Amy Cooper, the ASB President

Amy Cooper, ASB President, alleged tanning-addict and bitch extraordinare, pranced her way into the house.

"Normally," she whined, "I wouldn't even bother coming to a pool party, but you two just wouldn't stop asking."

Amy had the irritating habit of enunciating every word she said, as if each awe-inspiring declaration she made came via the orders of God himself. Still, her model-like frame, ludicrously large breasts, skimpy black tube top, and conditioned mane of blond curls might as well have.

"Why are you guys staring at me?" Amy suddenly said. "And where's Jake? You fucking promised Jake would be here."

Jake. 6"7. Tall. Beautiful. Tragically male. Definitely not invited.

"Oh, you know," Tera started. "He's just a little late," Fiona continued, "No reason we can't do something now...Now that you're here, and it's just us three in the house."

Tera's hand descended into her purse.