The Great Payback Adventure

"Could you please stop falling?" Whitney hissed at the teenage boy on the ground. Holding back from snapping at him further, she reminded herself that he wasn't to blame for her mounting frustration. No, that would be both of her red-haired best friends.

"Can't I go back to sitting down? I don't like this," Newt whined.

"No! Sorry, I mean, no, you can't, Newt. We're trying to have fun, remember?" the blonde reminded him with false sweetness.

"This is not fun. I'm going to get hurt soon. The odds are not in my favor."

"Look, I know I'm not a good teacher, so we're just going to wait until Ramsey rejoins us," Whitney explained, her eyes flicking back to the girl who should be teaching Newt and falling in love with him. "Did she say anything about when she would come back out onto the ice?"

"How would I know?" the scrawny teen groaned as he managed to stand back up, albeit wobbling a worrisome amount.

"Lacey had better not--" Whitney broke off her complaint, not wanting to alert Newt to her plans for him and Rammy. Instead, the blond-haired beauty turned to find her matchmaking rival. Whoa, what's going on there?

Whitney watched as Jared rejected whatever instructions Lacey seemed to be ordering him to do. Seeing the little ginger place her hands angrily on her hips brought a thin smile to her cheer captain's face. Before it could turn into a smirk, the smile vanished as Whitney realized that while Lacey might be dealing with some resistance, her opponent at least had a plan. Cursing herself for winging it, she recalled that Lacey usually had one backup plan for sure and often several fallbacks.

I need a plan and fast. Lacey scored an early win with that whole 'Save Ramsey' maneuver; I'll give her that. But the first to score doesn't always end up winning. Clearly, I can't do that stunt too. A repeat would come across as a cheap knockoff, and obviously, Newt couldn't pull it off. Damn, there's honestly not much he can do on the ice.

Pulled out of her thoughts, Whitney watched as Lacey moved into Jared's personal space, jabbing a finger angrily in front of his face. Regularly a bubbly, cheerful spirit, the petite cheerleader rarely worked herself into this much of a frenzy. If Lace's about to erupt, she's not going to be thinking properly to execute her plan. I might have a chance to outmaneuver her.

A ray of hope appeared on the shoreline as Ramsey stood up. Unfortunately for Whitney, the strawberry blonde moved towards Mr. Stratton and his refreshment sled. Her competition's father handed her target a bottle of water.

Okay, maybe Rammy's about ready to come back out here. And I got nothing for Newt. I need to know more about his strengths, weaknesses and how to use them to get him and Rammy together. Soooo...if you don't have an offense, then you need a solid defense. Yeah, that's it! Now you're talking, Diamond.

With the spark of an idea growing in her mind, Whitney performed a slow twirl, taking in the layout of who's who and where they were located. Outside of the Lacey/Jared standoff, Sean appeared preoccupied as he skated with Peyton and JoJo. Finn waited as Lana bent over to fix the laces on her skates. Chastity skated off by herself, seemingly content in her own little world. Off the frozen pond, an uncomfortable-looking Skye sat with that bitch, Ms. Goose. And a glum-looking Polly appeared to head back out onto the ice.

Not much to work with at all. JoJo and Sean are best friends, and they seem more like siblings than BFFs, waiting for the right trigger to launch them into fucking. Peyton's his sister, and Lana...maybe. That girl's far too unpredictable to try and use to distract Sean. Skye's free, but I doubt she's ready to start teasing another guy, who also happens to be in high school. Dammit! Why couldn't Dad have let me invite Cat? I could have sicked her on Sean, completely ruining Lacey's plans.

Wait, that's it! There's going to be a ton of hot girls at the charity ball that I can put together with Sean. Hmmm, let's see...yeah, Cat's got plenty of other options since she's not the dating kind of girl. Kaitlin's a coin flip, depending on which day of the week she and Palmer are dating. Yumi's sweet but way too ditzy. Roxanne's a good girl but probably too wholesome for him. Aurora? Feisty yet innocent. Of course, Austin doesn't like Sean, but he doesn't want any guy going near his sister. Ooh, Lacey would really have her hands full in that scenario.

Whitney noticed Skye moving toward the pond at the same time as Ramsey. With two new players re-entering the game, Whitney could at least work on getting her friend some more alone time with Newt in this romantic setting.

"Looks like your teacher is coming back over here," Whitney notified the boy, who currently stood like a statue on the ice. Unfortunately, two new developments wreaked havoc on her plan. First, the impending arrival of Ramsey also caught Lacey's attention.

"Hey, Ram! How about coming over here? We haven't had a chance to hang out," Lacey called to her friend.

"Wait! Rammy, you need to help Newt, he's plain awful, and I can't seem to get through to him," Whitney interrupted as she noticed that Lacey's trick almost succeeded.

"You're the one that's awful," Newt grumbled back at her.

"Sorry, Lace, it looks like my student needs me for a little longer," Ramsey apologized as she changed directions, heading toward the motionless teen. "Or maybe not."

Preoccupied with what Lacey appeared to be deciding what to do over this new development, Whitney missed the arrival of another girl.

The devious matchmaker's head swiveled between Jared and Sean. Nodding to herself, Lacey moved to try a new tactic, placing a smile on her face as she reapproached Jared.

"I take it my substitute teacher didn't work out too well," Ramsey joked to Newt. "But maybe a substitute for my substitute might work better."

"She's the worst. I don't know how any of the cheerleaders can follow her orders," Newt responded in all seriousness. "Wait, what?"

Newt's head swung around to notice Polly standing behind him with her arms crossed. "Oh, crap, not you too."

"Hey, I tried at least, buddy. Show some gratitude," Whitney admonished before registering Newt's words. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Someone needs to get Denton's butt in shape," Polly replied, sounding far more forceful than usual. "And I owe the little perv payback from the hot springs. So get to it, Newt!"

Swiveling around, Newt eyed each of his previous two teachers and now his newest one. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, the geeky teen began to wonder if Whitney hadn't been the worst-case scenario for a teacher.

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"Well, get to skating, Newt!" Polly lashed out.

No, no, no! What are you doing, Polly?! Taking several deep breaths, Whitney struggled to hold in her anger. Watching how Newt leaped into action at Polly's command, the cheerleader captain began to consider how the new development could benefit her plan. Alright, whatever Lace has planned for Jared must be important if she's not giving up. While they argue that gives me time to work on a backup plan. I just need to counter her plan to buy me that time. And I do that by targeting Sean!

Firmly behind her new defensive strategy, Whitney raced towards her objective. Reaching the highest speed likely possible on this small, odd-shaped pond, Whitney reared her arm back as she stalked her prey.

SLAP

"Ooh, did that hurt, Tarver?" Whitney taunted after delivering a hard blow to his butt. It better cause my hand fucking hurts! "Payback's a bitch."

"Oh, you're gonna regret that after the next round of payback, you spoiled brat," Sean growled after barely managing to maintain his balance.

Around and around, the blond-haired boy chased the more athletic cheerleader, weaving in and out to avoid the other skaters. Initially thankful that Austin wasn't on the ice waiting to trip him, Sean berated himself for not keeping in better shape as he began to huff and puff. Although used to a more active lifestyle due to cheerleading, the long night before and a day of ice skating began to wear the blonde down as well.

Glancing over at the trio she left behind, Whitney's face lit up. Polly leaned over a fallen Newt with her hands on her hips. Obviously scolding the dark-skinned teen, Polly's demeanor also appeared to have triggered Ramsey's sympathetic side. Awesome! Nothing could work better than a case of good cop/bad cop. And with Rammy as the good cop, she and Newt should be drawn closer together.

Wanting to keep Sean occupied as long as possible, Whitney gave in first. "Truce?"

"Fine," he responded, gasping for air. "Truce."

Both teens bent over to their knees, gulping in badly needed oxygen.

"So, looking forward to New Year's Eve?" Whitney inquired, gaining her breath first.

"I guess. It should be nice to see more of the people that are coming into town for Aunt Cassie's charity."

"Still, some people might think going dateless for the big night would suck. But I imagine there's going to be a lot of single ladies there," Whitney pointed out, hoping to gain some insight into who might interest Sean. "Got your eye on anybody?"

"Uh, not really," he answered, but his eyes betrayed him as they flicked over to where Ramsey worked to help Newt. With the redhead holding one arm for support, Polly tugged at the other arm, telling him to stop using Ramsey as a training wheel.

Wait, is Sean interested in Rammy? Is he part of Lacey's matchmaking? Whitney pondered. Usually, the majority of the couples that Lacey worked on matching up were unaware of her plans. She told her friends people often didn't know what they really wanted, and it was her responsibility to show them.

"Come on, you must have a girl in mind for when the clock strikes midnight," Whitney insisted. "Beyza Baris is the only girl you've really dated, isn't she?"

"Yeah, Beyza was my first serious girlfriend."

"So, is she the type of girl you like?" Whitney questioned, already speculating over similar girls at school. Busty brunettes? Yeah, there's a number of them. I just need to consider which one will be willing to move fast with Sean. We can't have a girl that takes things slowly.

"Not really. She's just the first girl that really came after me," Sean admitted with a slight blush. "I'm normally pretty shy around girls."

Aha! He likes aggressive girls. Oh, I can work with that!

"You know it's funny, but I have this strong feeling that a nice guy like you will have plenty of hot and cute girls to choose from to kiss at midnight," the buxom blonde declared.

Why, Seanie? Because I'm going to ensure it. Hell, I can probably even order some of the cheer squad to go after him. Maybe not the juniors; they're mostly annoying or boring. Perhaps it's time to test out some of the little cheersisters on the sophomore squad? There are definitely some quality prospects down there. Shit, I'll even break bread with the Sugarbees if I have to. That would really throw a wrench into Lacey's grand plan.

So lost in her growing confidence about her potential for victory, Whitney never noticed Sean circle around her. It wasn't until he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, lifting her into the air, that Whitney realized that she'd been tricked.

"Hey, we have a truce!"

"The Great and Powerful Whitney Diamond was duped," Sean cackled, imitating a villainous mastermind. "It's time to overthrow the queen!"

"Put me down!" the queen bee screeched. "Put me down, Tarver, or I'll come back even more powerful."

"Not if you're all wet!" he threatened her as they reached the edge of the pond, where a giant pile of snow awaited.

"Don't you dare!" Fuck, is that his cock pushing into me?

"Or what, Miss Diamond? What are--whoops!" Sean cried out as he misjudged where the ground met the frozen water. As a result, Whitney tumbled face-first into the snowbank, with Sean falling on top of his victim.

"Oomph!" came from Whitney as the teenage boy fell onto her. His three-quarters-hard dick pushing into her jean-covered ass

Both teens froze as they realized what pushed into where on Whitney's body. Momentarily, Sean wondered if this whole moment/day was another of his elaborate sex-filled dreams that he'd been having ever since arriving at the cabin. Beneath him, Whitney's body began to ache in certain needy spots, reminding her how much a good, long and hard fuck could cause her to want more. And despite his obnoxiousness, Vance gave her one hell of a good, long, and hard fuck last night. Rather than quench her thirst, her body yearned for orgasm after orgasm.

"Get off of me! You're crushing me, asshole."

"Oops, sorry. That didn't go as I planned," Sean apologized as he rolled off of her back. Embarrassed, he tried to will his cock to go down.

"No shit." Sean never saw the elbow into his stomach coming. When he gave off his own "oomph," it pleased his attacker to no end. That's when Whitney pounced, leaping on top of him, straddling his body. Crap, that wasn't a good idea. Now, that long, hard rod is poking into me from this side.

"Now, I got you, Mr. Tarver," Whitney laughed maniacally like a Bond villain. To further her revenge, the blonde reached out, grabbing a fistful of snow, and shoved it into Sean's face.

Sean coughed as he tried to spit out the snow she pushed into his mouth. Under most circumstances, the sight of Whitney Diamond straddling a guy while her magnificent tits bounced around would be a dream come true. But for Sean, any thought of this being a sexual situation ended for sure when the second fistful of snow hit him in the eyes.

"Jesus, I don't know if she's going to kill him, fuck him, or kill him while fucking him to death," Lana cracked from behind them. Peyton looked very uncomfortable thinking about her little brother and sex while Finn shook his head at Whitney's snowy beatdown of Sean.

"Lan!" Peyton gasped. "Okay, children, let's break it up. If not, then the real adults are going to do it, and you don't want that."

Twisting her head around, Whitney still straddled Sean's waist. "No saving your brother, Peyton. He gets what he deserves!"

"Looks to me like he's getting what a bunch of boys and men want from you," Lana saucily remarked.

"Um, Whitney, you might want to consider what your boyfriend is thinking," Peyton reminded her after turning to see Owen standing up on the shore.

Whitney's tanned skin managed to grow pale when she realized how this could look. Dammit, this isn't sexual! It's about distracting Sean to foil Lacey's plan.

"Pssh! Like Owen's going to be her boyfriend much longer."

"Hey, at least I have boyfriends!" Whitney snapped at Lana.

"So, like I care. I'm not ashamed of having only fuck buddies."

"Okay, I don't need you turning into one of the children as well," Peyton chided her BFF.

Whitney moved to stand up, not before making sure to dig a knee into Sean's crotch as a final bit of payback. Peyton reached out to give the girl a hand as her brother moaned in pain.

"Whitney, your necklace!" Lana exclaimed.

Looking down, Whitney saw her brand new diamond sapphire pendant necklace, a Christmas gift from her father, hanging outside her coat. Reaching down to check, she gave out a sigh of relief that the chain and the pendant were fine.

"I thought you said you weren't going to wear that?" Peyton recalled, thinking back to Whitney's comment in the master suite when they were getting ready to leave.

"I forgot all about it," Whitney noted as it glimmered in the sunlight. "I was going to take it off but then got distracted."

"Maybe you should put it in your pocket," Finn suggested. "That's an awfully expensive piece of jewelry to risk for ice skating."

"Nah, it'll be fine," Whitney said nonchalantly, putting it back under her jacket. "We're almost done skating, I think. Uh-oh, Owen AND Dad don't look happy with me."