These girls looked like the kind of people you'd find in a rough neighborhood.
"Hey hoodie, y'all listen up." said a muscular red head wearing a dew rag with a torn off sleeve shirt and worn out jeans.
"Who, me?" Nat asked.
"Yeah, we're talkin' to you." a tanned brunette in jagged cut shorts with a black hoodie said.
"Why?" Nat asked.
Their leader grabbed Nat's shoulder. She was solid muscle in a grey tank top and sweatshorts wearing a ski-style hat.
"It's 'cause y'all are in this little crew here." the intimidating ebony girl said.
"Crew?" Nat asked.
The tough girls just huffed.
"Meet us un the bleechers tonight, fresh meat. You sit near the circle, you're in the circle, got it?" the tanned girl asked.
"Yes Ma'am." Nat said in a fearful voice at the girl with a bulldog build.
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Nat was dressed as instructed: the roughest pair of pants she owned, her hoodie, and sneakers.
"Where are those guys?" Nat asked out loud.
"Over here fresh meat." the ebony girl called Ronda said.
"We've been waitin' all damn night." the tanned girl known as Lita grumbled.
"What dah f*** you waitin' for, a song an' dance? Get your ass over here!" snapped the red head called Erin.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming." Nat spouted as she walked over.