Wolf In Sheep's Clothing
8:17PM A Cool Huntington Beach California Evening
"Leave her the fuck alone Megan!"
"Leave her the fuck alone Megan!"
"Priscilla stop fucking defending Quasimodo, she's going to see just what happens when she fucks with other peoples' boyfriends!"
"She didn't do anything Megan! HE started talking to HER!"
Megan pushed Veronica down in the middle of the quad, dozens of curious eyes bearing witness to the event. Shouts of "Quasimodo go back to your bell tower!" Could be heard among the trickles of laughter.
"Oh look, are those spots of dirt on your face? Oh no? That's natural isn't it Quasimodo?" Megan said as she looked down at Veronica.
"I...I didn't do anything, I'm sorry Megan," Veronica said mortified with tears in her eyes.
"Have some milk, you ugly bitch," Megan grabbed a carton of milk and poured it all over Veronica, "Don't ever fucking talk to MY boyfriend again," Megan said as she walked away triumphantly.
The school staff intervened, herding the gathered students like cattle to their classes. Priscilla returned after everyone dispersed to see Veronica sitting outside the school office in her change of P.E. clothes with dried milk in parts of her short wavy black hair--the milk remnants giving off a sour pungent scent. Veronica was staring down at the cracks in the concrete floor.
"Vee...don't worry, you only have two more years at this school," Priscilla said quietly.
Veronica looked up at Priscilla, speechless, with tears in her dull green eyes.
"Vee, are you okay honey?"
