Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
But that’s when the crowd lets out a huge gasp as a stench hits my nose. Sure enough, a puddle of brown begins to pool around Morgan’s feet as Katrina bends over once again, still clutching her stomach. The back of her skirt is now soiled a deep brown color, and a tell-tale stream of sludge trickles down one leg.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” they mouth silently while looking around with utter horror. I wish I could bottle this moment because the terror and humiliation on their faces is priceless. The crowd begins murmuring in confusion and then quite a few people scream with laughter. Still, Morgan and Katrina are literally in the middle of shitting themselves, and can’t even walk off the court.
The horrible public diarrhea continues for what feels like forever, although it’s probably only thirty seconds or so. Then, an assistant coach rushes onto the court to help the two girls off, wrapping towels around their waists before ushering them away. However, Morgan and Katrina leave trails of shit in their wake, the brown streaks staining the wooden basketball court as everyone gags at the stench.
“OMG, what the hell? That’s so gross!” one of the cheerleaders screams before covering her nose with her pom-poms.
“Turn off the music!” another shrieks, waving her arms at some unseen DJ. “Off off!”
“This place is a fucking sewer!” some guy yells from the stands, and another wave of loud laughter erupts as Morgan and Katrina run–or, I should say waddle–off the gym floor with tears streaming down their cheeks.
“What in the world?” Brody murmurs before looking at me.
I merely smile before shrugging my shoulders innocently.
“Well, this stinks, wouldn’t you say?” I snicker. “Literally, not figuratively.”
His eyes darken.
“Cleo,” he warns. “Did you have something to do with this? Those were your old suitemates right?”
I merely shrug again as janitors come out with hoses and mops, trying to clean the mess my bullies made.
“I’ll tell you later, big boy,” is my murmur. “For now, let’s just enjoy the game.”
After all, Morgan and Katrina smeared shit onto my stuff just a few months ago. But what they didn’t realize is that Cleo Fakerstrom isn’t a girl to mess with, and now they’ve learned their lesson.
10
BRODY
The curvy girl and I left a little after the halftime show and went straight back to my hotel. There was no sense in staying because it was clear that the basketball game itself didn’t matter anymore. No one cared, and all everyone could talk about was the diarrhea meltdown of those two cheerleaders.
But Cleo seemed rather smug during the drive, and now, she’s sitting on the bed in the hotel room, fiddling with the remote.
“Oh look, Love Island’s on,” she giggles. “It’s such a great show. Trashy but totally addictive.”
But I don’t care about reality TV, and I think she knows. Instead, I take a seat beside her on the bed before grasping one of her small hands in my own.
“Cleo, please be completely honest with me. What happened back there?”
“I don’t know—”
“Cleo,” I growl with a stern look. “What. Happened? Don’t pretend you don’t know.”
She takes in a deep breath before slowly letting it out and looking at me. “Okay, I was the one who caused Morgan and Katrina’s diarrhea.”
I grimace.
“But why? And how?”
“I think the why is obvious. I mean, they trashed my room and smeared shit over my stuff. The how is probably also obvious because I told Jeannie about the bullying, and Jeannie was on it. She gave me her laxative formula and I cooked some up. Don’t fuck with a prison bitch,” Cleo adds. “Especially not my mom.”
I stare at the curvy woman.
“But how did you get it to those girls? I mean, you don’t live with them anymore.”
Cleo merely shrugs.
“It was easy. When I said I was going to the women’s room during the game, I actually went down to where the cheerleaders sit, and snuck the laxatives into their water bottles. No one was watching because it’s too chaotic on the court. Then, I just let Nature take its course. Again, Jeannie’s special formulation is da bomb.”
Cleo’s saying all this in a strong voice, but I can tell that she’s also a bit ashamed. It’s just a sixth sense, but there’s a slight tremble to her voice, and two spots of color on her cheeks.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she continues in a low voice. “But I’m not sorry about what I did at all and I’m not going to apologize for it either.”
“Cleo–” I begin.
“No,” she shakes her head stubbornly. “Those girls made my life at Coleman University into a living hell. Bullying is a high school thing but those bitches just couldn’t grow up, and I’m not letting them get away with it.”
“Cleo–” I try again, but my woman is on a rampage.