Strip Game - A Whirlwind Summer

41. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐇 2

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𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀

Ashley and Molly were just returning with sodas when Tiffany strutted over like the Queen of Petty, flanked by her two overly-glossed minions.

Her outfit.. or lack thereof.. looked like it had lost a fight with a swimsuit sale. A red string bikini top, glitter heels, and a barely-there mesh skirt. Her friends didn’t look any less... breezy.

The music dimmed behind my pulse.

"Well, well," Tiffany said sweetly, her eyes landing on me like a knife tip. "Didn’t know they let wallflowers bloom this late."

Ashley rolled her eyes, sipping her soda with forced calm. "And yet here you are, still sniffing around our bouquet."

Tiffany ignored her and cocked her head at me. "You wore that, Luna? What is this—Molly’s annual ‘Dress a Charity Case’ mission?"

My fingers tightened on my cup. I felt heat rise in my cheeks, but before I could say anything, Molly stepped between us.

"Try again, Barbie. You’ve had three seconds of peace. Let’s see if you can hit four without choking on your ego."

But Tiffany’s eyes slid to Ashley, like she’d been waiting for this moment.

"Awwn, is Ash gonna cry again? Must be so hard watching me with Travis. He doesn’t even see you. Not even when you’re practically twerking in his face."

Ashley’s cup cracked in her hand.

I reached for her wrist. "Ash—"

Tiffany smirked and stepped closer. "You can’t stand it, can you? You try so hard to be ‘the girl,’ but you’ll always be second-tier. Even Travis knows that."

Crack!

The slap was so loud, the bass had nothing on it. Tiffany stumbled back, clutching her cheek, mouth agape.

"Oh no," I whispered. "It’s happening." Molly said next.

Then chaos exploded. Tiffany launched herself at Ashley, shrieking. Her friends joined the mess, yanking Ashley’s hair, trying to grab her arms.

Molly leapt in like she’d been waiting for an excuse. "You picked the wrong night, Malibu!"

She shoved one of the girls off Ashley, fists flying. I ran forward and tried to pull Tiffany off—but one of her friends shoved me hard in the shoulder.

I stumbled and hit the floor, the soda spilling beside me.

"Luna!" Kyle’s voice hit like thunder, and suddenly he was there, crouched down, grabbing my arms. "Are you okay? Did she hit you?"

"I—I’m fine," I mumbled, a little breathless.

He helped me up, steadying me with one arm around my waist just as the boys stormed in.

Chris dove straight into the fight, dragging Ashley off with both arms. "Ash—ASH—okay! I love the passion, babe, but not the WWE audition!"

Jeff appeared next, grabbing Molly who was still swinging. _Someone call security—or the Avengers!"

Tiffany’s hair was a mess, one earring missing, and her mascara halfway down her cheek.

Then came Travis.

He stormed in just as Tiffany shrieked at Ashley again, trying to push past Chris.

"Tiffany, enough!" His voice boomed across the room. "You’ve made your point—badly."