Blame Erica.

Originally posted to Writing.com - Erica's Great Adventure; ID#2162024 on 06-10-16 - 9:17am

Of course Alicia complied and Cassandra's rage suddenly became audible.

“-could have crashed, you fucking idiot! Where the Hell did you get your driver's license? I have half a mind to call the police and report you myself right this instant!”

Erica stared as Alicia simply sat there, smiling and simply taking the torrent of verbal **** from Cassandra. She did not appear to phased at all. The other girl was so focused on conjuring every pejorative she knew and throwing them at Alicia that little things, like the lower parts of the front-side passenger seat and the naked girl it contained, escaped her attention. Alicia's lack of a satisfying reaction only made Cassandra angrier. Her respect for personal boundaries was dissolving as she began to lean into the open window to get closer to Alicia, putting her dangerously close to the naked girl. The classic bulging vein that accompanied her right temple when she got this mad was clearly visible on her face. Alicia's silence and smug look were not helping the situation in the least.

“Well, do you have anything to say for yourself you dumb slut? Or are you just to sit there with that stupid look on your face!?”

“Ma'am, I'd like it if you calmed down a bit. It wasn't my fault, it wasn't even my idea,” Alicia said calmly. This was the first thing Alicia had actually said in this exchange and visible confusion mixed with the rage she was already displaying. There was a hole in the pit of my stomach. I knew what Alicia was about to do and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“Not your idea? You're driving bitch, and there isn't even anyone else in the car!”

“Well that's rather rude of you to discount my passenger. It was my friend Erica's idea. Please redirect any criticism to her.” With that she gestured her hand in my direction. Cassandra's gaze followed and when her eyes landed on Erica, they visibly widened. Her attempts at staying as flat as possible meant that she was not covering herself. Erica met her stare and saw her eyes move incrementally from her shocked face to her bare breasts to her visibly damp crotch. This continued for a few solid seconds, both girls too shocked to really react in any meaningful way. Alicia was the one to break the intensely awkward silence.

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