Goth Queens vs. The Cheerleader

The day began as any other day would have. I woke up at 6AM, took my shower before school, got dressed in my favorite fall outfit, short sleeveless shirt and a cute skirt, put on my socks and shoes and headed off to school. As I walked through the front door and into my first period class, there was nothing to indicate that today was the day my life would change forever.

My name is Elizabeth but everyone just calls me Biz, I am a 18 year old senior in high school. I had a great life, I was popular, I was a cheerleader, I was considered attractive and had a good group of friends. I was 5’5, skinny, pale skinned, blue eyed, and brunette. I had a pretty face and was told I have a nice ass, but always felt subconscious about my small breasts. But all in all, I was happy and confident in my appearance.

I was super excited to be a senior and I loved pretty much all my classes, however there was one big exception, and that was gym class. Not only did I not have a single close friend in that class, but my locker was located directly next to the weirdest girls in school.

They called themselves the ‘Goth Queens’ and they always wore all black. They were all tall and intimidating looking and had attitudes to match. Veronica was the clear leader of the trio, she had dark persian skin with hair as black as the midnight sky. She was nearly 6 feet tall with shoes on, she had a deep commanding voice. She was slightly chubby and had a muscular build to her, I’m pretty sure she could beat up most boys at school. One thing was for sure, she was not to be messed with.

The other two girls clearly followed her lead, their names were Eva and Blair. They were also tall, but not quite as tall as Veronica. They each had pale as snow skin. Eva had her hair dyed black but with blue stripes while Blair had black dyed hair with green stripes. Unlike Veronica who was wider, these girls had a much more thin build to them.

The thing about those girls is none of them were really that unattractive, if they actually dressed normal and had regular hairstyles they could actually be quite pretty. But it was clear they had no intentions of ever doing that. They enjoyed being different, weird and intimidating to other girls. They never talked to anyone but themselves and everyone else just left them alone. Although alot of people did gossip about them, no one ever dared say anything to them, and for good reason. It was rumored these girls were satanic.

I tried to do the same, I didn’t want anything to do with them, but unfortunately for me my gym locker was assigned directly next to them, and when I would walk in to change my clothes into my gym uniform I could feel them watching, their eyes were all over me everytime I undressed into my thong underwear and bra before putting on my short gym shorts and shirt. They would just sit there and stare everytime. Blatantly stare. It was obvious they had a major crush on me. At first I even thought it was a little bit flattering.

But after months of them checking me out while changing, it got to the point where I had to change inside the stalls in the bathroom so they couldn’t stare at me in my bra and thong. It was clear that the girls were major lesbians, which I didn’t have a problem with since I supported LGBT rights and everything, but the way they stared at me was very inappropriate and made me uncomfortable, moving into the stalls to change was absolutely a no brainer.

There was a serious look of disappointment on their faces the first time I came out of the bathroom stall already in my gym clothes. But over time, that look of disappointment turned into something more of anger. It was clear they wanted me to undress infront of them again, but those days are over with, and they were going to have to get over it, or atleast that’s what I thought. Over a week had gone by of me changing in the stalls and I thought the issue was done and over with for good.

The school day went by like it normally did, I had a big test in Spanish class I felt like I aced, in Biology class we went on a walk outside that was refreshing, and during lunch I was able to chat away with all my friends, the day was going good, and the only class left in the day was Gym, but I no longer felt as much anxiety going to that class because I didn’t have to undress infront of the so called “Goth Queens” who loved to watch me.

I walked into the locker room and headed straight for the bathroom stalls as I have been doing for over a week now. I quickly changed into my gym outfit and walked back out to my locker where the Goth Queens were still hanging out. They were all staring directly at me as I walked up to my locker and knelt down to open it. For some reason I always got a little nervous around them, it was something about their attitude, their presence, the way they looked. It intimidated me, I fumbled my locker combination over and over because I was so startled. I could hear small bits of laughter each time I messed up my combination, causing me to get more nervous. After about my 8th attempt I finally managed to open my locker and throw my bookbag in there. My hands were shaking I was so nervous, this was very unlike me, something was off. They don’t normally stand directly over me when I kneel down to open my locker, it was strange and it made me extra nervous.

“Did you get that?” Veronica said outloud.

“Oh yes, I got the numbers!” Eva said laughing.

Startled by hearing them talk, I turned my head and looked at them briefly with a confused look on my face. They were all standing next to me just staring at me, making me even more nervous. They don’t usually talk to others.

“What the fuck are you staring at?” Veronica said with a nasty venom in her voice.

I froze dead in my tracks. I was so startled by what she just said to me that I just stood there like a deer in headlights, completely flabbergasted.

The Goth Queens all started laughing at me as I stood there in fear and confusion.

“Look at her, she’s shaking!”

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?”

“Awh, I think the little cheerleader is going to cry!”

The Goth Queens continued to laugh and stare me down. At this point it was very clear I was intimidated and scared of them. But more so than anything I was shocked beyond belief, not only could I not believe they were talking to me, which they have never done before, it was the way they talked to me, insulting me, putting me down, laughing at me, all while other girls are still in the locker room.

Finally, I snap out of my state of shock long enough to stutter out a response.

“W-w-what is your p-problem?” I say in a fragile voice.

The Goth Queens burst out in laughter again.

“Wha-wha-wha-whats your pa-pa-pa problem huh?” Veronica says, mocking my stuttering.

“Oh my god I seriously think she’s going to burst into tears!” Eva shouted.

“Watch out, she’s going to take out her pom poms and attack us!” Blair laughed.

Shocked and humiliated, I put my head down and decided the best thing to do was just turn around and walk away. I was too nervous and stuttering too much to engage in a verbal battle with them. I was rattled like I have never been before, all just from a few words. I wasn’t feeling my normal self.

I was shaking. My heart was beating out my chest. I felt so embarrassed. Did other girls in the locker room see and hear that? Will they spread rumors? Why were they being so mean to me? I’ve never done anything to them. Why was I so nervous around them? I hated confrontations and it clearly showed. I’m just too nice and soft spoken to handle situations like this.

For the rest of gym class my mind continued to race. It was impossible for me to focus. I couldn’t get over what happened. Those girls have never said a word to me before, but now all of a sudden they are going to belittle me in the locker room? They are loser outcasts! I’m a popular cheerleader, what gives them the right to insult me? I’m way better than them. I started to get angry, but everytime I saw them I got scared. I tried my best to avoid them for the entirety of gym class. I caught them staring at me a couple times, everytime it made waves of anxiety go through my body. I think at this point they knew I was scared of them and it empowered them.

I just wanted to go home. I was so stressed. I looked at the big clock above the fire exit. It read 2:55 PM. Just 5 minutes to go before I’m out of here I thought to myself. I looked around the room and was surprised when I couldn’t find any of the Goth Queens anywhere. A small sense of relief filled my body. Maybe they decided to leave early. Good.

The bell rang and I quickly walked into the locker room.

My heart sank as the first thing I saw were all three Goth Queens sitting on the bench right next to my locker. They were already dressed out of their gym clothes and in their regular Goth attire. But yet they were still sitting there, as if they were waiting for me. I started to get very nervous again, my hands were already shaking as I walked up and knelt down next to my locker. Without even looking at them I could just feel their eyes all over me.

Once again I found myself having serious trouble doing my locker combination properly due to my hands shaking. Over and over I messed it up. All while the Goth Queens stood over me watching, laughing at my repeated failures.

They counted out loud after each time I messed up.

“10!”

“15!”

“Oh my god is she going to make it to 20? What’s wrong with her?” They mocked.

I honestly was about to start crying, but I knew if I did they would mock me even more cruelly. I did my best to hold back my tears. I’ve always been a very sensitive girl and this was too much to handle. I’ve never been treated like this before.

The noise in the locker room got quieter and quieter as girls got dressed and started to head home. Filling me with an even greater sense of urgency. But my hands were shaking so much I just couldn’t do the locker combination.

“25!”

“30!”

Finally. After 31 attempts. My shaking hands finally were able to get the combination right and open my locker.

As I opened my locker it was like I got hit by a wall of bricks. My bookbag wasn’t there. I went into a mini shock. I felt a horrible pit in my stomach. Something was seriously wrong here.

The Goth Queens started laughing out loud as I sat still looking into my empty locker like an idiot.

Just from the way they laughed I knew they took my bookbag. There was no other explanation. They must have caught my combination from watching me opening my locker so many times and come in early to take my bookbag.

But I couldn’t move. I continued to just sit there still like an idiot looking at my empty locker.

The locker room was eerily quiet now. At this point all the girls have come in, changed and left. It was now just me and the Goth Queens all alone. My worst fear come true.

I slowly rose to my feet and turned to look at the Goth Queens, who were staring at me with bad intentions. They were so intimidating looking.

“C-can I p-please have m-my b-b-bookbag, I j-just want to go home.” I say, trying my best to sound strong. But it was no use, I was terrified of them, I didn’t even have enough courage to look them in the eyes. I looked scared and weak.

All three of them started laughing.

“Blair, go lock the door.” Veronica ordered.

Waves of anxiety rushed through my body upon hearing those words. They were up to something, and it wasn’t good.

I watched as Blair walked up to the entrance of the girl’s locker room and locked it. I was now seriously starting to get really nervous.

“I j-just w-want to go home.” I say again, in a quiet voice.

“Shut the fuck up.” Veronica said back almost immediately.

My jaw almost hit the floor hearing her say that, no one has ever talked to me like that in my life. Reality started to hit me about how serious of a situation I was in. Now only was I outnumbered, but these girls were so much bigger and stronger than me. I looked like a little girl compared to them.

The three of them now had me trapped and surrounded. Veronica stood infront of me. Eva and Blair to my sides, with only the lockers and bathroom behind me.

“Be a good girl and drop to your knees.” Veronica ordered, sounding confident.

I wanted to scream for help. Yell out for someone to come save me. But I couldn’t. I was so scared my voice didn’t work. I just stood there with a blank look on my face. I was frozen in place in complete shock, I couldn’t process that this was really happening.

Drop to my knees? Why? For what? But I was so scared and intimidated that I almost did drop to my knees before something inside me told me to stay put.

“Did I stutter? Get on your fucking knees right now.” Veronica said again, this time in a louder voice.

I could feel my knees getting weaker, her voice was so scary, I was feeling an overwhelming urge to drop to my knees right then and there, but once again a voice inside me told to stay standing.

“Just do what she says.” Eva warned.

“If I were you I’d do what she says.” Blair said with a laugh.

I took a deep breath to try to compose myself and looked up at Veronica, who was staring at me with a seriously scary look on her face.

Veronica began to slowly walk forward until she was standing directly infront of me. She was towering over me. I was so scared I thought I was going to pass out.

“I’m not going to ask you again, NOW DROP TO YOUR KNEES LITTLE GIRL, NOW! THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING!” Veronica yelled in the scariest voice I’ve ever heard.

I instantly dropped down to my knees without even thinking.

The small voice inside me telling me to hold firm and stay on my feet had run away. My heart pounding out my chest, my knees shaking, my voice gone from fear. I looked up at Veronica and I could see in her eyes a craving for domination that terrified me. There was no telling what she would do if I ignored her demand. I didn’t want to find out.

A huge smile from ear to ear lit up Veronica’s face as she watched me slowly drop to my knees.

“That’s right! Get on your knees!” Eva shouted out.

“Smart move princess!” Blair commented.

Veronica started to pat me on the head like I was a dog, a wicked smile still on her face.

“Good little girl, but you should have obeyed the first time, from now on when I tell you to do something you do it. No questions asked.” Veronica said, towering over me.

I continued to sit on my knees in stunned silence. Wishing I could just disappear or someone would run in to come save me. But that clearly wasn’t going to happen. We were in this massive locker room all by ourselves, my voice was too scared and weak to yell, and even if I tried to get up to run they could easily overpower me. Veronica was so big and strong she could easily squash me with one hand. I got more nervous as the reality of the situation crept in on me. I was totally at their mercy.

“Now. I want you to apologize. Look at me and tell me you’re sorry.” Veronica ordered in her usual deep, commanding, scary voice.

I look up at her with a look of pure confusion, still shaking and scared.

“W-w-what d-did I d-do?” I pathetically squeak out.

“You know what you did!” Eva screamed out.

“Stop playing dumb pom pom girl!” Blair yelled.

Veronica rolled her eyes and looked down at me again, looking very annoyed and angry. Just the way she looked at me sent waves of fear throughout my body. I seriously regretted even asking that now, I should have just said sorry so they will let me go! God that was dumb!

“You really are an arrogant little goodie goodie aren’t you? Apparently having to change next to us is so disgusting you have to run off to the bathroom? You’d rather change next to a toilet than next to us? So we are worse than a disgusting toilet where people piss and shit? You have no respect. You think you are better than everyone don’t you? That’s the problem with you snooty little cheerleaders, you think you are the greatest things in the world. Well guess what, you aren’t. Reality check sweetheart, you are no better than us, and we will gladly show you that. We are going to give you a lesson you will never forget. Spoiled pretentious arrogant rich girls like you MAKE ME SICK AND NEED TO BE PUT IN YOUR PLACE! NOW SAY IT! SAY YOU’RE SORRY! SAY IT RIGHT NOW!!!!!” Veronica said as she started to yell again.

The fear was now starting to overwhelm me and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Tears started to fall down my pretty little face. I’ve never had anyone say such mean spirited things to me before in my life. I’ve never even been yelled at before, it was all too much to handle. The tears flowed down.

“I-I’m s-so s-s-sorry!!!” I say, tears pouring down my face, as I pathetically looked up to Veronica.

“Oh what a little crybaby!” Eva said sounding unimpressed.

“Fake tears! Fake tears!” Blair taunted.

“Are you really sorry for being a rude, conceited bitch? Don’t just say it, show it, prove it to us that you’re sorry, go ahead and stand up and undress for us like you should, don’t go hide in the bathroom, we want to watch.” Veronica said as she folds her arms.

Shocked, confused and in a state of panic, the only logical choice my brain could make at this point was to comply. Veronica scared the life out of me and I didn’t want to make her anymore angry than she already was. Disobeying her was no longer an option.

My legs still shaky and my eyes red from crying, I slowly rose back onto my feet and did what I was instructed to do.

I put my hands under my gym shirt and pulled it up and over my body and tossed it on the ground. I then grabbed my gym shorts and slowly pulled them down to my ankles, lifted them over my shoes and threw them next to my gym shirt on the floor. I could feel their eyes all over my body as I now stood before them in just my bra, thong, socks and shoes.

“There we go, you see, that wasn’t so bad, now was it? You don’t have to hide from us, now don’t you feel silly for trying to run away into the bathroom?” Veronica asked, talking to me like she’s an adult talking to a small child.

“I-I’m so t-truly s-sorry V-Veronica, I-I w-wont do it ever again I p-promise.” I say emphatically, trying to impress them so they let me leave.

“Wow! She really sounded sincere that time girls!” Veronica laughed as she continued to survey my body.

“Now turn around.” Veronica ordered, once again raising her voice.

Hearing her raise her scary voice sent a weird shockwave through my brain, it was like I didn’t even think, I just reacted to her voice and obeyed.

I turned around so my back and thong covered ass was now facing Veronica.

“Look at that ass!” Eva shouted out.

“It’s our ass now!” Blair said matter-of-factly.

“Jeez! The girls at this school even wear expensive panties!” Veronica joked.

“Look! She has on those high end Victoria’s Secret panties!” She said as she grabbed the top of my thong and pulled it up, stretching it further up my ass.

“So ridiculous!” Veronica yelled, before pulling her hand up in the air and landing a hard blow right on my ass.

Ouch! She just spanked me hard, and it hurt! This is absolutely insane! This entire situation is crazy! I should run away now! Yell out for help! Do something, but yet I didn’t, I just stood there silent and still as Veronica began to grab my ass cheeks with her strong hands.

“What do you think of her ass? It’s really nice right girls?” Veronica asked to Eva and Blair.

“I love it! It looks so squishy!” Blair shouted.

“It’s super fucking hot! I want to spank it!” Eva commented.

“Feels so soft in my hands, she has the best ass by far in our gym class, and to think this rude, stuck up cheerleader tried to hide these perfect little cheeks from us!” Veronica said as she continued to probe my ass cheeks, grabbing, rubbing and stretching them. I didn’t dare try to stop her.