Georgia felt like shit. She'd gone too far, and she knew it. Her jealousy of Sam had made her do something really dumb. She'd only intended to get some information from Vicky, but before she knew it, she was spewing the same old toxic bile.
Why couldn't she have at least complimented the smaller girl? She really did look cute tonight. But no, she'd let her feelings get the better of her there as well. Vicky had the perfect body for a high flyer- she was small, cute as hell, and super smart. Everything was so easy for her, she'd graduate before Georgia, and probably go off to become famous and super rich.
Georgia's best chance in life was to snag some rich boy and be a trophy wife, like her mother. That wasn't what she wanted, but it had been drilled into her for years. "It's all about prestige and having someone to take care of you. You'll have to try hard in college, boys don't like tall girls."
Mother had blamed her for getting taller. She'd exercised too much. She'd eaten the wrong kinds of foods. No matter that Dad was tall- she'd been expected to be a carbon copy of her Mother.
The other cheerleaders helped her out of the bathroom, but all they could do is complain about being thrown out. They promised horrible revenge on their loser boyfriends. 'They really don't care about me. Any one of them would slit my throat if they thought they could take my spot'.
She wanted to cry, but she couldn't show any more weakness. As she stepped out of the bathroom, she felt a strange sensation wash over her. The others must have felt it too, because Alison complained about the A/C being turned on too high.
Later, in her apartment (no dorm room for Daddy's little girl!), she stripped and showered. A tiny red mark was on her cheek, and her ankle was swollen. Lovely.
But in the shower, all she could think about was the defiant way Vicky had looked at her. She'd never seen her display that much backbone before, ever! She was a good friend, unlike Georgia's sycophants.
She couldn't get the image out of the little tigress out of her head, and she reached down to rub her clit. Fuck, she was so hot when she was angry!
Why couldn't she have a friend like that?
But even if she apologized...it was too late. Vicky would hate her forever.
She padded, naked, to her bed, and dove under the covers, and cried herself to sleep.