Of all the four friends, April considered herself to be the unluckiest one, for while Bets often had to ride with the cheerleaders, and Diane and Chastity rode with kids of approximately their age, April had to ride with the school's seniors, and they were a tightly knit, quite snobbish, group. Well, except for one.
You see, there was this weird kid, David Caymanoff or something like that. His parents had come to US from some East European country quite some time ago, so he spoke without an accent, but his somewhat swarthy skin, constantly disshevelled hair and a really mean look on his face made him an unpopular loner. However, he was also big enough (and undoubtedly mean enough) not to be messed with, and so he wasn't. After all, not every kid as a sophomore could've snapped a fresh new jawbreaker into splinters with just two fingers, right?
Anyways, so there was David who had no friends except for the school's Goths who sort-of adopted himas some sort of a weird big brother figure, and the snobby bunch who didn't and the rest of the seniors, who treated April as if she was a plant aphid or something equally insignificant and icky. Well, she was going to show them now.
Ignoring Caymanoff (who still scared her a little, yet never put her down, so she decided not to mess with him unless he started to mess with her), she walked right past him and smack in the middle of the snobby clique, she sat down.
After a few moments (until now, April tried to avoid them and took great pains to do so), the clique's members turned onto the younger girl like a well-oiled machine. "Just what makes you think you can sit here?" one of the seniors - blonde, glamorous Lori - asked more startled and incredulous than indignant. "These are our seats!"
"Yeah?" April asked rebelliously. "Why don't you all just fuck off!"
Now the clique got really angry and they leaned towards April intent on doing something violent to her person, but as they did... they froze. Especially their faces, as they turned from violent to incredulous as over two dozens orgasms struck at the same time...
Needless to say that caused April to grimace, as the resulting smell wasn't very pleasant. Plus, April was a somewhat young girl still and didn't really appreciate what she saw. "Why don't you guys just get of the bus and go and fuck yourselves silly in some alley instead?" was what she said. Naturally, the bus stopped and the clique - walking rather rigidly, like a bunch of zombies - walked-off it, dissappearing into the city's labyrinth of streets instead.
April smiled, as she watched at the retreating group. Won't she have a tale to tell!
...Meanwhile, as April triumphantly smirked a rather wicked smile and thought about what she was going to do David Caymanoff was sitting, forgotten, on his seat with a concerned look on his face...