That’s the Spirit (Literature)

 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.

-

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.