Mica

"Out of my way, slut!" Christa said to the punky-looking girl in standing in front of her. It was Mica, who attended a different local college. Christa had broken up with her boyfriend because he had slept with Mica. Mica was taller than Christa, and like her, had quite the "ghetto booty" as Mica would have called it. But unlike her, Mica's waist, though still soft, was a bit thinner, and most unlike her, Mica was well-endowed in the breast department.

This would have been enough for Christa not to like the girl, but she was also so gauche, with her dyed-black hair alternating between a spiked-up mohawk and the mohawk combed to one side. Mica's face was as pretty as Christa's, but Christa's was rounder and more plump, not the look that was most fashionable in her scene, although not uncommonly seen in it. Mica wore a zip-up black vest, allowing her heavily tattooed arms to show, and a black miniskirt, with black leggings under them. A bullet belt and a blue handkerchief around her neck added some interest and a splash of color to the all black ensemble.

Mica's combat boot stomped on the toes of one of Christa's pointy boots. "Oh, sorry, didn't see you there." Mica said, smiling. Then she added, "Oh, you're alone tonight?"

Christa's eyes flashed hatred. "Of course I am, you ignorant slut. Dan slept with your skanky ass, so I had to dump him."

Mica's smile grew, "I can't help it if he likes THIS better than THAT," she said, gesturing from her body to Christa's. So sad that you lost all your friends when you dumped him, it must really suck."

Christa tried to just walk past Mica, who was clearly itching for a fight. "Not so fast," Micah said.