Heather

You turned to Heather beside you, her pale globes exposed to the chill of the mall causing her nipples to poke out.

Heather was the most recent object of your affections and like all the others, she wouldn't be caught dead dating you. Then again, that was one of the reasons you picked these girls to ****.

With no hesitation, you slapped the pretzel out of her hand, grabbed her by her ginger hair and pinned her to a nearby table. The other girls stood up out of shock, but for a similar reason couldn't bare to speak.

The relationship between you and Heather had always been a rocky one. She was rough and bossy to all her friends, but mostly towards you. Always hitting you whenever you made a joke she didn't like, always verbally berating you, and yet like some poor sap you loved her anyway.

When you began yanking away at her cut-off shorts and panties, you saw out of the corner of your eye the other girls sitting back down despite Heather screaming for you to stop. You must have made your intentions known to them.

Heather had always been an abusive pain in your ass, so it was about time you repaid the favor. You had to utterly humiliate and break her, but which one of her tight little holes would do that?