Story: Northridge High School Feud (part 2)

Northridge High School Feud (part 2)
By Tcheser

The next day Amber ran into Jane again in the parking lot. Jane came up and stopped her despite Amber’s attempts to evade her.

“Avoiding the sun recently, Amber” Jane asked caustically. Amber wasn’t dressed as skimpily as the day before. She now wore a blouse with long sleeves, tight slacks and boots.

“Hardy fucking har, Joan” Amber replied and tried to head on but was cut off.

“I know it’s funny ‘cause I did it Amber, and my name is Jane” the smaller girl informed Amber “Now if you don’t want it to get any worse you better confess.”

“Bite me, you twerp” Amber said harshly as she pushed Jane away from her quite roughly. Jane lost her balance and ended up falling to the ground and partially in a puddle. She wasn’t too messed up luckily but a number of people saw the incident and had a good laugh. This included Amber as she walked to class. Jane just shook her head and got up.

“You have this soooooo coming, Amber. I’m glad I’m not in your shoes” Jane remarked to herself as she flipped though her spell book once again, this time holding Ambers hairbrush which she had just swiped from her handbag.


Amber was still receiving praise from the popular kids through 5th period for her scuffle with Jane. Amber smiled and accepted the praise, but tried to stay as inconspicuous as she could. She had scheduled a tanning appointment for the afternoon between school and the football game. There was no way she would go out cheering on that field as pale as she was currently. With the bronzer on and fully clothed Amber felt reasonably comfortable, but in the skimpy cheerleading uniforms she knew she would be showing a lot more flesh. All she had to do was make it through school and she would be fine she told herself.

Around English class the girl sitting behind Amber rudely disturbed her learning process. She wanted to tell Amber something. Seeing that the girl was a no one Amber told her quietly to piss off. Fifteen minutes later the same girl had the audacity to hand her a note. Hoping that reading the stupid note would get the girl off her back Amber very slyly read it while the teachers back was turned. It said simply.

“Amber, Your hair is falling out!”

Thinking the girl was having a little fun with her Amber turned to say something biting when she saw a number of other girls near her looking at her with the same concerned look the girl behind her had. Suddenly worried Amber reached up and ran her a hand through her hair. When she brought it away she had more then a few hairs in her hand.

Not waiting to be excused amber headed quickly to the restroom. Once in front of the mirror she surveyed the damage and was not pleased. Her hair indeed seemed to be falling out. It was like it had all of a sudden become much thinner and couldn’t support the weight of long hair as thin hair is prone to. Pulling a brush through her hair it came away with an unacceptable number of strands. She was aghast and very glad no one was in the restroom as she nearly had a panic attack.

Working hard she used her styling magic and was able to conceal her new found problem relatively well. Still she didn’t go back to the class until the bell rang though. She told the male teacher she had suddenly suffered “Women’s problems” and had been forced to leave the class unexcused. Not wanting to get into it anymore he told her that was fine and hurried to leave himself. Few people noticed much difference in the astoundingly pretty girl that day. For that Amber was grateful.

She turned down offers to go to the local hangout for a few hours before the game. She had a doctor’s appointment she lied as she escaped school and headed to the tanning salon. Once there the startled salon workers who had often seen the sensuous girl nearly naked before remarked at her sudden pallor. Promising to use the best oils and the most delicate settings they then helped her into her favorite tanning bed and let her stay there an extra hour. She hoped after that she would have time to swing by the hair salon to see what could be done. Not seeing much progress after an hour she convinced with an extra $50 for the attendant to crank up the wattage and let her stay under for another extra hour. Amber would just have to go see about her hair tomorrow she decided. She then slipped off into an uneasy sleep.

When she woke to the sound of the timer bell she hurried and slid out of the contraption. She had to see how tan she was. Running to the mirrors she gazed in with a big smile expecting to see a very tan gorgeous girl and was sorely disappointed. She was still quite pale and in her tiny topless bikini she could see other faults as well. Her easily tanning skin which she had always taken for granted had betrayed her. Where none were there before she now saw hundreds if not thousands of little reddish brown specks on her lovely body, freckles. They were on her legs, on her arms, on her neck, on her chest and shoulders and horror of horrors they were on her face. Particularly around her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose she saw new freckles. Cursing the stupid salon attendants and vowing to sue the pants off them Amber dressed quickly and stormed out without paying.

Not having time to do anything with her hair amber was forced to head straight to the football game as she was. Changing into her cheer togs just prior to taking the field she slipped on a school cap and came up with a little plan. She quickly told the other girls to wear caps as well. It was something they had done other times to look cute so it wasn’t too unheard of and it allowed Amber to cover up her uncooperative locks. To her chagrin though she was sure that a few members of her squad and those around her, the team, their support crew and the fans in the lower stands noticed her unseemly pallor. She muddled through the routines though and tried to pretend they were talking about someone else.

When the game was finally over she left directly and hurried on home. She was in no mood to be near her “crowd” at the moment. Once home she deflected questions about her appearance from her parents and annoying little brother. She didn’t tell them about Jane either. She still refused to believe Jane had anything to do with her sudden troubles and if that was true then there was nothing her parents could do to help. Her troubles were her own and as vain as she was she didn’t like talking about her flaws. After a late dinner she locked herself in her room. After a cursory glance at her assigned reading she tackled the much more important issue of her hair.

Taking off the baseball cap she had worn during the game and ever since she looked again at what had one been her pride and joy. She barely recognized the awful thin mess of tangled split ends and lackluster hairs. It also appeared darker then it had been. She had thought it looked a darker shade of blonde earlier but had dismissed the idea. Now however her hair looked like it was a light brown. Deciding to take action she washed it with a special hair treatment that was guaranteed to strengthen and revive bad hair. It was her mothers and it was very expensive. As per the directions she then put her hair up in a towel and left it like that for an hour. Afterward she inspected it again. To her dismay it was no better and in fact much more of her hair had fallen out. She wasn’t balding or anything though, she had plenty of coverage. Her hair was simply very thin and what was left was much shorter. She stole and drank some of her father’s cognac to get to sleep.

Wednesday morning Amber again faced the carnage that was her hair. It seemed to have stopped falling out she noted. All that seemed to be coming out had fallen out. Worse though it had changed color even more and was now a dull mousey brown color. Then feeling she had to do the inevitable she took her trimming scissors and tried to straighten out the mess. What she was left with was a rather unstylish cut that just reached her shoulders. Furious she put it back in a simple ponytail with a band and called an end to messing with it for now. That was the best she could do working with what she had. A professional stylist probably could have done more, but she didn’t want to hack off any more hair then she had to.

Cursing her luck she again wore a hat. This time it was a stylish beret type thing that Paris Hilton had repopularized. She covered her pale, now freckled skin with a tight pair of designer jeans, a mock turtleneck sweater and a hip new pair of trainers. She still looked more or less her normal glamorous self, but to Amber’s eyes she was a train wreck. She considered playing sick, but then that annoying girl, Jane or Joan or something, would know she had gotten to her. Not that she had anything to do with her recent problems she told herself. Such a thing wasn’t possible. Was it?

Rather then possibly being accosted by Jane again Amber drove to the back of the school and parked in one of the reserved faculty spots. She could get away with this. Most of the teachers and faculty loved her after all. The gym teacher who had always had eyes for her held the rear entrance door open for her. She squeezed by him with a wink and then hurried to home room. From there she went directly to each class not spending any more time in the halls then necessary. And so Amber managed to avoid Jane all day long.

Unfortunately Jane was quite crafty. She stayed after school and waited until Amber was done with cheerleading practice. She then entered the girl’s locker room while Amber was in the shower with the other cheerleaders. As Jane had expected she found Amber’s locker unlocked. From there she was able to take everything she needed. She wanted her to know Jane held something over her. So she took little things she knew Amber would miss. Her Mazda keychain. Her perfume. Her locket featuring a picture of Brad and her at the beach. With what she knew about Amber she felt confident that she would never dare accuse her of stealing them.

“Have a nice shower?” Jane asked Amber when she finally emerged from the locker rooms to go home.

“Uhhh, whatever freak.” Amber gave her the extended hand of dismissal and went to walk past her again.

“Hey, wait a second, Amber. Don’t you want to talk? I’ve gone pretty easy on you so far, but I don’t have to.” Jane tried to stand up to Amber as much as she could manage. It didn’t come easy to her, but seeing the extent her magic had already worked helped.

“Are you trying to say your responsible for this?” Amber asked holding her lank brown ponytail in one hand to show Jane.

“I thought I was clear from day one. Yes, I’m responsible! Now confess or I’ll make it worse.” Jane said as loudly as she dared, which wasn’t very loud as sound carried very well in the empty hallway. She didn’t want to get caught threatening another student in the school halls after all.

Amber seemed to consider it for a moment. Then she shook her head as if tossing off cobwebs and glowered at Jane. She then poked Jane in the chest as she told her off. “Listen, I don’t know how you’ve done these things, or if you even did, maybe drugs or something, but if you ever come near me again I’ll kick your skinny ass!”

By this point Amber’s poking had backed Jane up against a bulletin board. She tried to remain calm and not let the cheerleader see how frightened she was. She really didn’t want to work anymore magic on her though. So far the effects had been light and easily explainable. She didn’t know what would happen if she did something more drastic to Amber. She had to get Amber to admit she wrecked the teacher’s car though. She had to help Carol.

“Come clean Amber, or else…” Jane said and prepared to get pounded.

The beating didn’t come though. Luck was on Jane’s side for once. Before Amber could carry out her threat they both heard the loud bang of one of the hallway doors opening. By the time the Vice Principal turned and saw them they looked to be chatting like the best of friends. Seeing as it appeared the Vice Principal had some things to attend to there Amber gave Jane one final mean look and stalked off.

Jane gave the Vice Principal a little wave, which the woman ignored, and then headed home. Once there she secreted herself in her room to work her magic. Amber seemed to be able to live with what she had done to her so far. So she would have to step things up a bit she concluded and did so.

Brad pulled up to Amber’s house at eight o’clock on the dot for their date. He was always punctual and this football star would make a great state trooper one day. He was quite eager to see his girl too. He knew she was going through something weird and needed to have some fun. She had changed her hair and stopped tanning and all. He wondered if she was becoming a feminist. He hoped that wasn’t the case, he had been intending to ask her to the senior prom and he needed a hot chick on his arm for that. He ran up the brick walk to her front and rang the bell.

When Amber answered the door Brad greeted her with a kiss and gave her the flowers he had brought just for her. Amber was wearing a very nice red cocktail dress and attractive heels which would be perfect for the nice restaurant Brad had gone to great lengths to get reservations at. She wished her hair was still long and blonde though. It would have gone a lot better with her new dress then her current mousey mop of hair did. She had done the best she could with it and had it in an elegant up do currently, but it wasn’t the same. In a similar vein she was all too aware that the bright red dress would have looked a lot better had she still had a golden tan. The red dress didn’t look quite right with her new fair freckled skin.

In the car she tried not to let on to brad that anything was bothering her. Brad was really too busy driving to notice much though. When they were stopped at a light or sign he also had a habit of looking more at her rather exposed cleavage then anything else. The dress more cradled and showcased her large bosom then kept it covered. So Amber gave him a good look too. Better he look at her best feature then what she was currently ashamed of she figured.

The posh restaurant they went to was a real treat. It was so elegant and classy not even Amber’s troubles could keep her exuberance down. They ordered fancy appetizers and listened to live music by the big band era style group. Brad even managed to order them some wine, even though they were both well underage. His status as town football hero carried a lot of weight. Amber was suitably impressed. Just halfway through dinner and Brad was sure he was going to get some action.

A little later Brad had just finished his third glass of wine and looked across the table at Amber hungrily. It was then that he wondered if wine didn’t agree with him for the Amber’s mouthwatering rack that he had been gazing at all evening suddenly looked surprisingly modest. He had always thought Amber had larger breasts then most girls. They had always looked especially large and prominent because she was so fit and slender. Now they looked a more appropriate size for her body type.

It was probably just a trick of the light or how she was sitting Brad decided though and went back to listening to the band play. Amber was really into it and was snapping her fingers to the beat. Soon she would probably want to dance. Brad was game. He knew the things a guy had to do to keep his girl happy and was prepared to make the sacrifice. And sure enough just a few moments later she suggested it and he made as if it were a great idea. They then danced through several songs before the band took a break.

It was then time to get out of there they decided. Brad paid the bill and went and got Amber’s coat for her. As they went to leave through the front door though Amber somewhat drunkenly ran into a black couple they had been dancing alongside a moment earlier. She nearly knocked the woman down and it was only a quick grab by her boyfriend that kept her from falling. Furious the other woman turned and got up in Amber’s face.

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going little princess? You almost made me rip my dress stumbling around like that!” The woman said angrily. Her boyfriend already trying to escort her out of the restaurant. Apparently she had a temper he was well aware of.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you like that?” Amber tried to apologize although she didn’t really feel all that bad and kept giggling. The wine had made her a bit giddy. Perhaps the woman could sense that as well. She didn’t seem to accept her apology.

“Whatever little girl, just stay the hell out of the way!” the other woman spat and began to push past Amber to go through the revolving door.

“Hey watch out, bitch!” Amber cried and pushed the woman back. “And who do you think you’re calling little girl?” she asked menacingly.

“You of course” the woman sniped back. “Look at you, can’t even fill out that dress.” She ridiculed Amber as she pointedly adjusted her own rather large set of breasts sausaged in her tight black dress. “Its no wonder you can’t handle your liquor”

“What? What?” Amber asked disbelievingly at the other woman’s blatantly absurd insults. Brad held her back though and the other couple left. Amber was incensed though and once Brad let go of her it took a moment for her to calm down. She told Brad she was going to the ladies room to freshen up before they left. He nodded and relieved that the confrontation hadn’t become a full fledge cat fight sat down on a bench in the lobby to wait.

In the ladies room Amber went about her business. She muttered under her breath in anger. She couldn’t believe that woman had the nerve to defame her beauty. Despite everything that had happened to her this week and her own insecurities about her appearance she wouldn’t stand for anyone else to make fun of her. Her body was still perfect after all. As she was freshening up her makeup in the mirror though she noticed something that disturbed her even more then the near catfight had.

She paused from applying makeup and looked down. Her dress seemed to be sitting oddly upon her chest. When she had put it on earlier that evening it had been pushed out and stretched around the bust line. She had rather large C cups after all that she had been proud of since the 7th grade. Now the dress rested lightly and loosely upon her chest. Had it been stretched or rearranged in the fray or the dancing? That had to be the answer she mused. Anything else was ridiculous. Still she looked around to see if anyone was watching her and when she saw they weren’t she pulled her shoulders straps down and lowered the top of her dress.

“This isn’t possible” she said out loud in disbelief. For where her large lovely breasts had once sat she found little more then small mounds. Her once sizable breasts had been replaced with what would seem more appropriate on a girl just blossoming into womanhood. They were tiny and undeveloped. Her nipples she found were also shrunken and not nearly as sensitive as before. “It’s just not possible” she said again shaking her head, but things remained as they were.

A few minutes later she was still staring at her flattened chest when some other women came into the restroom chatting with each other. She would have been ashamed to have had them see her bare-chested in front of the mirror had she had her breasts. As it was now she was doubly ashamed and hoped they didn’t see anything as she quickly covered back up. She was then about to run out of the restroom when she remembered Brad was waiting for her just outside. How he had not noticed the change in Amber’s breasts already was amazing considering how often she normally had to tell him to stop staring at them. Maybe he wouldn’t notice if she was careful she pondered. Then she remembered it had been days since they were last together, Brad would certainly want to fool around now she figured and at that point there was no way he wouldn’t notice her shrinkage.

She couldn’t have that. It would be too embarrassing. Even knowing she should go to him and confess and see if he could help Amber chose not to. Instead she ran over to the little frosted window above the sofa, threw it open, and crawled through it and outside. From there she made her way home on foot carrying her high heels. All the way home she tried to rationalize what had happened. She had to be sick or something she finally concluded. She would just have to see a doctor. The best doctor money could buy. Her daddy was rich he could afford it. They would find the problem and make everything better. She was sure that this was all there was to her problem. It wasn’t like she was contending with magic or anything.