Mean Girls of Maplewood Ch. 20

Humbert's hands appeared squeezing and clawing at her breasts, tugging down on the black, baby doll top hard enough to make one of its spaghetti straps snap. His thumb dug into the thick bra strap on her other side sliding it off her shoulder revealing the reddened indentation underneath. The other followed allowing her breasts to surge upward in jiggling, rubbery fashion.

"Humbert?" Both of his hands were already below her muffin top unsnapping the metal button on her Capri pants working in unison to draw her zipper down.

There was no underwear underneath as he worked hard at getting his hands into the waistline of her jeans peeling them down. He noticed more scratches and bruises at the small of her back, one seeming to extend around to her belly. He grunted forcefully yanking and tugging the jeans down mid-thigh exposing her ponderous, chunky backside. The nerd was breathing hard, grunting more and more as he fished out his cock. April's mouth hung agape as he nudged her legs apart before swiping his hand down into the crotch of her jeans getting them to her knees.

The blonde misanthrope wanted to see how far he would go before she unleashed hell upon him. He slipped his t-shirt off dropping it to the floor staring at her for a few seconds as his hands unbuckled his belt. She watched silently as he kicked off his sneakers, ripping off one sock after the other in succession before halting his actions staring at her face, conflicted. His thumbs were hidden inside the waistband of his jeans, stalled there as he stared at his bruised and battered girlfriend.

It was obvious to Humbert that Leslie hadn't given up stalking him, likely attacking the chubby girl at some point before they met up at the diner. She's looked so desperate outside his window the night prior. Leslie was probably frustrated that he wouldn't come down to her. Now, he was looking directly at the results of that denial of his stunning stalker. Perhaps it would never really be over, but now he just wanted to prove that he could be a "man" to his estranged girlfriend whether they would be a couple afterwards, or not. Humbert tugged on the jeans letting them clear his waistline.

"Wait." April went to stop him, grabbing his hands to impede his actions.

"April, I need to do this."

She relented watching as his pants and underwear fell to the floor leaving him finally nude before her deep, blue eyes. Humbert was trembling slightly, hands balled into fists with his back to the wall just behind his door. One of his feet nudged his discarded clothing to the side allowing the cherubic blonde to take it all in for the first time. His gaze fell to his bare feet slowly rising to look at her face, still engulfed with an almost crippling sense of anxiety. April was the first girl to see the inside of his room since Leslie had come there desperate enough to blow him in order to return to her social circle.

There was almost the feeling that time with the embattled brunette that he could've slept with her. But her deviant need and desire coupled with his deep seated need for revenge created this chasm that could never be traversed. Goosebumps appeared on his forearms and back as he allowed April to see him for this first and likely last time. Leslie's shadow hung heavy over both of them now, and he felt guilty for denied thoughts most of the time they were together.

"April?"

"Humbert, you're beautiful." She moaned breathlessly letting her eyes roam all over his slender, latently athletic figure.

She was breathing hard enough for him to hear as she swiped her purse onto the floor before removing the Capri pants lingering at her thick calves. April slowly stood up with her bare muff on display taking tentative baby steps until she was almost pressed against Humbert. She looked from his eyes to her baby doll top suspended just under her enormous breasts. His hands went to her frock tugging it away from her body until it was at her feet. The bruises on her body gave him pause as his eyes settled on a prominent one on her sloping belly.

There were cuts and scratches on her flabby arms as well. He cupped his hand over his mouth, but April softly pulled it away pressing the hand to her cheek. The mutually disturbed teens seemed locked in a moment together. April took a hold of his wrists drawing him closer into her lips. She went to embrace him but relented when Humbert flinched. The makeup on her face was literally a mask, hiding something infinitely darker inside. She found a seat back on the edge of his bed as he surveyed the bruises from her fight with Leslie the night prior.

"I'm sorry this happened to you." He felt the need to apologize.

April held her arms out wanting him to take her hands, looking as crestfallen and haggard as she could outwardly manifest. This time he took both of her hands kneeling between her legs, still surveying the prominent discoloration on her belly from the baseball ball that repeatedly bashed the cherubic miscreant at the hands of a hysterical Leslie. His finger touched the bruise making her wince as he relented as if touching flame. April pressed that hand against the swell of her left breast, looking needy.

"Sorry."

"Kiss me." April cooed, wanting him closer.

"HUMBERT, YOU HERE?!!" The sound of his mother's voice downstairs caused Humbert to unintentionally flinch. He started to withdraw but April clawed at his arms desperate.

"I HAVE SOME FOOD HERE FOR YOU, HUMBERT!! HONEY, ARE YOU COMING DOWN?!!" He panicked hearing his mother at the bottom of the stairs leading up to his room.

"Just a few more seconds." April whimpered.

"HEY, ARE YOU OKAY HUMBERT?!!" She was drawing closer at the midway point on the stairwell.

"I'LL BE RIGHT THERE MOM; I-I'M NOT DECENT!!" He cried out, disappointing the toxic narcissist whose intent was to press a finger at his backdoor and claim it was an accident.

"Okay, I'll be downstairs." Her footfalls drifted back down the stairwell, allowing Humbert to turn his attention back to April realizing she wouldn't be denied. He knew her tendencies, or so he thought.

"YEAH, OKAY MOM; LOVE YOU!!" His hand was clamped over April's mouth in a desperate attempt to quiet her.

It was a nirvana she'd experienced after taking Brad Tucker, dominating Melissa Reed and assaulting Leslie Kennedy. Humbert Jenkins would be a culmination of everything up to this point. He just didn't know it yet.

"You need to be quiet; my mom's downstairs." He leaned in whispering.

"I don't give a fuck, kiss me." She cupped the back of his head pulling the hapless nerd down into her waiting lips, but he drew back wide eyed, almost repulsed.

April stared back without word.

"Wait right here, I gotta make an appearance; and be quiet." He pulled his clothing on haphazardly disappearing behind the door. She could've cared less because she'd considered this a sort of farewell before she destroyed his manhood.

April draped a hand over her puffy mound glancing around his room thankful that she hadn't decided to exact her revenge on Leslie in the nerd's home, lest she be discovered. With a bit of effort because of her huge bust and sloping belly, April sat up on the edge of the bed retrieving her top still breathing hard. She glanced over at his window for a few seconds before half toppling over on her side as she tried to retrieve her purse without looking.

"What's this?" She found a DVD in her grasp.

There were a few others on the floor spilling from a backpack. Someone had inscribed the descriptive phrase "BITCH FUCK" on the surface of the disk piquing her curiosity. All of the other disks had the same writing as she glanced across the floor at his PlayStation in front of his television. April opened the console tossing aside a fighting game she discovered inside.

*

The corridors of Maplewood High were abuzz and burgeoning with gossip centered on the cheer leading squad. It was truly the nature of gossip as news of Red's fight with Chelsea seemed to organically mutate with the release of Patricia Clark's sex footage across the school and by large, the small town of Maplewood itself. Some of the merged rumors centered on the prevailing thought that Red was responsible for what happened to the former social climber with the fight being the karmic result. It was thought that perhaps Red had left the lithe blonde in the company of some unsavory types who'd proceeded to assault her.

Other rumors were that Red was forcing some of her teammates to make online porn and that something went wrong. The head cheerleader's iron grip on her teammates was a prevailing factor in the spiraling rumors filtering through the student body. Some gossip even had Chelsea dead from the injuries sustained in that fateful bathroom fight with the alpha predator of Maplewood High.

"Yeah, she's been pimping the other cheerleader's out; Chelsea didn't have the money, so she got beat down."

"I think it was a gay thing, Red was mad because she was sneaking around with Leslie."

"Seriously?"

"Well, look how Leslie's been acting lately; something ain't right about them. Remember how she used to think her shit don't stink? She was a real princess before and now, she's giving hand jobs to nerds in the gym."

"Seriously?"

"You know Milton; she's been molesting him. Leslie almost got suspended for giving him a hand job in the gym; Red slapped him because he didn't have the money.

"Bullshit."

"Yeah, I heard she was trying to get Chelsea into that shit with Patty, too. Girl wasn't having none of it, so they threw hands. Red stabbed her and uhm, you know she got a switchblade on her, right?"

"I ain't never seen her with no switchblade."

"Chelsea in the hospital."

"That don't mean she got no switchblade."

"Bullshit, you're just making shit up; Red's one mean ass bitch and everybody hates her anyway. She know, like fucking karate and stuff because of her dad. You better shut up before she tell him to come arrest you for drugs or something."

"I don't got no drugs."

"Sheriff Reed will plant drugs on you; that's what cops do when they want to shut you up. You better stop talking about his daughter before you get busted. Hell, you better hope Red don't hear about this shit before she lay you down next to Chelsea."

"You gonna snitch?"

"Fuck no, I hate that ginger bitch. Remember that time she snatched Ginny up off the toilet because she had to use the bathroom? That was foul and then she went and spit in that girl's face when she complained about being yanked off that toilet."

"Oh, that was so fucked up girl."

"Right; I hope Chelsea's parents sue her for wrongful death and shit." Somewhere off in the distance, some underclassmen were playing Creep by Radiohead while one of their number did tricks in the crowded corridor on a skate board for an approving clique.

"Patty was kind of nervous last time I saw her; somebody said she was doing the nasty with Sheriff Reed and Red found out."

"SERIOUSLY!!"

"Yup."

"THAT-IS, LIKE SO FUCKED UP, EEEEWWWWW!!" The small group of girls chimed in with nervous laughter and uniform disgust at the burgeoning gossip.

All were waiting in line in the cafeteria to buy some breakfast items as their sewing circle caught way more ears than they intended. Betty Joe heard enough, actually feeling slighted by the assessment of her fellow cheerleaders.

"You guys are just making stuff up; you don't know crap."

"It speaks." Another girl, Lessie commented while some of her friends snickered.

"The one, affirmative action member on the cheer leading squad; girl you know the only reason you a cheerleader is because they needed one ugly girl to make the rest of them look better." Lessie commented placing her hands on Betty Joe's shoulders with a smirk.

"Sorry I got there before you; too bad they didn't need a girl with a beer gut. Your parents must be so disappointed."

"Careful, or I'm gonna fix that Bart Simpson overbite for you." The taller, wider girl pinched her cheek to underline her statement.

"I'll tell my brother, Leroy." She threatened as the other girl's snickered. Another girl leaned in poking her finger in Betty Joe's chest.

"You don't know anything either; so mind your own business." The girl teased as her friends guffawed in the anxious teen's face.

"I-I KNOW MORE THAN YOU TWO DUMMIES!!" Betty Joe blurted out eliciting more laughter than before.

"What does the resident gimp of the cheer leading squad think she knows; you hear something while you were washing their cheer bottoms, bitch?!! Betty Joe, you ain't nothing alright? You like the-duh, duh water boy, that fucking Adam Sandler movie, retard!!" One of the girls was laughing so hard that tears were rolling down her face.

"WELL FUCK YOU; YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT EITHER CAUSE LESLIE WAS FUCKING THE SHERIFF, DUMMY!!" Betty Joe quickly stalked off, shoving spectators aside while the shocked clique processed her revelation. She found one of her teammates waiting outside the cafeteria.

"A word, Betty Joe." She looked over finding two more cheerleaders waiting.

A few feet over, a group of underclassmen were texting the latest news on the swirling gossip mill.

*

"Surprised to see you back here; we usually don't get many return visitors."

"Yeah, well I need to keep things under the hat right now; I thought this is the best place because nobody will find out this way."

"Maybe you should talk to your parents, about this situation." Rosalie advised checking Leslie's blood pressure.

"It's just my mom; my father passed away three years ago before we moved to Maplewood." Leslie sat on the doctor's table in a cotton hospital gown waiting for the results of her checkup as her provider Maxine appeared.

"Is my baby okay?" The weathered doctor noted the stressed out expression on the teen's face betraying no emotion of her own.

"Don't worry, everything's fine, but you might want to dial it down a bit; even with anal sex from here on out, young lady." Leslie clutched a hand to her chest, relieved.

"Yes doctor, thank you."

"Hey, like I mentioned last time; there are a few pamphlets you should take on your way out. If you're really serious about having a child, you're going to have to take better care of yourself and...forget about the uhm, baby daddy." Leslie glanced up finding a stone expression staring back at her own flawless features.

"Ma'am?"

"I've seen countless girls come through this office for years now, Leslie. I know what you're thinking, but maybe you should face reality. A baby's not going to make someone want to be with you. There's no perfect ending to this when you take that responsibility. A baby is a small human being that you're responsible for raising, not a toy." Her words spiked Leslie's heart.

"Thanks, would you like my credit card, now?" The stunning brunette sniffled a bit reaching for her purse.

"Take care of it, Rosalie." Maxine turned, leaving the two women alone to return to her office and a hidden flask of booze. Leslie glanced at her phone finding several messages from her fellow cheerleaders, nothing from Red or her demented minion.

"We have pamphlets for parenting classes; she didn't mean anything by it." Rosalie offered.

"This is my baby." Leslie stared off towards the sunlight filtering into the clinic window.

*

"What's wrong; you've been acting strange ever since I got home? Did something happen Humbert?"

"Nope, I'm good."

"I have to run a few errands, sure you don't wanna go with me; we can stop by the mall? They have a sell on pants, and you need a few." Mrs. Jenkins was sitting in her car while he knelt down beside the open driver's side window.

"Mom, you know most people order everything off the internet."

"Yeah well, that's what's wrong with the world these days. Everybody is in their own little bubble and these phones and computers helping strip away common human decency." Humbert chuckled at her assessment.

"When's your manifesto coming out?"

"Oh, my son has jokes." She reached out cupping the underside of his chin, looking lovingly at her son. He noticed something in her eyes that made him look away. Humbert felt like she was looking at him like a victim more than her son.

"I'm gonna do a little homework." He mumbled.

"Alright, you want me to get you another video game or something?" He noticed the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes and mouth whenever she was thinking of his situation.

"I can download it onto my console, mom." Mrs. Jenkins put a rubber band around the mail she'd retrieved from the box intending to go through it sometime that afternoon.

"Well okay, you have my card information on that box thing; and don't be downloading any of that internet porn, young man." She wagged a finger in front of his face trying to be funny, despite the cringe factor.

"Aw man; you take the fun out of everything, mom."

"Stay out of trouble." Mrs. Jenkins slowly pulled off making a U-turn. He stood on the curb watching as the car disappeared into the horizon.

"Shit." He realized April was still in his room.

His shoulders tightened up as he looked up at his window remembering Leslie staring up there from the vantage point he now held. She'd wanted him to come down to her, assaulting April sometime afterwards. This weird apprehensive feeling washed over him whenever he thought of her face. Oddly he felt off kilter in a different, yet similar feeling around April. Humbert drug his feet wondering what would happen next, wondering if it would be over for them as a couple. April got what she wanted, that last hookup she'd been angling for since sitting down in front of him this morning.

"Hey, April, we gotta..."

Leslie's face was twisted into a horrific scowl, mouth agape as some faceless person took her from the back on Humbert's flat screen television. The audible sound of someone smacking into her filled his bedroom as Humbert found April sitting in the center of his bed watching the sex tape so intently, she hadn't noticed his return. Her top was still down under her breasts, her pants on the floor while her bare legs were spread apart. A hand covered her sex.

"What're you doing; turn that off." He switched off the console removing the disk.

"Come on, let me watch it."

"No."

"Where'd you get it from; why do you have it?" April scooted forward drawing her feet to the floor as he turned to her disk in hand.

"Some asshole was selling this down at the arcade in Happy's; snagged his supply." He didn't look at her face while he explained noticing her pants on the floor. He didn't want to entertain the thought that she may have been pleasuring herself to the images on the screen.

"So, you do care."

"It's not like that; it was uh, wrong." His voice faltered not knowing how to hide its inherent contradiction.

"Come on Humbert; let's watch it together. I wanna see it, let me watch it!" April lurched forward grabbing his forearm wanting him to relent. Humbert recognized the sick desperation in her expressive blue eyes.

"Sorry." He snapped the disk in half.

"Why'd you do that?" Her eyes narrowed boring into his own.

"Uhm, accident."

"Yeah, right." April reached up pulling her top over her immense bosom, adjusting it in place before drawing her Capri pants up her legs with some effort.

She stood bouncing on her hips until they were in place covering her chunky butt. Humbert drifted over to the window staring down at the street below sneaking a peek despite himself. She glared at him for a few moments drawing her purse up over her shoulder breathing hard. April seemed to be waiting for him to say something.

"Sorry." Was all he had to offer.

"Hey, maybe it's not in the cards for us, maybe this is all some kind of cosmic joke; but just meet me one last time Humbert. I wanna be with you one more time and I swear if you want nothing to do with me after that; I will understand."