Wendy, the little Asian girl

It's Wendy, one of the nicer cheerleaders. She's always apologized when giving you her homework, obviously only doing it to fit in with the others. Still, she's never paid much attention to you before now, instead always trying to get with guys on the basketball team. Sometimes they went out with her, but only to get the attention of the more popular cheerleaders.

Taylor turns to Wendy and holds back a laugh. "It's okay, Wendy, you don't have to pretend to be nice to him."

Wendy moves down the bus aisle quickly and stands eye-to-eye with the head cheerleader. Actually, more like eye-to-nipple, since Taylor is very tall and Wendy's Asian heritage make her very cute but very short. She looks up at Taylor like a shid-tzu trying to stare down a she-wolf.

"I'm not 'pretending' to like him. John is a decent guy and we shouldn't dump on him like this."

Taylor smiles slyly and arches her back, thrusting out her impressive chest. Wendy can't help but glance down at that chest. Wendy isn't just the shortest cheerleader, she's also the least endowed and has always been intimidated by the taller girl's proportions. She takes a little step back.

Taylor brushes a lock of shiny brown hair from her eyes and lays her hand on Wendy's shoulder. "Honey, the whole reason he's here is for us to dump on him. His job is to do our homework so we can focus on cheering."

The smaller girl gulps, obviously intimidated. Then she squares her shoulders, brushes away Taylor's hand, and says, "If you've got time to drink, you've got time to do your own homework, Taylor."

The head cheerleader smiles down at Wendy sweetly. She looks intently at the bottle of Scotch in her hand, then lifts it up and pours it over the other cheerleader's long, black hair.

"Don't tell me who I can 'dump on', Wendy!"