𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 ; scream queens

𝐢𝐢. the golfing dicks

CHAPTER TWO
scream queens, scene two
"pilot/the golfing dicks"

   WALKING ALONG the campus, Abby takes a breath of fresh air. After the Rush Party last night, things had turned slightly sour. The Chanel's were beyond pissed about the new change, and wouldn't take no for an answer.

Looking down at the ground quickly, Abby suddenly bumped into someone, groaning. She stepped back and looked up to see none other than Chanel Oberlin standing there furiously.

Abby's eyes widened, "Oh my god- Chanel, I'm so sorry. I didn't look where I was going and-" Chanel raised her hand to stop her, shutting her up. "The hell you weren't. Watch your step, freak."

Abby frowned, tugging at her bag strap embarrassed as Chanel continued to stare at her, her facial expression going from angry to a smirk. Abby looked at her questionably, "What?"

"You're pledging Kappa, correct?" Abby nodded. "Well, by the looks of the other trash I saw last night, I'd say you're the most attractive. Come with me." Before she could answer, Chanel grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the quad.

Abby looked around to where she was dragging her to, and spotted Chad Radwell. He was the most popular guy on campus, head of the Dickie Dollars, and could get any girl he wanted.

Next to him was Boone Clemens, Chad's right hand man. The two of them were playing golf, their goal being to hit hippies in the head with golf balls.

Chanel and Abby stopped behind them, waiting impatiently as the two frat boys turned to look at them. Chad instantly knew what Chanel was there for and spoke up, "Look, I don't know what to tell you Chanel. If Kappa's suddenly filled with weirdos and fatties, there is literally no way you can be popular, and I need you to stay popular. 'Cause, if you wanna stay at the top of the list of pieces of ass I'm getting, there's criteria. And the criteria is you gotta be popular."

Chanel pulled Abby forward, "Not all of the pledges are ugly and fat. I mean, look at her, she's not all that ugly and at least knows how to correctly dress herself." Abby looked at Chanel offended.

Chad eyed Abby up and down, "Do you even know her name?" Chanel looked in thought for a moment before spluttering out, "Aggie, or Agatha. Something like that."

Abby looked at her weirdly, "It's Abby." Chanel shrugged her off and looked at Chad with hopeful eyes. Chad cringed, shaking his head, "Chanel, I'm not going to disagree that she is a fine piece of ass." Abby glared at Chad. "But it's still not going to happen."

Chanel whimpered as she stomped her foot, "But Chad-" Her whining was stopped by Boone, who turned around from golfing with an annoyed expression.

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there, because I'm getting really pissed off. Chad is an amazing person. Chad Radwell is the president of the Dickie Dollar Scholars, and he's super hot, and he doesn't have time for this." He snapped, waving her off.

Abby looked at him curiously, furrowing her eyebrows as she glanced between the three. Chanel frowned and started to throw a quiet fit, whimpering. Chad looked at her annoyed, "Are you fake crying? Stop fake crying. When you fake cry, you're so not hot."

Chanel sighed, heaving a deep breath, "I just think you are amazing, Chad. Anyone you dated would be popular. I mean, they would be popular because they're dating you."

Chad huffed, "Okay, Boone." He passed his golf club to Boone, who took it as Chad took his sunglasses off, "Thank you." He slowly walked towards Chanel, Boone looking at them.

"Look, Chanel, I'm a psychology major, so, I'll break this down into terms you'll understand. My ego, it's super strong. But it's not strong enough that I can just go around and date garbage people." Abby listened angrily at his words.

"Like, yes, I could find a random girl who wasn't popular, and, yes, if I started dating her, she'd then become popular." Chad stopped and thought for a moment before looking at Boone.

"That's a great idea for a movie. Somebody should make it. I'd see it." Chad exclaimed excitedly, Boone nodded, "Me, too. You know who should direct that movie? Michael Bay, the greatest director of all time." The two fist bumped.

Abby stared at them incredulously, her eyebrows raised in anger. "But I can't date a girl who was popular and then just stopped being popular." Boone stepped forward, "Because that would be crazy."

"It's crazy." Chad agreed, "Nobody's gonna see that movie. Do you know why nobody's gonna see that movie?" Chanel stuttered, embarrassed. Chad gave her a fake pout, "Because it never got made."

"But you said you loved me." Chanel argued, Abby started to slowly let her anger show. "I do sort of love you. I'd just love you a lot more if other people loved you, too."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Abby finally snapped, her quiet presence being known to the three of them again. Chad looked at her shocked, "What?" Abby scoffed, "You can't just go around and treat woman like props."

Chad rolled his eyes, "Listen, I can't date a garbage person, Chanel. I won't. I'm not gonna do that to myself." He continued, ignoring Abby's words.

Abby glared at him as she stepped closer towards him, "I'm not going to stand here and let you treat her like that. You're a sexist pig, Chad Radwell. And all you're good at is making people fake their orgasms with you."

Chad stared down at her as she neared dangerously close to his face, her eyes staring angrily into his own. "I may have only been here for a few days, but I know all about you. And I won't hesitate to hurt you, got it?"

Chad nodded slowly with his eyes widened, Abby smirked and stepped back, the shocked eyes of Chanel and Boone looking at her.

Abby turned to Chanel with a smile, "Go on, Chanel. You deserve better company." Chanel gave her a small hesitant smile, Abby walked forward and left Chanel, walking away.

Abby glanced back to see Boone's eyes still glued on her, she gave him a sly wink before looking away. She walked away as Chanel walked in the opposite direction.