chapter 3- this means war (p2)

“Ha. A little? She knows she’s naturally sexy, so she dresses like that to rub it in everyone’s face.” Hannah blatantly explained.

“I hate people like that.” Kyra said trying to recover.

“Me too. I even heard that freshman year she’d suck her RA’s d*ck, so he would let her throw parties in her dorm without getting written up.” Hannah gossiped, as Kyra’s jaw dropped.

“No way.” Kyra gasped, as Hannah nodded profusely.

At that very moment, the lock to the bathroom door clicked. Kyra and Hannah both reflexively took a step back. The door slowly creaked open, revealing a face that Hannah would have preferred not to see.

“Spreading rumors about me at my own party Hannah? At least you found a hobby spreading something other than your legs.” Mia’s voice boisterously roared over the sound of the music.

“Ugh! Real funny coming from the girl dressed like a wh*re.” Hannah grunted, “BTW, you might wanna go find a bra, unless you want the whole house staring at your tits.”

“Isn’t the saying, ‘if you’ve got it, flaunt it?’ Unlike you, I don’t spend my life secretly dreading the day my 13-year-old cousin hits puberty and develops bigger tits than me.” Mia berated Hannah in a stingingly b*tchy tone.

“B*tch.” Hannah cursed under her breath, as she mustered an angry response, “FYI, showing your tits doesn’t fix your ugly face.”

“Here is a fashion tip, socks belong on your feet not in your bra.” Mia teased, as she reached for Hannah’s chest, only for Hannah to slap her hand away.

“Don’t touch me!” Hannah growled, as Mia looked down on her.

“Fine. Then get the f*ck out of my house.” Mia smiled, as Hannah abruptly turned around, barely missing whipping Mia with her short hair, and stomped down the steps. Feeling victorious, Mia set her sights on the plump ginger who was frozen in place next to her, “Who are you?”

“K-Kyra..” Kyra gulped, as she continued to process the altercation she’d just witnessed. Kyra could plainly see that Mia was, in fact, wearing a strapless bra underneath her tube top, which made Kyra wonder just how much she could trust Hannah’s account of this girl.

“Well I hate to break this to you ‘K-kyra,’ some girls look beautiful with or without make-up, but you’re not one of them. So, either put a bag over your head so no one else has to suffer or get the fuck out of my house with that little slut friend of yours.” Mia scathingly lambasted the traumatized freshman.

“b-but..” Kyra stammered hoping to explain her situation.

“Did I stutter?” Mia growled, as Kyra seemed petrified.

“C-can I pee first? Please?” Kyra sweetly asked while too fearful to apologize for any insult she may have caused.

“Yeah, but I don’t want a fat*ss like you breaking my toilet seat. Go downstairs like everyone else.” Mia announced with a pinch to Kyra’s pot belly as she closed the bathroom door and locked it with a key.

“Ugh!” Kyra pouted, as she couldn’t find the words to deal with such rudeness. Hannah had been right about one thing. Mia Preston was a total b*tch! Without anything to say Kyra backed away from Mia before hurrying out of the house. She’d regroup at her dorm and rationalize what had just happened.

“Good riddance fire-crotch.” Mia sighed, as she went downstairs and made her way toward the kitchen.

There were way more people here than she’d expected. She saw some Kappa Delta girls, some Chi Omega girls, and tons of guys from various frats and sports teams. This was out of control. Mia needed to find Kate. After passing the bathroom waiting line, Mia poked her head into the kitchen, but didn’t see Kate among the people drinking or playing pong. She headed into the party room, and that’s where she saw her big breasted blonde companion. Playing her own game of pong.

“How many people did you freaking invite Kate?” Mia asked in a loud enough fashion to get her attention. There was a sizable crowd around the pong table and they all turned to see what Mia had to say.

“Kinda in the middle of something right now, would you mind if we talked later?” Kate pleaded, as Mia walked right up next to her and poked her right in her meaty chest. Kate’s cumbersomely-long blonde hair was done in a French braid and Kate was wearing a tight white tank top with some jean shorts. She had clearly wanted to draw attention to herself, that’s why she’d invited so many people without telling Mia and it was why her cleavage was on full display. Unfortunately for Kate, Mia had to put her in her place. There were consequences for going behind her back, and for trying to upstage her.