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That’s the Spirit (Literature)
🕑 Added 2020-07-17 12:40:50 +0000 UTC Hannah jogged up to the activity entrance of the school, her duffel bag slapping against her side as she went. It was a beautifully bright afternoon, the perfect weather for a rousing match of football. Hannah could already hear the buzz of the crowd all the way over at the football field, even from all the way at the doors, but she couldn’t linger. The match was due to start in half an hour, but the cheer team had to be ready earlier, and Hannah was already running late. Awkwardly trying to be quick while also wearing uncomfortable but fashionable pumps, Hannah jogged her way through the halls to the locker room to meet up with the rest of her team, adjusting her hair to be less unkempt before entering, only to nearly charge into a group of fellow cheerleaders already dressed and heading for the field. Hannah graciously waved them past before heading inside.
Nearly the entire team was dressed, save for some errant panties still to be covered by red skirts. Hannah nodded and smiled to all the team members as she shimmied through them over to her locker next to Emma, who was bending down to adjust the way her bag sat in her locker, skirt around her ankles. “Hey there, Cherry Top,” Hannah greeted her with a light smack on her crimson-pantie-clad butt.
As Hannah’s hand glanced off her backside, Emma straightened and frowned at Hannah. Without a word, she bent back down to hike up her skirt. Her bad mood didn’t surprise Hannah much. It’d been like this all week with her, but it was her own damn fault. First it was by her own overconfidence that she had to cough up $1,000 to so many of their fellow students, all because she didn’t believe Candice would strip herself naked if ignored. Then she tried embarrassing Hannah, only to end up having to walk to the principal’s office while butt-ass nude. No one but herself to blame.
Hannah slid over to the end of the row of lockers, dropping her duffel bag onto the bench. As Hannah lifted her creme-color tube top over her head, bra-less boobs flopping free, Emma kicked her locker shut and moved to leave. Hannah smirked after her. “Still waiting on that check, by the way.”
Emma responded by stopping in her tracks, hooking her thumbs under her skirt and jerking her panties downward, then bending forward and lifting up the back of her skirt to present her pale, shapely buttocks to Hannah, a spiteful moon more than a teasing one. Hannah chuckled to herself as Emma recovered her cheeks and followed the others out, leaving Hannah alone in the locker room. Hannah let her laughs get louder as she dropped her jeans and underpants to ball up and throw in her locker with her top. As amusing as Emma’s sour mood was, she really did have to get going. Hannah fished around in her duffel bag for her set of crimson underwear to match the red and white of the rest of the uniform, but moved so quickly that she accidentally backhanded the bra out of the bag and onto the locker room floor. Still chuckling to herself, Hannah bent down to scoop it up. She grabbed it by the strap, but paused. Did she hear something?
Hannah’s eyes shot open wide and she yelped, quickly standing. While she had been bent over, something had been forced into her butt. She quickly spun around to see a giant foam finger with the school’s logo across the knuckles jammed finger-first between her butt cheeks. Then she looked higher and saw the emerald-eyed, self-crowned queen bee, Luna. “Evening, Hannah,” Luna cooly greeted the flummoxed blonde. The dark-haired dominator was wearing a white long-sleeve shirt with a little red Tina Tiger - the school mascot - cheering with pom-poms in her paws.
Hannah reached back and yanked the foam finger out from between her cheeks before throwing it at Luna’s feet. “The hell you doing in here?”
Luna twirled a dark lock of hair around her finger. “Same as you. Prepping for the big game.”
It suddenly struck Hannah that she was standing butt naked and uncovered in front of Luna, someone more than likely to take advantage of a situation like that. Hannah quickly reached into her duffel bag and pulled out her uniform, holding the clothing over her front with an arm wrapped over her chest. She tried to sound snarky and confident, like Luna’s foam finger surprise hadn’t stirred any bad memories of similar, beachside incidents. “I don’t have time for this. What do you want, Luna?”
Luna chuckled and folded her arms, seemingly amused by Hannah’s defensiveness, especially how tightly she held that uniform against her body. “My little birds are awfully chatty lately, catching me up on so many rumors. First I hear that poor little dork Candice was running around the halls in her birthday suit. Next, her skirt flies up and she’s presenting her panties to everyone in the courtyard.”
Hannah’s stomach tightened into a knot. She took a step back, but still tried to keep her voice confident, even attempting a chuckle. “No, Luna, that wasn’t us, none of us did those things to her. That was all Candice! She stripped herself naked in front of the class and ran out by herself! She got stuck on a tree in the windstorm! We literally did nothing! You can ask Emma, we did nothing!”
“We’ve already talked,” Luna looked down her nose at Hannah. Was she closer to Hannah than before?
Hannah took another step back, nearly at the wall. “Well, then you know she’s the one that lost the bet in the first place. So go punish her or whatever.”
“Oh, tart,” Luna laughed, “That ill-advised wager cost that girl $17,000. She’s paid quite enough.”
Without even consciously doing so, Hannah backed up until her bare back and butt were pushed against the cold, cold wall. “Then why’re you here? I didn’t to anything to Candice!”
Luna tsk-tsked, definitely getting closer to Hannah, her arms crossed behind her back and an evil lilt to her grin. “See, tart, sometimes it’s about keeping things even. Most times it’s to who I think deserves it. But more often what’s more important to me…” She took another step closer, and Hannah swore her eyes were glowing. “…is having fun. And I think this will fit all three.”
All of Hannah’s meager confidence melted. She tried to dart around Luna, but Luna was so damn quick! Pulling one arm out from behind her back, she kept Hannah pushed against the wall, Hannah’s uniform fluttering to the ground, leaving her completely vulnerable. Hannah squirmed and tried to wiggled free, keeping her thighs pressed together and using both hands to try and push Luna off to no success. Luna brought her other hand out and held it by her head, something clutched between her thumb and forefinger. Hannah panicked when she saw what it was: her hypnotism watch. But by the time she realized what it was, it was too late to look away. Hannah was helpless to do anything but keep her eyes on the watch face as it swung back and forth, back and forth, her eyelids getting heavier and Luna’s cooing getting murkier, until her eyes closed shut and Luna’s voice wrapped around her and her mind, Hannah feeling like she was wrapped in the warmest hug before the world went away.
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Finally, Hannah woke, darkness pounded away by an unbearable headache. Rubbing her temples, Hannah looked around. She was sat up against the wall in the empty locker room. Luna was gone, but it felt as if traces of her voice still lingered in Hannah’s ears, just not speaking any words Hannah understood. As the headache faded, Hannah used the wall to stand, only to look down and find she had been dressed, at least in her crimson underwear. If that had been part of Luna’s play, Hannah couldn’t fathom the reason. The headache was gone after one more wave. Hannah was a little unsteady in standing, but otherwise felt fine, like she had awoken well-rested from a nice sleep.
She peered up at the clock. Only five minutes had passed. Hannah flexed her fingers, lifted herself onto tiptoes, sang the alphabet song in her head, scanned every bit of her brain she could, but she didn’t feel any different. She felt completely normal. Her cheerleader uniform was still where it had been dropped. Scooping it off and flapping it out a few times to knock the dust off, Hannah pulled the top over her head with a smug chuckle. She should have known it was just a mind game, just putting the fear of Luna into her. She probably figured after that embarrassment on the beach that Hannah would be whipped into line, that she wouldn’t need more than a cheap scare to keep it that way. Probably wasn’t even the right watch, just some trinket she nicked out of mommy’s jewelry drawer to distract Hannah while she went for a pressure point. “Oh, I’ve learned my lesson,” Hannah joked to herself as she pulled up her skirt. “I’ve learned it alright.” After styling her bangs out of her face and bouncing up and down in the mirror in satisfaction, Hannah remembered she was even later than before and haphazardly shoved her duffel bag into her locker and kicked it shut before she jogged off to the football field.
The crowd was even bigger than when Hannah had arrived; she could hear it before she even got outside! Bleachers were packed on all sides, each school’s spirit section already shouting fight songs and expletives directed at the other team. The coaches and players, meanwhile, conversed cordially as they stretched and huddled up. And it was a beautifully vibrant day for it, clear skies and bright sun over a gleaming green field, but a gentle enough breeze to make things oh so very pleasant. The band ended its number with a resonant *blart* from the tuba as Hannah jogged onto the grass, and she added her clapping to the round of applause that followed. Nothing quite like the energy of a big game day! Any last shred of paranoia from Luna’s little display evaporated as soon as the coaches shook hands and blew their whistles. Game on!
Sidling by those on the sideline, Hannah grabbed her pom-poms from the bin near the bleachers and jumped between her fellow cheerleaders, none of whom seemed worried by her tardiness. Everyone just cheered and shook their pom-poms as the players took positions and the first kick-off took place, the home team blowing past the challenger, all the way to the thirty yard line. Woo hoo! Go Tigers! Shake the pom-poms! It always felt a bit token to Hannah to overhype every little moment, but it got the crowd pumped, and that’s why they were there, after all. Shake away!
After a few plays and a turnover to the other team, Hannah felt someone nudge into her. Emma had snuck up next to her, and her expression was a lot softer than it had been in the locker room. Front set of cheeks facing her too! “Hey,” Emma said, “I realize I’ve been… kind of a bitch lately.”
Hannah grinned. “Well, can’t really blame you. I’d be pissed too if my poor judgment cost me so much cash.” Hannah immediately wondered if she should have phrased it that way, but felt some relief when Emma laughed with her. Hannah was never truly worried about Emma’s despondence, but she was glad she got over it so soon. She was no fun all bottled up.
A tackle just before the ten-yard line sparked another round of cheers and pom-pom-shaking. Emma turned back to Hannah with a grin. “Still, you would have really livened up the halftime routine. Maybe the next bet.” They laughed again before Emma skipped back over to her place in the line-up, but Hannah felt more puzzled than amused. Something in Emma’s tone when she brought up Hannah’s prospective losing punishment for the wager, the way she brought it up at all, it didn’t sit right with Hannah. Nonetheless, she shrugged it off. Just a harmless joke hit by some leftover paranoia from Luna. Besides, it was just Emma. She was no threat at all; the car wash escapade had proven as much. Hannah couldn’t help but grin remembering how pathetic Emma had looked on all fours, naked head to toe, and what fun it was hosing the soap off Emma’s naughty bits. If they were planning punishments for another bet, Hannah already had one in mind…
The game continued, cheers and hollers at every fumbled ball and almost-there touchdowns, but neither team was giving the other much distance, equally matched in preventing the other from reaching the end zone. The tension was so palpable it felt like the weather itself was shifting, sun burning brighter overhead, the field itself getting warmer. It was literally anyone’s game, and the stands were positively swarming with fans! Hannah rarely felt like the squad’s cheering at every little moment was token during that game, what with every move perhaps deciding the course of the game! Nary a point had been scored before the halftime whistle blew. Hannah was well aware no one was really all that focused on her and the other cheerleaders as they hustled over to begin their routine - everyone just wanted to see the next half already! - but it felt like all the tension had been placed squarely on them as they took the players’ places. The game had set some high expectations. Time to bring the house down! Hannah took her spot, front and center, and all the cheerleaders raised their pom-poms straight overhead, and the music kicked on.
As soon as the opening riff began, something stirred within Hannah, nothing uncomfortable, just peculiar. When she moved her arms to her sides, it felt strange, like her mind was ahead of her body and the motion itself was happening late. But weirdest of all, she felt a weird weight in her panties. It was something tough, but it wasn’t so intrusive that she couldn’t spin in place and kick her foot up to her head. The show could go on, but Hannah was a bit unsettled, especially by the way her thoughts suddenly seemed to drift around in her mind. The beginning of the routine went on without a hitch, pom-poms sparkling in the sun and cheerleaders kicking their legs in perfect synchronicity. “Tigers gonna throw them to the floor!” they all cheered. “Come on Tigers, let’s go!”
It was at the ‘Let’s go!’ that the weird feelings in Hannah began to balloon bigger. For one thing, she couldn’t call out the cheer, any part of it. It was like her throat closed of its own accord and kept her from speaking. But then Hannah, not of her own volition, dropped her pom-poms and brought her hands down from over her head. Starting to panic, Hannah tried desperately to move her arms back over her head, but she couldn’t! Her body was literally moving on its own! Hannah’s legs kept bouncing her to the rhythm, but her hands were brought in from her sides to the bottom of her shirt. Out of some power other than Hannah’s own, her fingers wrapped around the hem of her cheerleading uniform’s top. Before she could realize what was happening, her hands gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled up, flashing to the audience Hannah’s well-endowed cleavage barely contained by her crimson bra. In horror, Hannah was helpless as her hands hoisted the top over her head, balled it up, and tossed it to the sidelines. And like nothing had happened, Hannah’s body went back to automatically performing the routine, jumping and dancing in time with all the other cheerleaders, a smile on her face the entire time. The audience cheered even louder than they had before, and though all the other cheerleaders looked to Hannah with shock and worry, since Hannah kept going, they just continued to perform like nothing was the matter, like Hannah wasn’t nearly topless in front of the audience.
What the hell is going on?! Hannah thought before her eye caught something shifting in the stands. Lurking beside of the bleachers was none other than Luna! If she could have moved her body, Hannah would have smacked her palm onto her forehead. This was her trance, was it? Get her to strip in front of everyone? Suddenly, it began to make sense, what with what Luna had said about talking to Emma, what Emma said about halftime. Hannah fought to turn her head, only able to twist an inch, but it was enough to make out Emma’s bouncing red locks nearby and the bitter smile on her face. In that moment, Hannah got a pretty good idea how Luna had gotten a hold of that hypnotist’s watch. Was this their plan, then? Get Hannah to suffer through her losing punishment just like Emma had? Hannah would have laughed. Was Emma really that petty she had to get Luna involved? For her own failure, no less? And for just a little public boob flash?
While Hannah wasn’t exactly relieved when she put that together, any semblance of confidence from laughing at the situation left her when she looked back to Luna. The dark-haired queen bee was holding something black and boxlike, a remote. An eerily familiar remote… Luna adjusted said remote, and Hannah felt like all her blood had drained out of her body. The little weight in her panties had begun to vibrate, and none too gently. The weight, Hannah realized, was none other than Mr. Wiggles, and he was already racing into action. Despite her trance and automatic movements, Hannah still felt her hips swaying from side to side with Mr. Wiggles rubbing at her intimate spots. Hannah was getting hot down there. She couldn’t stop her gasps. Emma gave Luna more than the watch. This was going to be a lot worse than a little flashing…
Hannah struggled to regain control of her body, to break the trance, but found no success. Her body kept twisting, dancing, cheering with all the others. It was hard to keep a solid line of thought going, all of Hannah’s thoughts scattering to the winds, if not from the trance, then from the toy lizard constantly vibrating against her most sensitive parts. The arousal was clouding her mind, the hypnotism fogging out the rest, and every attempt at snapping out of it went only half-finished before another vibration snatched it away. Still, Hannah felt she was close when the others called out another “Let’s go!”. Immediately, Hannah’s arms bent, hands flying to her hips, thumbs hooking over the waistband of her skirt. In one swift, automatic motion, Hannah shucked her skirt down to her ankles, kicking it over with her forlorn top as she rose her leg up in routine. Hannah was performing only in her crimson undies! Again, the crowd hollered louder, and the cheerleaders kept up the routine, though many had momentarily slowed or stopped with bewilderment at Hannah’s continuing striptease, Hannah smiling the whole time. Hannah’s eyes darted back over to Luna, who smirked wider as she adjusted the remote. Mr. Wiggles began to vibrate harder, and even a trance couldn’t have prevented Hannah from gasping. Her hips were swiveling more and more, and the routine called for Hannah to spin around and give a quick booty shake to the crowd, Hannah groaning as her body thrust its panty-clad posterior out to the crowd before spinning back around so hard that her boobs almost rocketed out of her bra. She thought she heard some comments around her about some bulge in her panties that was vibrating, but she genuinely didn’t know. Every sound around her blended and blurred against the vibrations of that damn toy lizard! Hannah swore she would smash that stupid thing after this was over!
Even though Mr. Wiggles was getting feistier, Hannah still tried in vain to break free from the trance. She focused on the foggy feeling in her mind and tried to think clearly, say the alphabet backwards, remember the name of her fifth grade teacher, but every time a new hit of pleasure interrupted. More than arousal, panic flooded her mind. Luna wasn’t backing down, and things were only going to get worse. If Hannah couldn’t break free and end this now, things were going to be really bad! It was her own body, she could control it! But Mr. Wiggles kept pulling her thoughts away. The routine bid Hannah to suddenly drop in a squat, and the movement pushed Mr. Wiggles deeper into off-limits territory. Hannah jumped up and down, which only caused the toy to jostle even more against her privates at a variety of angles. Hannah felt like she was going cross-eyed! Her face was turning red! The erratic movement of the lizard coupled with the friction of her bra against her nipples, making them bigger and irritated to the point Hannah swore they were already visible! Though she might have jinxed herself with that thought… Before long, those terrible words were cheered out again. “Let’s go!”
Hannah’s heart skipped a beat as the phrase made her arms drop and reach behind her back. Her fingers began to fiddle with the clasp of her bra. Thoughts firing in every direction, Hannah tried in desperation to stop herself, to regain control of her limbs and stop things there and then, to pull the stupid toy out from her panties and keep her bra covering her boobs! But Hannah’s fingers did not obey. Instead, they worked until the clasp came undone. Even through the trance, Hannah felt the support fall from her breasts. And like that, Hannah slid her shoulders out from the straps, and her hands tossed the undergarment aside with the rest of her uniform, leaving her completely topless in front of an incredibly packed and even more incredibly loud audience. The sun shone directly on her bare chest as her uncovered breasts swung side to side with her dancing, her pert pink nipples out for all to gawk at as her exposed boobs flopped free, bouncing up and down as Hannah jumped in place and pumped her arms, sparkling with sweat. Hannah was mortified, but without even the expression to show it! Her face still wore that smile, like she was having the time of her life. In reality, she was screaming on the inside, and she could still feel her face burning red as her embarrassment reached a fever pitch. But Hannah felt the smile wasn’t as big as before… was the spell weakening?
That had been the bridge too far for the other cheerleaders, who all stopped and motioned for the music to end. The underwear had been permissible enough, but as soon as nudity entered the picture, the act was over, despite the disappointed cries from the stands as the show ended. As the music quieted before dying completely, Hannah’s movement similarly slowed, and the fog began to part in her mind. The trance was fading, and Hannah was slowly regaining control of her body. As soon as she regained control of her arms, she quickly gripped her panties and forced them down to her buckling knees. “Ahnn!” Hannah dropped to her knees, gasping and panting for breath, phantom vibrations still buzzing against her privates. The bleachers had gone completely silent. Then the audience began to point and jeer.
It took what felt like ages for Hannah’s senses to return. Her mind was cleared of all the fog, but every thought at that point was the same horrified realization. Trembling with arousal and humiliation, Hannah slowly opened her eyes and looked down at her exposed body, her gleaming breasts and thighs, her bare privates. Her panties around her knees were soaked with a little wind-up lizard laying in the middle, stubby legs still slowly pawing at the fabric before finally going still. The horror only worsened as sound began to refill around Hannah, all the jeers and hollers from everyone in the stands. They were all looking at her, seeing every inch of her… “Smile, Hannah!” “Yo, was she playing with herself?!” “Kinky!”
“No…” Hannah’s whisper was lost in the uproar. She started to yell, “Stop looking at me! Stop it! Please!” She moved her hands to cover her crotch, but pulled them away when she felt how wet and raw her pussy had become. She looked around for her uniform, but it was gone, as was Luna. Instead, Hannah reached out and picked up her dropped pom-poms to cover her chest and privates, carefully standing up with her wet red panties still around her knees. When other cheerleaders moved to help her, she just shouted at them and spun around to force them away. “Get away from me!” she shouted. “No one look at me!”
With her panties around her knees, Hannah couldn’t run, only hobble away with buckled knees, but at that point she was so embarrassed she couldn’t think straight enough to pull them up. She faintly remembered that she was leaving her booty uncovered for the football players and everyone else behind her to peep at, her bare cheeks jiggling and clapping together as she awkwardly staggered her way towards the activity entrance. She spun around to hide her butt as she left the field, but spun around soon after to open the doors, head spinning and ass wobbling from the speed of the turn. Hannah tried for a few moments to force open the door while still holding her pom-poms before roaring in anger and throwing her only cover away so she could hurry inside the school. Thankfully, the other cheerleaders formed a wall and prevented anyone from following her in, though the crowd certainly tried, their phone cameras flashing. Streaking nude through the hall, glancing over her shoulder caused Hannah to finally trip and land on her hands and knees on the school tiles. She looked behind her again to see the cameras flashing faster, the crowd cheering as she presented her bare butt. She also saw one of the cheerleaders turned to look after her: Emma, grinning more smugly than Hannah had ever seen her grin before. Hannah took that moment to finally, angrily, pull her legs out of her panties, removing Mr. Wiggles and throwing him a distance ahead. When she got up to run the rest of the way to the locker room, she made sure to stomp extra hard on the toy, green plastic skidding across the floor.
When Hannah burst into the locker room, she slammed her panties into the nearest trash bin and darted over to crouch in front of her locker, rapidly putting in the combination so she could get her clothes and immediately go home. She stopped while reaching for the handle, however, noticing a little paper note taped to the door: “That’s the spirit. -Luna.” Already fearing the worst, Hannah pulled open the locker. Sure enough, Hannah’s duffel bag was missing from the locker. All that was inside was a spare Tina Tiger mascot head, Hannah’s car keys dangling from its toothy, smiling underbite. With a roar of anger, Hannah slammed a fist at the locker above hers before she plucked the keys from the mascot head and took the head out from the locker. Hannah held the head over her naked front as she left the locker room, intending to preserve as much modesty as she could while streaking to the parking lot, but when she heard quiet voices echoing down the hall, she groaned and placed the mascot head over her own, more concerned at that point with concealing her identity above all else. It was tough to see through the eye holes and it reeked of years of sweat, but Hannah took off running before any of the other cheerleaders could catch up to her and confront her with what had happened on the field. She couldn’t run terribly fast, though, with her knees still weak from Mr. Wiggles’ antics. Hannah folded her arms over her chest as she moved as fast as she could.
Focused as she was on the voices ahead, Hannah accidentally wound up charging into a student walking the halls alone. “Whoa!” The two of them tumbled to the floor, Hannah falling and skidding along her front over the freshly-waxed tiles, seething at the friction against her already-sensitive breasts and pussy. The student tumbled to land on her butt, her stack of books scattering out from her arms. Scrambling to her feet, Hannah readjusted the mascot head and looked behind her, only to freeze. The student was Candice! Candice had been staying late for detention - another charge of indecent exposure - and was well surprised when a clothe-less Tina Tiger mascot suddenly barreled into her. As the bubble-butt nerd groaned and began to scoop up her books, Hannah darted to her feet and streaked away before Candice could tell who it was. Still a little dazed, Candice adjusted her glasses and watched the streaker go, bemused, unsure if she should take it as a sign of school spirit. She was doubly bemused, however, by the niggling thought that she recognized that Tina’s booty…
Hannah eventually caught up to the voices by the front door, reaching a few groups of students and a teacher talking to another all scattered around the doors. Hannah squeezed her chest tighter as they all noticed the buck-nude mascot charging their way. Reactions ran the gamut from fist-pumping and hooting in support, to shaking heads with upraised phone cameras, to the teachers stumbling back like Hannah had paused their pacemakers. It was maybe less than ten people, but Hannah still burned red with embarrassment like the world itself still had eyes on every jiggle that rippled through her exposed butt cheeks with every stride, the way her vulnerable pussy still hummed. Hannah had to lunge out of the way of one student aiming to land a hard smack on her rump as she pushed open the door and ran for the parking lot.
Hannah continued to clumsily streak her way through the parking lot. She passed a late tailgate, about half a dozen students hooting and raising their soda cans as she ran. “I knew our mascot was a pussycat for a reason!” “Nice bod, Tina!” Hannah had to bite her tongue to stop herself from yelling at them and revealing who she was. She just moved one hand over her butt as she passed, but held her keys with a vice grip in the other. The one hand barely hid her doughy cheeks from the hooting that got louder and louder. It took everything in Hannah’s power to not lash out or yell at them, to not do anything that would reveal her identity. She just needed to go before things got worse.
When she got close to her car, Hannah tried to force the key into the lock, but her hands were trembling and the mascot head so unwieldy that she almost immediately dropped them. Grunting in anger, Hannah pulled the mascot head off and threw it down the parking lot to roll into the gutter. Then she bent over to pick up her keys and managed to carefully unlock the door. When she opened the door, however, the seat wasn’t empty. There was a foam finger, the one Luna had poked into Hannah’s butt back in the locker room. Hannah threw that away too before driving away from the school as fast as she could.
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The next few days were hell for Hannah. She skipped the day immediately following the incident, but it did little to mitigate the constant mockery and ridicule. Every moment in the halls, between every class, some wiseass would lean over and call her a slut, if not give some sarcastic remark hoping the next halftime performance would be as good as the last. She pushed every single one of her hecklers into the lockers to shut them up, but they kept coming out of the woodwork to remind her of the humiliation. Claire kept calling with pathetic attempts at placating her, leaving messages full of excuses or half-baked ideas for inventions to help purge the pictures and videos from the internet, but Hannah denied every call and deleted every message.
The story eventually reached Candice through hearsay, and she was able to put two and two together with the streaking tiger. She was careful to keep a very wide berth from Hannah after learning that. At first she relished the story, but went on to be surprised at the sympathy she had for Hannah as the bully stormed through the halls in anger, pushing the rabble-rousers aside. It was a worse prank than anything Candice had ever experienced, and she felt a weird desire to reach out to Hannah and offer her some kind words. It was a feeling heavily outweighed, however, by the knowledge that Candice would more likely end up hanging from a flagpole by her undies if she crossed paths with Hannah in such a mood. So Candice let Hannah simmer by herself, hoping Hannah would fizzle out sooner rather than later.
To avoid another round of mockery, Hannah pushed her way into the restroom. She planted her hands on the sink and breathed heavy, looking up in the mirror to see her mascara smudging from angry tears. Hannah gripped the sides of the sink until her knuckles were whiter than it. That bitch Luna had gone way too far with this one. This was a worse shaming than anything to ever happen to her, and Hannah didn’t even do anything! Hannah had learned her lesson enough to tolerate coexisting with Luna, but now it was war. Getting Emma back would be the easy part. No matter how difficult it would be to take a knock at the queen bee herself, Hannah was going to throw her off the throne if it was the last thing she did.
