Battlefront

With **** grips locked into each other's hair, Yelena and Caterina performed an awkward dance that delighted the men around them. With their tight asses jutted out, the two partially bent over hated rivals volleyed insults back and forth. Around them, Kaitlin and Molly looked for an opening to help Cat, while Violet Fitch and Honey Yarwood did the same for Yelena.

"Blow another teacher for a passing grade again, bitch? Don't think I didn't hear the talk floating around about why we needed a new baseball coach," Yelena accused.

"Did she really do that?" Molly whispered to Kaitlin, who merely shrugged awkwardly.

"I guess you know all about floating in the air, don't you, slut? You just accidentally fell into bed with Dusty Slater's dad at his pool party last summer. And who wouldn't forget the crash landing after Blossom Jinkerson's aunt found you in bed with her husband? Just how many old ass men have you--OWW! What the fuck, bitch?" Cat turned to shout at the newest arrival.

Violet and Honey gave startled jumps from where they had been whispering about Yelena's preference for taken men.

"Let go of her hair," Cristina Barber commanded, digging her long nails into Caterina's arm.

The feisty, petite blonde, a twenty-year-old former Sugarbee captain, loved feuding with cheerleaders. It probably formed at a young age upon hearing war stories about the squads from her best friend, Izzy Fazzini's family. But, above all, Cristina believed in loyalty, which led her to despise any daughters of Sugarbees who flipped to the other side.

"Let go of my arm!" Cat screamed, attempting to headbutt the older girl but missing.

"No, it's about time turncoats like you finally got what they deserve. You and your little sidekick. Both of you are turncoats," Cristina declared, pointing at Cat and Yumi.

The latter girl looked over in confusion at the label. Then, she glanced down at her outfit with a consternated face.

"Um, I don't have a coat on."

"She means that you're a traitor," Elin Helsing explained. Immediately, the leggy blonde found herself shoved back several feet.

"Don't call her that," Yanet Fuentes ordered.

"That's what she is. You are a traitor," Elin proclaimed, leaning to get around Yanet.

"I'm a...tr-traitor?! W-What did I do?" Yumi questioned, her voice already shaking.

"Damn right you are!" Cristina yelled while stomping on Caterina's foot.

"I'm gonna kill ya!" Kaitlin shrieked, yanking Cristina away from Cat.

"No, you're not. Don't call her that," Violet reassured the crying girl. Then, rushing over to where Yumi had started to tear up, she ignored Kaitlin, knocking herself and Cristina down.

"Vi, what the fuck are you doing?" Cristina screamed in shock at her successor, looking up from the ballroom floor.

Nearby, Elin shook her head in disgust.

"Cat is a traitor. Yumi isn't built like us, and you don't understand what she dealt with before moving back," Violet explained. Her favorite aunt and Yumi's mother had been close friends while on the dance squad in high school. So she'd known the younger girl for most of her life. "The cheer squad out in Fountain Beach was the best decision for her."

"The dancers were SO mean," Yumi whimpered. Her eyes flickered behind Elin to her visiting cousin, Malin. One of those mean dancers in Fountain Beach, the sweet girl had expected the older girl to like her because of their connection to Honey Hollow. Instead, Yumi's expectations had ended up shattered.

"Who cares about the Fountain Beach dance squad halfway across the country?" an authoritative voice stated. "She turned her back on the Sugarbees. That means she's not worth our time."

A highly respected, if not legendary, dance captain, Helen Krogh had run a tight ship. The twenty-three-year-old held no patience for embarrassing moments such as this when she had been in charge as the last two-term captain. The younger dancers figured that with her arrival, the fun had ended. Helen's frown carried a lot of weight.

Nobody noticed, which would later infuriate her, but a young woman watched the events unfold, deciding whether and how to join in for maximum attention. For Indigo Toye, every decision had to be based on its impact on her brand. The former Sugarbee didn't mind getting involved in a catfight. Still, it needed to be done in a way to generate publicity beyond her rinky-dink hometown's Nosy Nectar. Indigo had a reality show that needed to be greenlighted, and she contemplated whether this was her moment or to wait for another one later tonight.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Several onlookers groaned while others nodded in approval, assuming that a teacher arriving would put an end to this front of the battle. However, Tuesday Brass, French teacher and assistant cheer coach, was still only a semester into her career. That meant she still hadn't distanced herself from thinking of herself as one of the girls.

"Get away from her," the red-haired twenty-three-year-old commanded, shoving Elin away from one of her charges.

"Hey!" Malin yelled, rushing forward. Only she met Helen's arm.

"This doesn't concern you," the brunette informed the outsider. Molly gave Malin a rough hand in backing away from Honey Hollow business. "What are you doing, Tuesday?"

"Me? It's always the dancers that start shit."

"You know that's not true, and I believe a Stratton attacked a Zuccaro to ignite this mess," Helen pointed out. Although they had gotten along better than most rival captains, there had always been an underlying tension between Tuesday and Helen. That came from the unanswered question over who might have won and ruled the school during their time.

"Don't act all high and mighty, Krogh. Your sugary girls were ganging up on a sweet girl, and I won't stand for it," Tuesday declared. Moving into Helen's personal space, the cherry-haired teacher annoyed her counterpart.

"So, finally stepping up, are you?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stand down, stand down!" a dark-skinned young woman ordered, rushing to get between the two.

The same age as the two potential fist-throwers, Simone Savoy had ties to both. A member of the Sugarbees when Helen ran the show, Simone now worked as the school secretary and assistant dance coach. Both jobs she owed to Tuesday's mom, Topaz, the longtime head cheer coach.

The same Topez who hurried over as fast as she could in her daring dress.

"You will stop this nonsense right now! This is not the time nor the place for this...crap," Topaz said in a low, seething voice. Always one to avoid cursing if possible, the strawberry-haired English teacher didn't get the response that she expected. "Do you fucking get that?"

"Yes, Mrs. Brass!" Yumi, the one girl not causing trouble, responded first.

"Yes, Coach Brass," Yelena and Kaitlin replied eventually. The former let go of Yelena's hair while the latter climbed off of Cristina.

"You all know Finn Singer. Some of you were lucky enough to have his mom as your teacher. For those who didn't, most of your parents knew Cassandra. Think about what your behavior has done to this event and what it represents to the Bank and Singer families. With that in mind, there will be repercussions," Topaz warned.

"And Miss Zee will deal with you when she arrives," Simone Savoy said with a foreboding tone to the dancers.

"Whatever. Wanda isn't our coach anymore," Cristina replied with attitude.

"She is for some of you," Simone emphasized, glaring at Yelena. "And for you others, I thought I heard a bunch of crap about loyalty and traitors. Well, once your coach, always your coach. Any punishments Wanda lays out will be enforced by all Sugarbees. And if you refuse, then you're banned from all alumni events."

Topaz made eye contact with Simone and nodded. Despite the animosity between the squads, the longtime cheer coach had been asked years ago to find and mentor new dance coaches by former Sugarbees. Several debacles had led to such a humbling appeal, and Wanda had worked out beautifully so far. And Topaz had a good feeling about Simone so far.

"Tits!"

The accidental sucker punch sent Sean to the floor with a thud. While never losing consciousness, the blow still left the teen in a daze. Lying face-first, Sean wondered if today might not be one long, ****-induced dream. So far, he'd woken up by showing off his erection to his older sister and discovered that he'd not only had sex with a mystery girl last night but also received a blowjob from Aunt Gabby. Throw in a steamy shower scene with Whitney FREAKING Diamond to go along with a blowjob from Skye, and Sean seriously evaluated how this could all be real. Oh, gawd! I hope everything from jumping into the lake hasn't been a coma dream.

"Oof!" Sean sounded as a body fell on top of him.

"Sean!" Lacey shrieked before giving a hard nudge with her foot to the person who fell onto him. "Dammit, what are you doing?"

"I got pushed!" Cadence screamed up at her older cousin.

For once in her life, Whitney stood speechless. With a hand covering her mouth, she couldn't believe that she'd just punched Sean in the face. Honestly, it was one of her best punches ever thrown, but the guilt she felt paralyzed her body for now.

"How could you do that?" Aurora screamed at Bianca and the second Sugarbee, whose appearance and words led to the accidental sucker punch.

"We didn't do anything. Diamond hit him, and the wannabe Stratton tripped over her own two feet," Isabella, "Izzy" Fazzini replied. A member of the bitter family feud, her grandmother and Bianca's grandma were sisters. And the twenty-year-old former Sugarbee co-captain seemed to always have a chip on her shoulder for not having a same-aged rival like Bianca and Teresa got. At the moment, Delilah held her back from starting more trouble.

"Geez, would someone get her off and help Sean up?" Bianca questioned, appearing to be the one person actively trying to help the injured hero.

"Don't you touch him!" Lacey screamed, snapping out of her shock as Bianca knelt down. "We'll handle it."

"Sure. Just like how your friend delivered a KO blow, and your cousin has taken up wrestling. You people are the worst. Hey, you okay?" Bianca said the last part to Sean after shoving Cadence off of him.

Nearby, Beyza stood watching her ex-boyfriend with conflicting emotions. One part of her hated Sean for being a thoughtless boyfriend who chose another girl over her. The other part remembered Sean as a good friend and a sweet boyfriend during the good times. The inner conflict and her inability to express her feelings boiled over into a rage.

Looking around for an outlet for anger, Bezya found it only a few feet away. The one person not concerned about Sean's well-being, Austin, laughed his ass off at the latest development. That's until a sudden pain in his knee caused him to crumple to the floor as well.

"What the hell?" Rory questioned, seeing her brother on the floor.

"He...he deserved it!" Beyza spat. Glaring, she dared Weston, or any other football player, to say anything about her kick. Nobody took the bait, allowing Beyza to storm off.

"Tits!"

Unfortunately for Austin, any chance at seeing Lana's mythical mounds or Teresa's perky diamond cutters had vanished from his vantage point. Hearing people shouting, the quarterback attempted to stand up but fell back to his knees.

"They both lost their tops?"

"Can anyone see?"

"No, they're too close together."

"Holy shit! Their tits are pushed together!"

"Somebody push them apart!"

Flopping over onto his back, Sean stared at the ceiling. He could make out Bianca kneeling beside him while Lacey hovered above. However, both girls' attention had turned to their older sisters. This has to be a dream, Sean thought as he heard talk of Lana and Teresa going topless.

"We're never going to live this one down," Lacey thought aloud with concern.

"Tell me about it," Bianca muttered.

"I hope--oh, crap! My mom is headed this way!" Lacey announced in mortification.

"Ta-da!"

"Way to go--oh, no!" Poppy's celebratory feeling vanished as her eyes shifted from the tangerine top to the teal one. Her pair of brown orbs swung over, expecting to find four orbs of a different kind out for the world to see.

To the disappointment of many, Lana's ample mammaries and Teresa's perky pointers were mashed together. Although a sizable majority found that vision more than enough to get their engines revving. So focused on their slanging of insults, neither coed had noticed their missing tops yet. That wouldn't last long.

Already halfway toward Sean's location, Peyton heard the commotion and attention shifting to behind her. Turning herself, the blonde wondered if this week could get any worse as she saw Steph dancing in a circle while holding the tops of two dresses.

"Stephanie! What are you doing?"

"I stole Teresa's top," Steph responded to Peyton's question in a sing-song voice. Then, holding up the top, the black-haired airhead's head rocked back before leaning in to peer at the teal top. "Whoops! I stole Lana's top too!"

Already in the process of glancing down at Steph's initial words, Lana stepped back upon realizing that she also only had half of her dress still on. Then, her head shot back up as she met Teresa's similarly shocked face. The next several seconds seemed to last forever for people with the perfect view. Some scrambled to pull out their phones. Others cursed the various reasons they didn't have their phones or that the batteries had died. Finally, a lucky few jostled to grab any angle that they could to get those two highly desired pairs of tits captured forever.

"Ti!" Jewel Romer screeched. Lunging forward, she threw her arm in front of her close friend's exposed breasts.

Under most circumstances, Lana would expect Peyton to do the same. However, her BFF was too far away. Her next closest friend actually stood next to her, but for once, Poppy wasn't quick on her feet. That let another precious second pass before an unlikely person shot forward. Lana had wondered what it would feel like to have Teresa's BFF's hands groping her breasts, but it had never turned out this way, even in her strangest fantasies.

"Reece!" Teresa squealed at noticing Reece Kittle's hands cupping her hated rival's generous tits.

Acting quickly to rescue Lana's dignity, Reece hadn't had the time to fully comprehend what he lunged forward to do. Now, finding himself basically feeling up the ginger, Reece's naturally tanned face blushed in embarrassment. Despite Lana's constant come-ons over the years, the in-demand hunk always preferred Peyton. That's the name that next sprang into his head, causing him to turn his head and make eye contact with the stunning and stunned blonde.

"Take your hands off that slut's tits," Teresa shrieked.

"Nah, leave them. You know you want to," Lana cooed, turning the situation to her advantage. The red-haired vixen made sure Reece couldn't remove them by placing her hands on top of his. "Don't they feel dreamy? Finest pair in town, or so I've heard."

"Please. They're already showing signs of sagging. I bet by thirty, they'll be down to your knees," the elder Zuccaro sister sneered.

"My tits don't sag. Do these look like they sag?" Lana questioned the crowd, pushing Reece's hands away for barely two seconds before he reacquired his grip.

"Take. Your. Hands. Off. That. Slut's. Tits," Teresa growled her order.

Luckily for Reece, he had a close friend who fell on the side of Teresa's enemies, who agreed with her. Poppy saw the sheer embarrassment and uncertainty over what to do written all over the handsome man's face. Moving forward with an extra swing to her hips--hey, she knew everyone was watching--Poppy formed the sweetest smile she could.

"It's okay. I got this."

Despite wanting more peeks at Lana's peaks, numerous onlookers groaned with pleasure as Poppy slid her hands under Reece's. Then, taking over, the sexy brunette gave those onlookers another reason to moan with her following comment.

"They feel as firm and non-saggy as ever," Poppy said, meaning everything the comment implied. "And always tasty."

Peyton rolled her eyes as several people cheered.

"Holy fuck...they fuck!"

"I knew, I knew it, I knew it!"

"Hey, Jewel, you play around with Teresa too?" a guy that sounded like Nate Toone asked the big-breasted brunette who had one palm and her arm against the other unclothed pair.

"Who said that--oh, shit! My mom is headed this way!" Teresa announced in mortification.

"Whoa! You stay right there," Fawn ordered, grabbing Brandy's arm.

The trouble-finding blonde had started to step forward as the pair of irate mothers cleared the arena. Knowing her BFF's history and in her role as a school librarian, Fawn sought to nip this potential bud before it burst into flames, even if this wasn't a school event.

"I need to check on Sean."

"And within minutes, your mouth will trigger a second round of fighting. Nope, you stay right here, where I can keep an eye on you," Fawn said, emphasizing her order by pulling Brandy back to her side. "Besides, Peyton is at his side, and your sister is on her way. One's a doctor, and the other will be one, you know. Wait, what is it that you do for a living?"

"Shut it," Brandy replied without any heat in her voice. "You know, my mom was a nurse, and my dad taught me first aid. I know all about fight injuries."

"Firsthand knowledge, too!"

Before Brandy could respond with a snazzy comeback, they heard another voice. One both familiar by sound and by subject matter.

"Now, do you see? This is why I don't want Tabitha to visit Honey Hollow. This town is filled with drama. Do you want our daughter corrupted like everyone else? We should never bring her back again."

"We can't keep your family from seeing Tabby, dear."

"Tabitha. Get the name right. Gawd, you're as bad as my parents. The girl will not answer to a silly nickname. And my parents can come to visit us."

"What about all your friends?"

"Oh, they are the worst when it comes to drama. I just bet that Brandy or her family is involved in this disaster. Or one of Fawn's little followers."

Brandy and Fawn glanced at one another with wry smiles. Then, with decades of friendship, their eyes rolled simultaneously.

"Do you think Wrenn has arrived yet?" Fawn inquired.

"As if she didn't eat up the drama while growing up," Brandy responded.

"Oh, I can't wait to hear how the holidays have gone so far from Webb. I got the feeling they've been tension-filled the other day when we stopped by."

"At least you got to visit more than once. I swear she acted like I would turn her kid into a demon right then and there," Brandy reminded. "Still, once we get a few drinks into her, she should lighten up."

"She always does...wait, is she breastfeeding Tabby?"

"That sounds like a corruptible act for her future genius. She's totally using formula."

"Well, here we go," Fawn said, turning around to wave over the missing member of their trio and her husband, Timothy.

However, before the librarian's gaze could find her whiny friend, it fell on another person. And the sight caused Fawn's good mood to plummet.

Standing all alone, Finn grimaced while he shook his head slowly and slightly.