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Just when she thought she might actually have some fucking stability in her life, she had to change place AGAIN.
Only this time, it was not her mother finding another dick to suck.
It was her fucking school. When has a school done her any good at all? Nicole had given up on them.
She was straight up napping on her desk when, apparently, they announced this shit.
It was Jecka who had filled her in. Japan. They were going in the land of those figurines with boobs bigger than hot air balloons. And virgins who wasted oxygen by simply existing.
Not that she thought she wasn’t wasting any, but she was hot so it didn’t count.
The guys were surely going to be all rapists. Not that much different than here after all.
Pretty sure, Jeffery fainted when he heard the news. They carried him in the infirmary with a bloody nose. That stupid fucking loser.
She’d just wished his small limp dick had caught on fire during science when that happened. At least that would have been a fire picture in her collage.
But luck has never favoured her.
Pretty sure, she’d be able to manipulate him into spending all his money on snacks and clothes for her instead of body pillows.
Or whatever the fuck he’d spend it on. You know what? Better not knowing.
Six months.
Six. Entire. Months. With money pulled out of their ass that Nicole honestly didn't know where they got it from considering all the lawsuits threatening the pedophiles that stank up the whole place.
Two whole classes would be going. Her mother had already excitedly accepted on her behalf. Sure that she would “learn something valuable from studying in another country”.
Maybe all the Valium has finally burnt through the last of her brain cells.
She couldn’t blame her. Getting her off of her back was probably the last excuse she needed to fuck off the house and go on vacation in the Fiji or some other shitplace.
Why couldn’t they move to the Fiji exactly?
The only reason she hadn’t already bled out in the tub was that Jecka would be coming with her.
At least it would be entertaining to bully those shy, little asian kids or whatever.
Before she could think any of it, she shot a quick text to Emily, asking her to bring as much addis as she can.
That's when she froze, her eyes falling to the last line of the message without her meaning to.
but ya if you pass out first im gonna try to fall over on you so it looks like we were cuddling <3
Fuck.
Maybe, she was the one without any more brain cells left to burn.
After her almost successful OD attempt, she’d read the message over and over again.
No, she would not admit it out loud to anyone, fuck you.
But…there was something about Emily, something wild and free, so unapologetically herself that made Nicole feel…
Idk, different, than with the rest.
Godammit, she was turning lesbo for this one. Too damn bad she was too fucked up in the head and Nicole was right behind her.
Maybe she shouldn’t have messed up with the cocktail of pills she’d given her.
But still, her proposition was to die at thirty. Nah, maybe she’d do twenty five, she was still deciding really. Lots of options for even or odd numbers. Jecka thought the odd would bring good luck.
Yes, during her death. God, they really should stop chugging percs down like it was water.
Nah, who fucking cares. Yolo and all that emo shit.
She might have to lose a few pounds before or perhaps buy that trashy skirt Jecka had pointed out at the mall…
Anyway, packing fucking sucked.
____ ____ ____
Yeah, Nicole, screw her. Her bitch ass mood wouldn’t ruin this for her.
Japan was cool, a respite from this fucking white, boring suburban neighborhood and, while she was pretty sure she’d vomit her guts out as soon as she layed her eyes on some of those giant billboards with cartoon tits jiggling all over, sue her for finding a spark of excitement for something different to finally happen.
Also, being ten fucking thousand miles away from her father was reasons enough to rejoice, wait was it six thousand? Hell if she knows.
She didn’t know where her mother was either and that was for the best. Fuck her and her disciplinary tattoos. She wasn’t fourteen anymore, she’d skip if she felt like it!
It had taken all afternoon. And a whole hour of her father calling her a whore like her mother and throwing bottles and glasses around.
At the end, he had just slammed the door and probably went out to a bar to drown his non-existent miseries.
Jecka had simply copied his signature and kept everything right where it was. With a sufficient mess scattered around to seem like she wouldn’t go, but secretly, she had a suitcase ready to go. Thankfully the flight was at such an indecent hour that her father would be sleeping for another ten hours before even trying to wake up. If he even showed up to the house.
So she was safe really. She hoped…
She’d simply have to show a hint of cleavage to Jeffery to have him buy her more clothes to make up for the ones she had to begrudgingly leave behind.
Nevermind her dad. She would think about his wrath in a second moment, perhaps she’d get a job as soon as she got back so that she’d both see him less and pay some of the bills he was so obsessed about.
Pretty sure all the cash went to the whores he spent the nights with, but nevermind that fucker.
She would go and she would have fun.
___ ___ ___ ___
Nevermind fun and bliss.
This place was fucking boring, and they still had to go to school!
They were now only getting off their induced high in their room. Nicole mentioning something convoluted about ‘fuck those giant fucking metal tins and pilots for moving the plane’.
…Pretty sure it was turbulence, but she wasn’t gonna correct a zonked out Nicole. Her tongue was even more vicious when she was out of her mind.
Jecka was buttoning up the greyish, eww, blouse, but soon gave up, leaving it open, forcing her to see that shitty brown schoolgirl cardigan.
She was so gonna vomit in the sink, or the trash, the closest container, she wasn’t picky, really.
“Jecka, what the fuck is that?” Nicole's accusing voice slammed into her head.
She whined for a second, clutching at her forehead. “Damn, keep it down. It’s a uniform."
Jecka turned to look at Nicole, who had her usual scowl engraved on her face and her arms crossed over. “Bitch, you didn’t tell me we were going to school.”
“Bitch, where the fuck do you think we were going?”
Nicole threw a hand in the air, the exasperation clear in her tone, dragging her words. “I don’t know, Tokyo or some shit. That one place with the sushi roll sign on top.”
Jecka gave her a deadpan expression, “That is literally two streets over your house.”
“I meant the original one. Must be around here.”
“God, Nicole, just put this shit on.” She shoved the second uniform that she had bunched up in her hands to Nicole.
Nicole groaned loudly, being forced to do something she didn’t want to. “I just know those dickheads are all gonna jerk themselves in the bathroom, oh gross.” With a pinched nose, she disappeared in the bathroom the two shared.
The school had rented some sort of place, a hotel, maybe, Nicole didn’t care.
They had extracted their names and she bullied Karen into relapse to her ED, swapping places with her to be assigned with Jecka.
The things she did for friendship…
It wasn’t her fault the bitch was so sensitive as to a couple of innocent truths. She would benefit from losing some fat around those thighs. Especially if she wanted to be popular with the boys like she had complained about.
She was telling her for her own benefit. If she wanted to get laid, aside from losing the glasses, she’d have to make sacrifices.
Beauty is pain and all that bullshit.
The uniform was even sluttier than she thought it would be. She was looking over the mirror when Jecka entered the bathroom without knocking.
She twirled around, the blue skirt moving with her. Jecka put a hand on her ass, trying to see if her underwear was peeking out.
“Bitch, do I look like a hooker?” Nicole gave her a long, scrutinizing gaze.
The uniform hugged Jecka in all the right places. The blue skirt was way too short to be considered a decent fit for school. It would be perfect.
“Ergh, yea.” Nicole replied with a monotone tone.
“I should charge every male in a mile radius fifty bucks for this look, fucking shit.” Jecka grumbled under her breath, trying to tie the stupid spaghetti-like red bow and giving up.
She shoved it in one of the brownish blouse’s pockets.
The colour was so hideous it would hide all the vomit stains.
She felt thoroughly uncomfortable. It felt like every move would pop a button and her thigh socks kept on falling down.
Not to talk about the shortest skirt a uniform should have. Sure, she had put on miniskirts and skorts, but for her own pleasure. To feel in control of her own fucking body.
Nicole had the hugest grin on her face, “Pretty sure all pornos under the tag ‘asian’ start with this exact premise.”
Jecka huffed in retaliation, “Fuck off. We’re going to make it everybody’s problem once we are at school, come on.”
“Hell yeah.”
That said Jecka went for the exit, dragging Nicole along by an arm and forgetting to close the exit. It's not like they had anything valuable to be stolen.
In the metro, the two were squashed together along with their classmates and dozens businessmen either entranced by their newspapers, drunk off their ass or watching them with disgust.
Kylar and Hunter were already staring back at them with hate, with Kylar muttering ‘Staring’s gay you motherfucker’.
Perhaps there would be a revival of the white supremacy group Mr. White started.
Allegedly, seeing a bunch of crazed white, delusional hobos would be kind of fun, but Nicole would stay out of the way with popcorn.
The cart bumped onto something and the metal above them scritched in a not so fun way, making them all rock to one side.
Jecka felt someone elbow her between the shoulder blades. She drove her own elbow right back with doubled force.
“Get your tits out of my face, bitch.” Nicole said, her face, indeed, a couple inches away from her bloused torso.
“Not much room to move in and get your face away from my tits.” She shoved Nicole’s forehead away.
“I’d say in order to get here, they saved bucks on literally anything they could.” Jecka murmured, the annoyance bleeding just as much as when her acrylic nails broke.
“Except these fucking uniforms.” Nicole replied, the venom evident.
A third unwanted voice entered their conversation. “Nonsense, Nicole, they look perfectly professional.”
Both Jecka and Nicole turned their heads with the little space they had, watching as Ms. Ames held a book in her hands, indignation by their remarks.
It seemed like she hadn't learned the lesson the first time.
“As professional as when they caught you looking at student dick pics. Feminism, my ass.”
Jecka gaped at Nicole and back at Ms. Ames.
Ms. Ames went on a tirade about Nicole’s unacceptable behaviour for a whole ten minutes, which Jecka ended with a simple.
“And yet she wasn’t caught ogling at minors' dicks."
They ducked away from an even more irate Ms. Ames and got off at the next stop. People rushed out and they with them.
Ms. Ames and Mr. Katz shouted after them, but the doors closed, drowning out the noise and leaving them on the platform.
A second of silence passed through them.
“The fuck do we do now.” Nicole asked, shoving her hands in her pockets, not worried for a second about their whereabouts.
“I mean we just take the next one. How hard can a giant ass school be spotted, right?” Jecka put her hands on her hips, squinting at the sign indicating the next train's time of arrival.
She hoped it would stop at every station. Japan was famous for having an incredibly complicated public transport.
But, fucking hell, at least they had clean public transport.
It was annoying having to drive anywhere, especially if she was initiated or if she had to drag Nicole's sorry ass everywhere.
The bitch was lucky she had puked out the window of her poor Jetta. She'd have skinned her alive and made a purse out of her otherwise.
“Well, it’s not like I was actually going to attend classes, but lead the way.”
As soon as the next train passed, they got in, Jecka busy trying to find a map of the town from her phone.
Nicole took her own phone out to scroll on MySpace and that’s when she heard a loud photo shutter near them.
She noticed a man, about forty with his hand half stretched out, the end of his flip phone dangerously close under Jecka’s skirt.
Nicole saw red. “No, the fuck you don’t.”
She lounged at the man, gripping at his wrist so hard, he cried out in pain, dropping his phone to the ground.
Jecka, quick on her feet, assessed the situation and snatched the phone, looking through the photos.
“You perv, were you taking pictures of my underwear?!”
“Now we know where fucking Jeffery takes it from.”
A random man came up to them, as they were causing ruckus. The attacker was trying to get his phone back, while Jecka dodged any attempts with ease and an increasingly angry expression on her face.
“No, you don’t fucking get to have it back, asshole!” In a frantic Japanese Nicole didn’t understand, he was desperately trying to reach for it.
The other man, in Japanese, tried to ask what was going on. He took a police batch out of his pocket. An undercover cop.
Great, just what they needed on their first way. And not even on school grounds.
A new record!
“I don’t speak Japanese, dumbass.” Nicole growled, baring her teeth.
The man, significantly bigger than the girl, took the phone away from her.
Jecka protested, “Hey, don’t look at them!”
The man remained rooted on the spot, his eyes widening, his expression morphing into one of those disgusting, leering and condescending, pervy looks.
“Knock it off, delete them! Now!” Seeing as the man didn’t answer, Jecka snatched it once more and quickly deleted them, much to the disheartened police officer.
Once she was sure all of her photos were permanently erased, she shoved the phone back to the man.
She didn’t care what people were thinking of her, this stupid foreigner who was shouting and ruining the peaceful quiet.
She went up to his face and enjoyed seeing him squirming and not being able to keep eye contact. She then turned to the police officer, who was now slightly hunched to the side.
“I hope you both rot in your room, dead from a heart attack by choking on your own cum!”
“...Fucking hentai.” She finished under her breath.
It was one of the few words that somehow stayed impressed in her mind from when Jeffery spouted about some weird cartoon shit over lunch to bother her and Nicole and she was bored out of her mind.
They got off the train as soon as the doors opened, Jecka was about sixty percent sure the school was there… Somewhere around.
She knew the cop would do nothing to the man, but she didn’t have the time to see through the guy’s phone for more panties shot, nor did she want to.
Nicole turned around, walking backwards, a crinkling, amused smile adorning her usual frowning face. “Aside from that cringy closer, bitch, you were awesome.”
Jecka tossed her hair over her shoulder, visibly pleased. “I know, thanks, still getting the hang of it.”
“Well, at least this time, I didn’t get shot. Call it progress.”
“It’s just the American flavour of drop out college guy with mental issues becomes cop. They come out in stamps.”
“Still too early to tell.”
____ ____ ____ ____
They arrived about thirty minutes late.
Mr. Burleday and Mr.Katz were looking frantically on the phone and that’s when they spotted the two of them.
There was no way to lose them so they'd just have to improvise. “Nicole, Jecka, you girls are in so much trouble!”
“It’s not our fault,” Jecka started with a mix between nonchalance and irritation, “a guy in the metro took pictures of my underwear and we had to stay behind in a police station to give testimony, but that stupid hentai cop didn’t speak English!”
Jecka said only half of the truth.
Which technically, made her like, totally in the right. The teachers spoke at the same time.
“What does hentai mean?”
“That sounds like one of your usual made up stories, Jessica.”
They completely ignored Mr.Katz to poke fun at Mr. Burleday. They couldn’t help it, he was just so easy to screw over.
And if it got him a restraining order, it’d be even better. He probably needs one anyway.
“Hentai is a mood you feel excited to be where you work. And that cop really loved the station, just like you looove being here at this school, right teach?” Jecka teased just the right amount to sound innocence.
She was getting better at the game for sure. Never like that thirty boyfriends time. They'd almost gotten away with it that time.
She just needed to learn to base her lies on more realistic standards. People were really dumb most of the time anyway.
“That’s right, I feel hentai a lot of times, I might be feeling hentai even now!” And just like that Mr. Burleday had forgotten about their convo entirely, content to get back in the buildings.
Jecka shouted after him, cupping one hand over her mouth to be heard better, “Be sure, to say it out loud, so that the students are gonna be happy that you’re happy!”
“I’ll do it! Hehe, look at me learning new slang from the youngsters!” He said, voice distracted and loud enough for them to hear.
The girls held in their laughs.
They started to follow after him, but that’s when Mr.Katz stopped them by putting a hand on each of their shoulders.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“Errh, to class?” Nicole stated, voice always laced with her iconic boredom and annoyance.
“Do you even know where it is?” Mr Katz demanded.
“We were going to ask around.” Nicole replied readily.
“With your perfect Japanese, I’m sure.”
“Of course, Jecka has been practicing, like, really hard before coming here.”
Jecka looked at Nicole like she was going to fillet her.
“Yeah, right, still, I should bring you two to the principal’s office.” He said almost dismissively, but then he reeled back, his mouth curling into a dumb grin, “After all, you’ve been very bad girls…”
Nicole suppressed the urge to gag, while Jecka closed her eyes to avoid rolling them.
“Don’t you think you need to see a doctor for that deviated septum?" Nicole bit back, hands crossed over her chest.
“E-excuse me?” He looked like a pigeon caught in a mouse trap.
“You heard me, you should cover yourself, it’s gonna snow soon.” Jecka saw Mr Katz gritting his teeth while Nicole simply stared at him with a victorious glint in her eyes.
Jecka looked between the two of them, her brow furrowing. The context escaped her.
Nicole held his gaze with a sharp edge of her own until he relented with a deep sigh.
“Here’s your timetable. When you get in, bow your head and give an excuse, any excuse, that isn’t the police station. Please, we have enough issues as it is. Don’t give us a bad reputation.”
Pretty sure someone really had but that was over the point. Jecka had learned to shut up when it truly mattered.
He turned back in, closing the doors behind him, leaving them alone.
Nicole gave a quick review of the sheet of paper, already bored out of her mind. She really should have brought percs with her.
“Holy shit, does he do coke?!” The incredulity in Jecka’s tone scratched at her head like a hungover.
“Hm, yep, fucking hell, we have Japanese first period.” Nicole tapped the sheet in her hands, contemplating ripping it apart for the funsies.
“Were you gonna tell me our chemistry teacher does fucking coke?!”
“It’s no big deal, saw him take it down an alley couple weeks ago. As you saw, it’s perfect blackmail material. Now come on, let’s count how many bitches have an eating disorder.”
“I could have gotten a B if I'd known that…” Jecka grumbled under her breath.
Jecka didn’t follow her immediately. Her frown betrayed her thoughts, but she knew Nicole wouldn’t look behind her.
When Nicole was like this she was scary. She didn’t want to imagine the type of shit she had on her. It was always a sobering reality when she was like this. Acting like she didn’t care about anything and actually keeping things away from Jecka.
The blonde thought they were past that point after she dragged her skinny ass to the hospital after that cop bastard had shot her leg.
But she seemed to always forget that Nicole was a self proclaimed sociopath.
A nihilist at heart. And yes, she knew what that meant from a quiz in one of her magazines:
‘What’s your friend’s philosophy?’
It wasn’t that different from astrology after all. Nicole was a Taurus all the way through.
A bovine cynic if you preferred. Don't let her know I said that.
Some good ol’ making fun of other people never hurt anybody, but she really hoped that in all the time she’d met her, they would have grown closer enough for NIcole to confide more in her.
She was wrong apparently. Nicole didn’t really talk about her past, or her dad, or anything that happened before joining their school.
One step forward and three steps back. But still, she liked the bitch enough to stay glued by her side.
She'd been in more weird situations with her than anyone in the past years.
Nicole was after all, the one, who had taken one for her, going to detention for an entire month first thing in the morning, just so she could smoke in peace without being molested.
She was just so confusing all the time…
But nevermind that, before she actually just stayed out here to smoke.
Jecka quickly followed Nicole after a hasty ‘Jek, keep up’.
The sprites of the windows of the buildings were tinted and higher up.
Too deep in her musings, Jecka hadn’t noticed a striking pair of green eyes looking at her, a hand supporting her head, hiding an unassuming grin.