Jen hurried up her driveway and along the street towards the bus stop, texting on her phone as she walked. The morning hair was cool on her skin yet she felt distinctly warm under her clothing and scratched at the small of her back absentmindedly at a small itch emerging there.
Her phone buzzed in her hand, a message from her best friend Susan,
Brad’s wearing THAT shirt that shows off his arms, saved seat for you Fucktoy xxx
Jen smiled happily, Brad was on the football team and had the most amazingly sculpted arms of any guy in school, he had a particularly tight t-shirt he wore sometimes and it just seemed to be painted to his biceps. Jen’s phone buzzed again before she could respond,
“OMG, I meant to type Fucktoy!”
Jen rolled her eyes and quickly typed back, “Got it right both times… xxx”. She watched at the ‘Susan is typing…’ sign came up on her phone but after several minutes it went away again and Jen figured whatever she had to say she’d tell her on the bus. Jen was only at the corner for a few moments before the bus pulled up and she smiled politely at the driver as she climbed aboard and moved down the bus looking for Susan.
“Good morning Fucktoy”
Jen screwed up her nose at the weird looking freshman kid that had spoken to her, Kyle something? who told him he could talk to me? … why does he know my name?… such a freak…
“Yeah… hi…” The blonde said dismissively as she didn’t bother to stop walking, her eyes finding Susan and she gave her a wave, Susan sheepishly waved back but looked concerned about something.
Jen plopped down into the seat next to her friend as the bus pulled away, “Where’s Brad then?” she asked excitedly, trying to look inconspicuously up and down the bus. Susan stared at her for a moment before she spoke, “Fucktoy, I…” she stopped as she desperately tried to remember her best friends name. It was insane, her name obviously wasn’t ‘Fucktoy’ but she couldn’t think of anything else to call her!
“He uh…” Susan said after a moment as she realised ‘Fucktoy’ hadn’t even flinched at what she’d called her. “He was getting a lift with Jason, but I saw them go by in the car and… he was wearing that shirt… Fucktoy…”
“Oh this is going to be such a great day!” Jen beamed, thinking of Brad in that t-shirt was makng her feel hot under her clothes, she was slightly confused as to Susan’s mood but ignored her weird facial expressions. The girls talked for a while as the bus moved, Susan seemed unsure of herself at first but kept using Jen’s name and as the bus ride wore on she started to act as though there was nothing wrong at all. Maybe her name is Fucktoy… she isn’t reacting to it… I can’t think of anything else to call her… am I crazy?
By the time the bus reached the school they were talking as though everything was as it always should’ve been and disembarking the bus Jen suddenly remembered her dream the night before, or bits of it.
“I had the weirdest dream last night” She said as they walked towards the school entrance.
“Really Fucktoy? What happened?”
“It’s so hard to explain it, it was like… really weird… really really weird… like, I’m normally human in my dreams yeah? But… last night I don’t even know what I dreamt I was”
At that point they heard a snicker behind them and Jen turned to see the Kyle kid hiding his smile and holding up his phone like he was filming, or taking a picture.
“Hey!” Jen said angrily, holding down the back of her cheerleading skirt defensively that little pervert is trying to film up my skirt!
The freshman jumped, “I… I’m sorry Fucktoy, I was just messaging some friends” he pleaded before he pocketed the phone and hurried passed, his video on its way to those that had changed Jen the day before.
“Pervert” Jen said under her breath. Holding her skirt down against her legs had made them itch though and she shuffled her thighs together as she walked to ease the weird heat.
"I wouldn't worry about it, I dream I'm my dog sometimes" Susan said with a bright smile, "Anyway, we're going to be late for first period so I'll meet you by the fountain at break?"
Jen nodded and the two friends headed towards their classes.