Can't be evaded

Stacy sat in the toilet stall with her skirt around her ankles... and huffed. She idly flicked a finger across her own bean a little, but that just wouldn't cut it. Today had started off so well… but then she'd just ended up stuck in stupid, dull classes again and all the excitement had drained away and the world had carried on as if she hadn't managed to get herself sandwiched between a mother/son tag team. It wasn't fair that she had to hide all these twisted triumphs away and act like she gave a shit about studying 'Great American Literature' just so she could end up in an office typing passive aggressive memo's all day. She was done with all that. She'd completely decided. She was going to be a slut for life, and quite possibly the greatest slut who had ever lived! Surely there was any number of ways to make a living out of that?

The sound of the bathroom door opening drew her back from sending the message she'd been typing. Perhaps best not invite the boys to sneak into the little girl's room and double team her while there were other students about. Although it would be pretty hot to have two cocks lodged up inside of her while knowing the next stall over was occupied…

"... and get this. Next she said she thought I'd broken up with him just because she'd caught me blowing Brad and Ryan behind the stands the other day! As if that counts… She knows they need a little 'help' before a big game, or they get, like, nervous and stuff! She's done it too!"

Stacy appeared to be overhearing this one-sided conversation mid-flow, with one participant spouting words like a machinegun, while the other only seemed able to reply with barely-perceptible hums and grunts of distinctly uninterested-sounding consolation. She recognised the nasally tones of Cheer-Bitch prime: Scarlett though… Which meant the other could well be-

"You're such a good listener Lyds… I don't care what the others all say about you when you go quiet like this. I bet it's just part of that whole weird ‘Chastity promise’ thing your parents make you do, isn’t it? Y’know, sometimes, I think you’re lucky to not have to deal with boys and cheating and all that stuff… Coz if that bastard thinks taking me out to the bluff in his semi later is going to get him out of the doghouse over all this, he’s got another thing coming!”

The eavesdropper could practically hear the eyeroll Lydia was surreptitiously giving most of this tirade. She honestly couldn’t understand how anyone could put up with listening to that kind of endless drivel all day long… even if the trade off was popularity and invitations to all the best parties. No wonder the slightly less airheaded cheerleader had ended up chasing some sort of stimulation in other ways. ‘Chastity promise’ though… that was something darkly hilarious to find out. Had the legitimate teacher’s sex-pet actually taken such a thing, or did she just tell them that to keep people off the trail?

The sound of running water told her that the pair had only come in to ‘freshen up’, or perhaps cover over the smell of cigarette smoke coming off tall, blonde Scarlett. But a quick, final exchange gave off the impression that Lydia was going to stay a moment longer before heading back to class… presumably just to allow her ears a rest. Stacy had a very good idea why the girl might not be saying anything… and a plan began to form. This could be the extra fun she was looking for today, and another chance to get back at these stuck-up bitches who had made her life hell for so many years at the same time. How could she hold back on such an opportunity?