Inviting the Virgin: Dealing With the Aftermath (Old Version)

Eleven :45 Minutes to Destruction:

The sounds of shears stirred a sick satisfaction in me. With each lock of blonde hair that fell onto the plush carpet, the grin on my face grew larger. It wasn't a traumatic experience like mine in the girl's washroom but there was something better knowing that Leslie was letting me hold the scissors to her hair as I cut it off just below the ears. I at least had the good conscious to cut it evenly for her. Who was the one laughing now?

"You're going to regret," she hissed through gritted teeth.

I let out a laugh in response. "I think we're about square now." As I spoke I used her shoulders to aid as I rose upwards. She shrugged my hands off her shaking shoulders. Leslie was under the impression that this was cruel of me to do but I had a difference of opinion.

"Well just about even." My eyes narrowed in on her. "I still owe you a black eye but I'm feeling a little generous tonight." I took two steps back to my safe side of the room, receiving many glares from their side.

With each minutes passing we were growing antsy. The points were close enough that I caught myself biting my nails multiple times.

Our Team: 900

Their Team: 1100

Leslie had originally protested the cutting off of her hair but after Nancy whispered something in her ear, she complied easily. There was a grimace across her face; however, whatever Nancy had said was much worse than what she was about to face. Oh how our secrets weighed us down. I let out a chuckling thinking about how to stop our secrets from getting out we were creating new ones.

"You bitch," Leslie spat at me but I didn't take it personally. Her hands racked over her hair, using her fingers to comb the now short strands. I spent the first night doing the exact same thing.

People at school would say it's just a new trend.

I shrugged my shoulders. This was war and if we didn't start trying to win we never would. As I thought about winning my eyes glanced over to Stella. She seemed rather bored with all that was occurring. She sat patiently, only doing what was required, barely speaking. I couldn't help but wondering what she was up to.

My curiosity was wearing on me. We'd all be squared up in points but Stella had spared Holly completing a dare. It was silly. Tasha dared Holly to call her boyfriend and tell him a fake pregnancy scare. Holly was even willing to complete the task but Stella had stopped her. She said that this wasn't her fight to fight and that she was only meant to fill a seat.

She had whispered the request but it didn't go unnoticed and neither did Nancy ramming her hand up everyone's asses and using them as a puppet. A smirk came across Leslie's face. I couldn't imagine anything Nancy saying at this moment that would comfort Leslie's composure.

"Stella, truth or dare." She leaned across the table, resting on her elbows.