivious girl closer. Her nostrils flaring as she looked the prissy girl over. Something over came Clover and without thinking she….