This choice: Alice and Sam hang out with some of Sam's punk rock friends... • Go Back...Chapter #34Meeting the outlaws by: Unknown While Sam and Alice spent all their time together in their shared dorm room together, plus sitting next to each other during lessons and walking to and from the cafeteria together (something done quite frequently); they did spend some time apart, time spent with their friends…friends Alice was growing quite curious about.
“I just…I dunno if you would get along with them” Sam explained again from her lounging position on the couch.
“But if they are just like you then why wouldn’t I?” Alice half-argued back; “Are you worried that they will think less of you because you are dating me?”
“No, they already know we are together” Sam hurriedly answered back.
“Then what’s the problem?”
Sam sighed. She couldn’t get out of this, trapped by her loving doting blonde girlfriend into introducing her to her friends. Before they had coupled up, Sam had spent her time between going to classes and her dorm room with the more…rough students of Buttercombe Academy. They were not nasty or spiteful like The Brat Pack; more just in trouble with the teachers and faculty staff, a LOT (ok it was mostly Violet who did the most *damage*). But they were all people Sam could identify and get along with, and she really did not want to lose face and show she had gone soft in front of them.
“I can make myself look more like a punk if it will help? You know; black lipstick, ripped jeans…” Alice added with a wry smile.
“What?! Oh no! No no no! Don’t you fucking think about it!” Sam snapped, pointing a chubby finger at Alice, who was rolling herself from the balls of her feet to their tips still with that cheeky grin. “Fine…” Sam relented, “I will organize something tomorrow…just please…be cool.”
“When am I not?” Alice innocently replied, leaning down and pecking Sam on the cheek before heading to her bedroom for the night. Sam slapped her palm to her face…this was gonna be bad, she could feel it already.
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Tomorrow was a Saturday, which meant casual clothes. Alice had donned a simple long dress and plain shoes; while Sam was in old sneakers, greyed top and jeans (She liked her style, refusing to let Alice throw them out for something less tattered). Hell they weren’t even fitting that well either. The jeans creaked as Sam walked, and her belly was totally on display, no amount of tugging would get the fraying material to even remotely cover it. Hell even the arms were cutting into her circulation a bit.
The meeting point Sam had chosen was just outside the buildings walls, tucked away by the side of the main stairs leading up to the entrance. Sam was nervously clenching her hands in her jean pockets as they made their way there.
“It will be fine” Sam told herself over and over...oh god Alice was wearing bright pink lipstick…she was doomed.
Pushing aside one of the massive entrance doors to Buttercombe, Alice quickly looped her hand around Sam’s wrist and with a flick forced the punk’s hand out of her pocket and held it tightly. Sam looked up, Alice was giving her warmest smile, that made her feel better…just a tad. As the pair held hands down the steps, a voice called out of the misty morning gloom.
“Hey Sam! It’s cold as balls out here! Why’d you pick this dumb place anyway?!”
Turning around the bottom of the stairs, the pair came face to face with Sam’s usual hangout buddies.
Standing together (possibly for warmth on this cold November morning) were four girls, each bearing the same or similar style to Sam’s own punk look.
On the right was an Asian girl wearing a white tank top and a denim jacket. Her dark-red pants were ripped and shredded and was wearing white sneakers. Her figure was rather unusual; she had a rather lithe build, with very toned arms and absolutely no chest to speak of. Her dark-red makeup was pretty much the only feminine thing about her.
Next to her was a girl with very dark brown hair, the one who had called out at Sam’s arrival. She had a pair of snakebite piercings on her bottom lip and was dressed as thuggishly as the last girl. She seemed rather boney-figured with a little bit of a pot-belly peeking out of her top. Dark purple eyeliner, lipstick and nails seemed to give her a running color-scheme.
The next girl was a bit of a stark change. She was the second tallest of the bunch, with long blonde hair on the left side of her face and sliding over her shoulder; meanwhile the right side of her head and been shaved so just a thin covering of blonde fuzz kept her from being totally bald on that side. She wore a very wide sleeved top with a black tank underneath, a ripped denim skirt and large combat-esque boots. Black makeup seemed to be her preference, contrasting strongly with her light skin and fair hair. She was also extremely fat, like monstrously so. Sam had been complaining about her weight to no end, but this girl was on another level. Her stomach was so large not only were both her tops incapable of covering it, but her fly had been left undone to let the massive sack of flesh “breathe”. Thick pillar-like legs held up her great weight, while massive breasts and pillow-like arms weighed her top-half down. Her face was oddly rather free of fat, save for a thick second chin.
Finally on the left was a tall lanky girl with exceptionally pale skin. Her black hair draped all the way down her back to her waist with a single bright pink bang covering her left eye. She was wearing a black corset with large metal ringlets on it, a short frilly black skirt, black leather pants with metal ringlets running up the front and a black top that exposed her shoulders and went all the way to her wrists where it ringed two of her fingers. Her talon-like nails were painted night-black, along with her lips and matching eye-shadow.
“Hey guys…where’s Vi?” Sam asked, not wanting to mention the elephant in the room just yet.
“Underwood’s office again, I think Polluck is with her this time” the Gothic girl replied; Sam eye-rolled at this.
“What did she smash this time?” Sam sighed.
“Who” the Asian girl corrected, to which Sam snickered a bit.
“So, are you going to introduce us?” the fat girl asked, putting her hands on her love-handle covered hips.
“Oh um; Alice this is Cerys, Ember, Paul and Yumi…guys this is Alice…my…girlfriend” Sam stuttered a little with that, not like herself at all.
“Hi!” Alice greeted with a big smile, “So are you my Sammy’s friends?” she asked giving her precious punks hand a tight squeeze.
Sammy!? Oh god…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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