Unlikely Allies

(Cotton's PoV)

After cheer practice, I have time to kill before the gym. First, I check Life Quest. I've leveled up to 5! I need to buy some perks that will help me get the respect I deserve.

I look through the list until I find what I'm looking for.

You bought the Cunning I perk for 1 point.

You bought the Physical Presence I perk for 1 point.

Cunning I: Greater awareness of social dynamics and ability to read people's motivations.

Physical Presence I: Your physical presence causes increasing psychological pressure based on how physically outstanding you are. This pressure causes others to feel slightly aroused, intimidated or submissive, as appropriate.

These are perfect!

I have more time to kill, so I decide to swing by the fatty's room and walk to the gym with her. On my way to the dorms I realize I neither know where her room is nor have her phone number. She mentioned which dorm she's in, so I just need to ask about her room at reception.

The girl working the desk looks like she fell out of my Halloween Stargram feed. Black hair, black nail polish, eye shadow, black cloud of gloom. It couldn't contrast more with my bright jersey and white yoga pants.

I walk right up to the desk and clear my throat to get her attention. She sighs loudly and puts down her phone. She looks up at me with jealous contempt in her eyes. No surprise there.

"What do you want, princess?" She asks with a sneer. As if it isn't her job to help me. It's annoying how people in this school don't know who I am.

"Princess Cotton to you." I cross my arms below my chest and glare down at her. "What I need is for you to tell me which room Rita Torres is in."

"She's awfully popular these days." She snorts. "What business do you have with the troll?"

I respond by narrowing my eyes in disapproval. I feel a new feeling when she calls Rita 'troll'. It's a heat rising from my stomach. "She's my friend." It feels weird to say out loud. I don't think I've ever admitted it. After spending some time with her at the gym. I actually tolerate the fatty better than most people. I guess that makes us friends.

"Wouldn't you have her room number then? Or her phone number to text her?"

Uggh! You are so annoying! Just do what I say! "Listen, you grouchy bitch. She's in my workout group and we haven't exchanged info yet." Her dark shadowed eyes expand in shock at my outburst. "You are going to tell me which room Rita's in before I bitch slap you with my tits until your face is black and blue to match your goth aesthetic." I squeeze my arms to heft my tits and emphasize that I both can and will slap her with them.

"Calm down, princess. No need to get violent." Chastened, she taps at her computer for a moment and gives me Rita's room number.

"That wasn't so hard. Next time do what I ask without the sass, okay?"

"Whatever, princess." She rolls her eyes. I make a note to tell Daddy about her attitude. I'm sure we can arrange for her to be more respectful.

The next time, she'll call me 'princess' with respect.

I step off the elevator into the common room. Each residence has a different layout. I haven't spent much time in upperclassmen's residence buildings. I had to consult the markings to know which way to Rita's room.

My consideration is interrupted by an annoying condescending voice. "You lost, freshie?"

I feel the hair on my neck rise. Why don't these peasants know their place? When I turn around, I have the perfect cheer smile. Time for Big Cotton Energy.

"So kind of you to notice!" I walk over to the group of girls. I look at the group, sizing them up. Four girls, looks-wise from 1-10, 3 of the girls are 6s and one is a 7. By the books on the table, probably psychology majors. Everything about them is average. "I was looking for my friend, but you girls are perfect!"

I walk over to them and pull out my phone. "You can help me cheer on the team for Saturday? It's the first game of the season, and the boys would love to know everyone's behind them." I position myself in the middle of the group and bring them in for a selfie. They roll their eyes at first, but I insist. You can't resist school cheer.

"What's your Stargram handles? I can tag you in the picture." Two of the 6s decline. I tag the other two and post the picture. "Thanks ladies! Can you point me to Rita's room?"

"Rita? The troll?" One of the 6s replies. I feel the heat come back at that word. Am I feeling protective of Rita? "How is she friends with someone like you?"

Without breaking my perfect smile, I reply. "I have friends of all types." I don't. But I'll be damned before I let these bitches know.

"Whatever. Her room's down that way." The 7 points down a hallway.

"Thanks! Go Bucks!" I give a cheer and head on my way.

The cheer mask falls off as soon as I'm in the hallway. I got their Stargram handles for later. I have an idea to put them in their place. I feel the heat settling in my stomach as I start plotting against them. I've never been upset for someone else before.

It's oddly nice.

I find the fatty's door and knock. I don't have to wait long before it opens.

"What're you doing here, bimbo?" There's no heat in the words. Rita just seems annoyed. Nothing Big Cotton Energy can't overcome.

"Oh shut it, chubs. I'm here to pick you up for our workout." I push past her into the room. "You're not going in that, are you?"

I call her 'chubs', but looking at her body I give her a solid 7 out of 10. She's wearing a comfy zip-up fleece crop-top which shows her cute little muffin top. She's wearing the matching fleece booty shorts, which leave her thicc thighs out with slight squish from the shorts. She's super cute! I don't know where those losers got troll from.

"I was finishing my homework. I'll change in a minute." Rita closed the door and sat down at her desk.

I look at the two beds in the room. One is messy, the other is perfectly made with extra pillows and everything. I am sure the neat one is is Rita's. I pick that bed to lie down on my back.

"Well, hurry up, I'm bored!" I punctuate 'bored' by putting my feet against the wall.

"What's the problem? No thoughts in that empty blonde head of yours to entertain you?"

"Nothing to do but bother you." I amuse my self by moving my legs into different split positions. I wonder about the bulge I saw in John's pants. I'd rather be getting filled by that right now.

"I'm not going to get rid of you? Am I?" The fatty closed her laptop and interrupted my day dream.

"Nope!" I roll off the bed and spread my arms like a 'Y'. "I have an idea! Do you have a jersey like this?" I shake my school jersey to emphasize my question.

"No, I don't have a jersey and I don't have your huge tits."

"It's not a competition, chubs. It wouldn't hurt you to show some school spirit. Besides, a post with me will be good for your costume Starsgram."

"How do you know about my Starsgram?" She's cute when she's bashful.

"The loser at the library showed me. You have some real talent!"

"Loser? You mean John? My boyfriend showed you my Stargram?" She put her hands on her cheeks and squirmed in her chair.

"Yes, he's head over heels for you. He said you'd make me a costume for the Fall Costume Ball."

"John said that about me?" She's eating this up. I don't know if I've ever seen such pure joy at such basic praise. What kind of life has she lived?

"Tell you what." I move over to her and pull her out of her seat. Being bottom-heavy she’s harder to move. "I'll buy a jersey for you and Miss Maria. We can take a picture together at the gym."

"Hmmm, I don't know." I don't give her a choice and push the fatty towards the door. She must want to go because I don't think I could move her if she didn't want me to.

"Put on your shoes, let's go!"

“Fine. Fine. Stop pushing me.”

While she's bending over to put on her shoes, I take a selfie for her contact photo. It's perfect it has her face, surprised and pressed into my boob.

"What's your number so I don't have to deal with the cranky girl down stairs?"

"You met Gerta?"

"Her name is Gerta? Talk about name matching the person!"

"John calls her that." The fatty finished tying her shoes and stood up. "Her full name is Gerta the Grouchy Goth."

"I'm SOOO going to make that stick." I open the door so we can go. "Phone number?"

The fatty gives me her number. She nervously glances down the hallway towards the common room before heading to the stairwell. She wants to avoid the mean girls. I feel that heat in my stomach again.

Don't worry, chubs. You've got a boss bitch on your side. I won't let those basic bitches bully you.

Only I get to bully Rita.