Yes, actually

Walking warily over to Chris's limp body, the girls raised skeptical eyebrows at the idea of him being dumb enough to actually incapacitate himself in a moment of lust.

Acela was the first to break the ice, nonchalantly kicking the boy's side, making him release a groan and a twitch but nothing more. Feeling in the safe, Kristy stepped one foot over her brother's face and bent down to pick up the script; purposely placing herself in such a manner that he would be treated to the view of her plump ass-cheeks sticking out of her daisy-dukes were he to wake up.

"Hey, no fair," Acela pouted, yet still let out a sigh of relief. "Crikey, what a fucking dumbass your brother is. Like, seriously—what a grade-A retard."

"Can't argue with that one," was Kristy's simple response. Raising the script to face level, she studied it thoughtfully. Mulling it over for a second, she fished a crayon out of her back-pack and held it up against the script…

VROOOOM!

Kristy almost lost hold of the valuable artifact in her hands as the gust of wind caused by a passing Lamborghini toppled her and Acela over. As if taunting them, the car decelerated to a halt before backing up slowly until it stood parked by their disheveled side. Of course, Kristy knew there was only one person in the world who could be responsible.

"Look, girls, the loser squad dressed up today," came Amber's high pitched snark from behind the wheel, followed by giggles from her groupies sitting in the back.

As mentioned, neither Kristy nor Acela were particularly popular at their school—not that they cared. Refraining from joining any single defined group did, however, unfortunately, come with the added benefit of them becoming victims of Amber White's constant attempts at stepping on others for her own gain, which was probably why she was bothering them now.

Cool as ever, Acela dusted off her clothing before turning towards Kristy, "Did you hear that dolphin-cry just now? You know, an annoying, squeaky type of sound ringing through your ears?"

Not acknowledging the outcry and attempted comebacks coming from the car next to them, Kristy answered in her calm emotionless voice, "Don't be daft, Acela. Dolphins are the world's most intelligent animals. The sound Buttslut heard didn't originate from something with more than three brain cells. Buttslut's thinking newborn piglet."

"HEY!"

"Oh wait, I got it! It's the sound of a chunky leopard, **** on a hairball. Funny how they allow those things outside the zoo."

After hearing that one, Amber stopped complaining briefly to look down at her plump thighs covered in tight, leopard-print yoga pants, before shouting, "Ah! You totally must have noticed me just now to make that comparison! Stop ignoring me, losers!" She had always disliked how those two looked down on people based on how smart they were; you were supposed to look down on people based on how ugly they were! Not that it would be easy to make fun of those two bombshells based on their looks. Luckily, today they had left her some very easy targets. "I have to hand it to you, Buttslut, I always thought you didn't deserve your nickname, why with how nerdy you dress, but I totally see it now. You're like a big, slutty baby. Say… Isn't that your brother wriggling with his pants down below you? Omg, it totes is! Don't they make for the best couple, girls?" she teased, followed by a mass of unconstrained giggles from her underlings.

Stammering, Kristy's cheeks reddened, her face moving frantically from her brother lying between her legs, back to Amber's satisfied smirk. Amber loved seeing that robot's flustered state.

Trying to strike back with a remark of her own, Acela began saying, "Is it just me or…" but was interrupted when Amber moved her attention towards Acela's own outfit.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Ace. Girls! Acela obviously dressed for attention as well. It's not often you get to see that moody little emo show off her legs. We should totally share the occasion with everyone." Now it was Acela's turn to blush. She still met the camera of Amber's phone with a defiant glare, but Amber could tell she didn't have any witty comebacks left in store. "Ha ha ha, OMG! Can't wait to see how you're thinking of getting into class like that. Fucking the teacher maybe?!" It felt so great finally winning over those nerds!

"You know, Acela—Buttslut thinks you might have been wrong about that Leopard. To me it sounds more like some prepubescent boy scout is hitting on us."

Amber was briefly stunned in her disbelief. Did that fucking nerd seriously think she had any hope of mounting a comeback in this situation? If so, she would be disillusioned promptly. How fucking dare that robot insult her perfect womanly form in such a way! She was the hottest girl in school, yet she was compared to some boy scout? Amber wasn't sure why this particular insult stung so much, but she made a show out of disproving it.

"Oh really? Tell me—which prepubescent you know carries loads like these around?" Bending forward, raising her flat palms up towards her chest, Amber brazenly hefted her protruding tits to showcase their mass. Or at least, she mimicked doing so. In reality, of course, she would never be lifting anything but thin air, seeing as her washboard of a chest didn't extend even a pinky's distance off of her body. And that was despite her sheer, skintight boob tube doing all in its might to showcase her lack of femininity.

While Amber continued to flaunt her invisible mammaries with a smug smile, Acela, on her end, was surprised to see her enemy act like a fucking idiot. Well actually, Amber being a fucking idiot was like the sky being blue, but right now she was being an especially retarded type of idiot. She was pretty much just fortifying Kristy's insult by acting like that, and by the life of her, Acela couldn't figure out why. Then she took a look over at Kristy, and things became immediately clear once she saw her coy friend moving a red crayon over the script's pages. I'd say using magic for your own benefit is bloody immoral if I cared. I won't be saying that though. it's time for some sweet payback! "Yo, boy scout, you took a wrong turn; flat earth community is down the street. The act is good, though. There's is zero bloody chance anyone would ever think those globes are round."

Acela and Kristy were laughing now, sparking further rage from Amber. The girl stopped her mimicking, looking confusedly between her empty hands and her tongue-tied crew, seemingly searching for an explanation for what she'd been doing. At a loss, she reverted to scowling, "Whatever, this doesn't mean you guys have anything on my great ass. Just watch." Acting on her words, Amber stood up in her roofless Lamborghini. Proudly turning around while bending over, Acela and Kristy were treated to a view of the notoriously flat ass of Amber Skinny-Bitch White.

Fuck, her parents were spot on when they named her, weren't they.

Amber continually struggled to prove her point, even shaking and slapping her butt to no, and that is seriously NO dynamic effect. Realizing her efforts only warranted laughter from the normally serious girls in front of her, and even suppressed giggles from the usually loyal lackeys behind her in the car, the embarrassingly poor-proportioned girl quickly sat her scrawny butt back down with a blush. She got in a position to drive away; with her attempt at mockery having been reversed she probably didn't feel much like staying.

Wanting a bite out of the cheese before the mouse ran away, Acela impatiently tapped Kristy's shoulder while holding out her hand in demand. In response, Kristy handed her the script, together with the colorful pack of crayons from her bag, of which Acela extracted one.

Looking at the script felt trippy; letters running around describing stuff in her own near lying time span. Ignoring that, however, Acela quickly wrote while calling after the now fleeing daddy's girl, "What's the matter, Skinny-Bitch. You've been bloody proud of that body of yours for some time now. You chicken?" And she had a point, since, with Amber's tendency to obsessively boast about her tits and arse as if they were much larger than they actually were, you'd normally never see her run away without showing off her stuff first.*

Challenged, Amber sat up in her car with her foot still on the pedal, leaving one of the bewildered passengers to grab the wheel. Grabbing the bottom of her boob tube she unabashedly pulled it up, revealing the words "Mamma" and "Milk" tattooed over her tiny bee stings,* "As if, losers. Maybe try again after you've eaten a sandwich? Your curves could use it!" was the last thing Acela heard before the car took an unsteady right, vanishing into the school gates.

Left alone, there was a brief moment of silence, before both the remaining girls burst into laughter. "Did you see what "Skinny-Bitch" has written over her tits! Haha, the name was me by the way."

"No fucking bloody way! You bloody did that? Shit, I should have known a fucking dumb-ass fitting name like "Amber White" was made up. Ha, I did the tats. I just had to, to make me feel better about my own."

Showcasing her point, Acela lifted her skirt briefly, huffing as she saw the dreaded words "Princess of Spankalot" written across her glutes. She originally got them to shut up her nagging mother, but had later come to regret doing so.

"I'm also the reason she acts like… well take a bloody guess." Acela couldn't and made no effort at containing her amusement at her enemy making a fool of herself in such a manner. Somewhat ironic considering she herself was recently smitten with an unstoppable need to vocally and transcribtly humiliate herself. "Fuck, If she got curves, then I didn't get off on stuffing my asshole with my dirty panties last night!" Acela's laughter stopped abruptly as she turned red, "That was a lie. You know, now that I think about it, I probably shouldn't be the one holding this bloody thing."