Catfight

The last bell of the school day rang, freeing Brandon, from his nightmare of a school day. It can't get any worse, can it? He thought after struggling through Spanish class, where every word in the foreign language reminded him of Lisa's shrieks and wails during sex with Zack. Following that, Chemistry with Mr. Ward had been brutal. It's as if the stern teacher had a radar for which student's day needed to be worsened at his hands. Finally, Brandon's favorite class, Gym, saw him staring across the large gymnasium at Lisa, who was in the other class.

"You okay, QB One?" Kona asked as the boys changed in their locker room. "Heard you had a rough day."

"Yeah, I'm fine," Brandon lied, and Kona knew it. The bulky teen looked at him in concern, a look that told him that Kona wouldn't let the matter drop without more. "I'm just dealing with some stuff. It'll be better tomorrow."

"We'll see. If you need someone to talk to..."

"I know, Kona, I know," Brandon forced a smile. He appreciated his friend's worrying and knew his teammate would gladly help, whatever way he could. "Oh, crap! I forget to tell my sister that I'm staying behind to study."

Rather than leave with his friends, Brandon milled around the locker room for several more minutes. He killed some of that time in the bathroom, where he found himself forced to listen as two band geeks discussed their upcoming concert, while they sat in different stalls. Finally finished, he went back into the gym and walked into a burgeoning war.

"No, we have cheer practice every Monday. This side of the gym is always reserved for us," Heather stated loudly. "Coach Brass signs us up."

"Well, Mrs. Brass forgot to do that. And you don't always have Monday practice in here," replied Bianca Zuccaro, captain of the Honeybears.

"Yes, we do!"

"No, you don't. Not on days that there are basketball games or wrestling matches after school," the dance squad captain pointed out.

"That's different—"

"Aha! You see! Not every Monday," Bianca triumphantly cheered, annoying Heather. "Coach Zee signed us up for the main gym, so it's upstairs for you, pom-pom princesses."

"The upstairs gym?! Cheerleaders do not practice in the upstairs gym. That's for the Honeybears," Heather declared haughtily.

"Well, it's for the cheerleaders today," gloated the other captain. "Get out of our practice area."

"No way, the upstairs gym is small, dingy, and dirty," Heather said in disgust.

"Oh, please. You girls won't catch any diseases that you don't already have," Bianca smirked. She then waved her hand, dismissively at her counterpart.

"Did you just wave me off? No one waves me off!"

"Can't we just wait for the coaches to arrive and figure this out?" Amber Evans asked as more members of the squads came out of the girls' locker room.

"No, we can't. The teachers have some afterschool meeting," Bianca informed her.

Brandon saw his sister enter the gym and headed for her. Madison let loose a frustrated sigh as she saw her brother approach.

"What now? You come to make sure I'm not making out with other girls?"

Brandon stopped, slackjawed for a moment at the idea. Then shaking his head, he told the reason why he'd waited for her.

"I don't need a ride home," Madison responded. "So leave me alone!"

"Mom said I had to," Brandon whined. "I have to study anyways, so it's not a big deal."

"Hey!" a voice shouted, right before Brandon got shoved in the back. Another shove followed. "What's your problem, Brandon?"

The teen turned and saw an angry Delilah getting ready to shove him again. Brandon tried to hold his hands up as if asking her not to, but his sister's friend still pushed him. This time his back lightly touched the wall behind him.

"Whoa, calm down, Lilah! What did I do?"

"What did you do?! You attacked my cousin!"

Aw, shit! She heard about Kevin and me.

"What did he ever do to you? Oh, he talked to Maddie, that's what!" Delilah continued, while Madison folded her arms, watching in amusement. She grinned as her friend shoved Brandon again, this time up hard against the wall. "What's wrong, mister quarterback? Afraid to stop a girl from pushing you?"

Brandon held his hands up in the air in helplessness. "I don't get rough with girls. I'm not that kind of guy."

"So you aren't a complete caveman? Then fucking start acting like you aren't. Let Maddie have a life, let her at least talk to a guy friend," the brown-skinned teen rattled off. "What did Kevin do to deserve that?"

"Uh, Mads punched his shoulder," he meekly responded.

"And? Are you too hardheaded to think before acting? When has Kevin ever been a jerk or sleazy to a girl? When?!"

"Um, I don't know."

"Exactly!"

"Shit, I'm sorry, Lilah. I overreacted," Brandon apologized, looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Don't apologize to me. Apologize to my cousin and your sister," Delilah ordered, before she turned, and headed off to deal with the escalating argument between Bianca, Heather, and now Sharon.

"I'll wait for you after I finish studying with Zack," Brandon mumbled to his sister. Shamed by her friend, he shuffled out of the gym, while looking down at his feet. An action that led him to miss Ashley as she watched with worry.

Dropping his bag onto the round table, Brandon plopped himself down onto the chair across from Zack. He let out a heavy sigh before reaching to pull out his notebook from his book bag. The other teen at the table watched all this and wondered about his different attitude.

"You look terrible," Zack remarked.

"Delilah just laid into me for yelling at Kevin earlier."

"Ah, that. Yeah, I was going to talk to you about that," Zack revealed. He and Kevin Jackson were good friends, despite Zack failing to make the basketball team on multiple attempts.

"I know, I know. I fucked up."

"Is everything alright, Bran? It sounds like you've been acting weird all day," Zack inquired in concern.

"I don't know. It feels like everything is changing so fast. Just last week, I was—"

"Hey, honey," Lisa Rivera greeted Zack from behind Brandon. She walked over and kissed his cheek. "The girls and—oh! Um, hi, Brandon."

"H-hi, Lisa," Brandon gulped, his eyes bugging out at the sight of the star attraction in daydreams.

"What were you saying, honey?" Zack asked.

"Ah...oh, right! I'll be over there studying with the girls," Lisa motioned to the far side of the library, where Chloe McRose and Meagan Volland sat. "Chloe said she won't need a ride home. She and Meagan have plans after we're done."

"Alright. I don't think we'll take more than an hour, right?" Zack directed the last part toward Brandon, who merely shrugged.

"Okay, love ya," Lisa planted a quick kiss on her boyfriend's lips and left. She avoided looking at Brandon while walking away.

Trying to think of anything else but Lisa's nearly nude body, Brandon glanced down at his notes. That's the name of the story we're supposed to read and write about? I don't even remember writing that down last week.

"So, how do you want to do this?" he asked his smarter partner.

"I, uh, wanted to ask you about Thanksgiving," Zack responded, appearing nervous. "Have you, um, ever done that before?"

"Done what?"

"You know...listen to another couple have sex," Zack clarified, lowering his voice, and glancing around them.

"Not really. We've been at parties where another couple is going at it in the next room, but never like we did the other night," Brandon recalled, after thinking for a moment.

"Weren't you embarrassed?" Zack questioned, showing his embarrassment over what happened.

"Shit, I was having too much fun to be embarrassed. Ash seemed to get off on the competition."

"She did?!" Zack exclaimed in surprise. Then remembering to lower voice in the library, he added, "Lisa got off on it too."

That small comment sent Brandon's brain into a tailspin. Questions swirled about what other kinky acts did Lisa get off on too. Does she regularly dress up for Zack? What does she wear? Holy shit, she would look hot as a sexy elf! Is she an exhibitionist? Does she want us to watch her fuck? Join in? Holy fuck, would she be down for a threesome?!

Forty minutes later, Zack called an end to their work. Brandon seemed completely unable to focus on the story they had to write about. If Zack hadn't known that Brandon hated them, he'd have thought that his friend was on drugs. He seemed jittery, lost in his own world, and kept on glancing around the library. Even Miss Graff, the school librarian, came over at one point to check on Brandon.

It took several moments for Brandon to even realize that they were done working on their paper. He sheepishly apologized and promised to help more with their assignment at home. Zack didn't believe him but didn't say that either.

Return to the gymnasium, Brandon had to decide where to wait until cheer practice ended. The second floor of the gym didn't have anywhere to sit, so that was out. So instead, he climbed the bleachers until he was about ten rows up and sat down. The Honeybears stood around as Bianca barked out orders. Noticing a number of guys shooting basketballs, Brandon thought at first that it was the Bears practicing, but then realized that is was just a free time for students to play around on one side of the gym. Still, he scanned for Kevin but didn't see him. Brandon also began to realize that part of the reason why Bianca wanted the main gym for dancers. All the guys shooting hoops provided an audience for the Honeybears.

An up-tempo club song started up as the Honeybears began their routine. It appeared to be their standard halftime dance for basketball games but with a few new deviations. Brandon found himself watching Delilah, at first. He knew her the best, and she tended to outshine the rest of her squad. Only Jasmine Fadel, with her ballet background, came close to matching Delilah's skills. Although he once again noticed the O'Dell girl's great ass, he felt uncomfortable thinking of her in a sexual way. So he moved his attention to Jasmine. Like most of her dancemates, her ass was incredibly honed into a piece of art by their dance practices, which every girl showcased in tight leggings. Brandon admired her perfectly flat stomach before moving his attention to the next girl.

Yelena Mishkov certainly had the role of Russian sex kitten down pat. Brandon didn't know if she was Russian, but that's the way most of the guys in school referred to her. Her sports bra could hardly contain her large bouncing breasts, and she knew it. She occasionally sent come-hither looks to the guys on the other side of the gym. Notorious in Azure Rocks High for seducing boyfriends away from their girlfriends, she had a reputation in bed that reportedly made if worth the consequences for those cheaters. As a former gymnast, rumors abounded about the insane moves that Yelena could do during sex, especially with her legs. Brandon didn't know if that talk was true, but he did know that she never showed any interest in him. He wasn't sure but thought it come from her having a strange sense of loyalty to Bianca. The Honeybear captain's desire to break him and Ashley up was well-known.

Brandon's eye quickly shifted to the back rows of the squad, where the juniors usually danced. He paid more than a moment's attention to a pair of twins. Imagining the two of them in a threesome was a common fantasy for guys in the school. Brandon wouldn't admit it out loud, but he had an almost obsession with fucking two sisters at the same time. He blamed Hannah Woodsen for that dream scenario.

"Damn, it looks like the girls are putting on a show," Xavier commented as she sat down next to Brandon.

"I think that's the plan for today," Brandon nodded to the guys who had been shooting hoops, but now all stood and watched the practice.

"You boys want to see the special number we're working on?" Bianca called up to Brandon and Xavier when the music had ended. "We're thinking of saving this for a unique occasion outside of school."

"Hell yeah, we do!" Glove yelled down the bleachers.

"Hit it," the captain ordered.

Instead of dance club music, a sultry song started up. What began to follow it was a number that left every cock hard in the gym. The Honeybeards slinked around as they shimmied to the beat. They dropped to the floor and crawled toward the bleachers with their asses sticking up in the air. The part that especially enchanted their audience came when the girls paired off and preceded to grind on one another. Brandon's eyes locked in on the twins, then Delilah and the lone sophomore, who she'd taken under her wing, and finally on Bianca and Yelena. The busty black-haired captain could've burned a hole through Brandon with the level of heat she stared at him.

Gulping, at the clear intentions in those eyes, Brandon turned away, only to see another enticing sight. Rosita Veliz, slid her body up and down her partners, rubbing their breasts together. She arched her figure to stick out that perky, toned ass of hers. The junior Honeybear, coupled with her, was a known slut, who began to run her hands down Rosita's back until she laid several smacks to the Latina's ass. Brandon felt almost faint as Rosita shifted into Lisa in his mind. He imagined her in that small sports bra and tight leggings. He would've imagined more, but Xavier swung his arm out, hitting Brandon in the chest.

"Check it out! Oh, fuck me," the star safety uttered.

Brandon's traveled across the six pairs of dancers. One duo of juniors looked almost frightened to touch each other. The twin sisters, along with Delilah and her protégé, danced similar to how they would at a party when they wanted to tease boys. Jasmine and her squadmate performed along the same lines as Rosita. It was Bianca and Yelena that had caused Xavier's outburst.

The squad captain had her back facing the blonde sex kitten as she slid it up and down her body. Occasionally, she slowed down and ground her ass into her friend's crotch. Yelena's hands followed along Bianca's sides, seemingly savoring her friend's figure. They two girls knew they were putting on a show for their audience, and they loved it. With Brandon's eyes back on them, Bianca smirked at him. Slowly, she turned her head to the side, and as if almost preplanned, Yelena's mouth met hers. Tongues could clearly be seen in use, and a hush fell across the gym. Slowly, a few catcalls started to trickle out from the spectators, which became a rush of cheers as it sounded like another pair of Honeybears locked lips.

"You like that?" Bianca called out, breaking off the kiss, her eyes staring daggers at Brandon.

"Bitch, stop acting like a whore in front of my man!"

The rare display of anger from Ashley Woodsen announced the arrival of the cheerleading squad as they descended the stairs from the upstairs gym. The petite blonde marched right through the group of Honeybears, causing them to stop their gyrating. At her heels came Heather, who looked disgusted.

"Already practicing your girls for their stripper careers, I see," the cheerleader captain spat out.

"Better than your future as an escort, pumpkin," Yelena mocked Heather with her dad's nickname, which set the brunette off. She almost pushed Ashley out of the way as she then shoved the blonde Honeybear.

"What's wrong, Woodsen? Afraid you can't keep your man with that tiny body of yours. Maybe Bran wants something more like this," Bianca insulted, sliding her hands down her large breasts.

Shoves, slaps, and hair-pulls broke out amongst the two squads. Delilah and Madison worked to stop it but had no chance. The cheerleaders should've had the numbers advantage with the varsity and junior varsity squads as they practically had twice as many members. Yet the junior-year cheerleaders decided not to get involved. Some of the JV members had no such qualms as they surrounded the pair of twin Honeybears sisters who unleashed wicked kicks in their direction. Tanya and Amber dragged Jasmine off of Ashley, while Rosita rolled around on the ground with Heather. Yelena screamed as Sharon tried to tear out some of her blonde hair.

Brandon and Xavier watched in shock from the bleachers, unsure if they should sit and enjoy the catfighting or run down and break it up. The other guys in the gym had no such worries as they chanted "catfight" and shouted encouragement and suggestions to the girls.

"What the hell? Stop that right now, girls. Heather! Ashley!" ordered Coach Brass.

"Aw, fuck. Dammit, Bianca! Yelena, stop biting Sharon!" commanded Coach Zee.

As the two coaches, their assistants, and Delilah slowly managed to bring order to the gym, Brandon and Xavier finally climbed down the bleachers. The quarterback grabbed his girlfriend around the waist and picked up the kicking and screaming girl.

"Calm down," he ordered, but his girlfriend didn't realize who had his arms around her. So she stomped on his foot, causing him to let her go. With her hair covering her eyes, she furiously turned and unleashed a kick between his legs. The sharp blow brought tears to Brandon's eyes as he dropped to the floor in intense pain.

"Bran? Ohmigod!"