Story: Northridge High School Feud (part 4)

Northridge High School Feud (part 4)
By Tcheser

Stuck in school Amber blissfully continued through her classes feeling as high as a kite after what she had done to Jane. Repeatedly she had to be told to pay attention by her teachers, but that was nothing new. Seldom had she received so many admiring looks from boys, girls and even faculty though when she walked down the hall. Particularly after lunch everyone seemed to find the Amber Lane package irresistible it seemed. When she spilled the contents of her lunch tray on some dorky freshmen he couldn’t even find the words. He just stared slack jawed at her as her uneaten pasta and lime Jello desert slid down his shirt onto his shoes.

She feared for a moment that she was the last to hear that Jane had told the principal that it was she who had given her a swirlie and pushed her naked into the quad, but that quickly turned out not to be the case. Checking around she found that no one other then her friends Tammy and Kelly knew of her involvement. Quite relieved Amber strut her stuff with even more flair then usual. Her head held high, her chest stuck out and her tight molded on looking slacks showing all her curves.

Almost in response to how well the earlier part of the day had gone things started to take an ugly turn just as sixth period came around. Sixth period Amber and her friends always had European history. It certainly wasn’t one of their favorite classes but it wasn’t that bad. Most of the time the teacher, Ms. Finch, just lectured on and on about long dead French or English kings and they could sit back and pass notes or file their nails. When Amber walked into the class this Friday however she suddenly developed a particular dread for the class. With all the excitement over the last couple of days she had forgotten they had a big assignment due today. An oral presentation in front of the teacher and whole class no less.

They had chosen topics out of hat a couple of weeks prior and Amber’s presentation was supposed to be on the effects of the Dark Age on art and literature. She had only done a couple afternoons worth of research on it so far and had yet to write anything substantial. She had formulated a few thoughts and a thesis, but hadn’t actually done the writing yet. She had been intending to do that the day before but what with suddenly losing her breasts it had slipped her mind. She still couldn’t believe she had let it happen though. This presentation was one quarter of their grade. She was normally so much more with it. Amber didn’t know what was wrong with her. She felt lightheaded.

“Are you okay, amber?” Tammy asked. She sounded genuinely concerned and Kelly looked equally worried. Worse they kept looking her up and down as though they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.


“I’m okay, just a little tired I think. I’ll be fine once I sit down.” Amber smiled and waved her friends away as she tried to appear to be her normal cool as a cucumber self. She found her seat in the third row between her two friends and just kept smiling while she tried to think of a way out of this nightmare scenario.

Maybe Ms. Finch wouldn’t call upon her to give her oral presentation today she thought cheerfully. There were nineteen other students in the class and they could only hear three or four each period. It was more likely then not that she wouldn’t be called upon. Relieved by that thought she tried to relax and gossip and flirt like she normally did during history class.

The first to be called to give their presentation was Tommy Gordon. One down two to go thought Amber when she heard his name called rather then hers. Tommy looked rather nervous and less then pleased though as he went to the front of the class with his handful of note cards and visual aids. Despite this however he gave a very thorough and informative presentation on the Huns. Ms. Finch even complimented him on his efforts as he made his way back to his seat. Amber wasn’t sure but it looked like he might have even been blushing. What a nerd. Only Jane rivaled him the dork department.

Next up Ms. Finch decided to call upon Amber and she nearly passed out then and there. She wished she hadn’t worn pants that were so damn tight! Then Ms. Finch tacked on the surname…Liebowitz and it was like she just received a stay of execution from the governor. She was calling up the other girl named Amber in the class not her she realized and watched the waif like girl make her way from the back of the class paying her more attention then she ever had in the past. She had to. She owed her that much just for being called on instead of her. The presentation she gave was rather boring though and Amber’s attention wavered a couple minutes into it. She was happy Ms. Liebowitz’s presentation was so muddled and long winded though. It used up precious minutes that Ms. Finch could otherwise use at the end of the period to squeeze in another oral presentation. When she finally did finally finish Ms. Finch didn’t have much to say, it was clear she hadn’t being paying the attention she should have either. She just sent the girl back to her seat and prepared to select another victim.

She was all but off the hook now Amber mused as she sat at her desk with her fingers crossed. There were sixteen other students in the class who hadn’t given their presentations yet. She wasn’t an ace at math or anything being only in trigonometry in her senior year, but she reckoned that there was only a small chance Ms. Finch would pick her to give her presentation next. Especially after the other Amber just went. When Ms. Finch called out the name Phil Denton she thanked god and promised never to forget to do her homework again or if she did at least find some way of getting someone else to cover for her or something.

Then disaster struck. A friend of Phil’s spoke up. “Ms. Finch, Phil isn’t here today. He’s out sick.”

“That’s right, how silly of me.” Ms. Finch laughed to herself as Amber turned to see that Phil’s seat was in fact empty. The teacher then to Amber’s dismay selected another name from her list. “In that case we will next hear from Amber Lane about the effect of the Dark Ages on Art and Literature.” She announced hammering the final nail in the coffin that contained Amber’s last hope of passing European History.

She couldn’t believe it. She had nothing to say. No presentation to give and for the first time no excuse to get her out of this. Which was really odd, she always knew what to say. She had to do something though. Ms. Finch wouldn’t just wait forever while she sat there dumbfounded. She made a big show of looking through her binder and in her bag as if she couldn’t find her presentation materials. Maybe, she thought, Ms. Finch would call on someone else and let her give her report on Monday instead. That would be so tight. Given an extra two days and three nights she would blow he teachers mind.

It was not to be though. “Amber.” Ms. Finch called for her attention. “Please come to the front of the class and give your talk. We don’t have time to wait for you to rummage through your belongings.”

“Ummm…Ms. Finch” Amber began to try and explain that her materials were not where they should be and beg for more time, but her teacher was having none of it.

“Come to the front of the class and give your oral presentation immediately, Amber or I will be forced to give you a zero” Ms. Finch instructed Amber sternly.

“Yes, Ms. Finch” Amber replied and reluctantly rose from her desk armed with nothing more then a couple pages of notes she had made. She had no choice. A zero would destroy her average. Her legs felt like they were made of jelly though and her mouth went dry and swallowing was becoming atrociously difficult. Was everyone staring at her? It certainly felt like they were, which normally wouldn’t have bothered her much at all. She liked being the center of attention normally. Today though she was out of sorts and felt more like crawling into a dark hole and forgetting the world then being stared at and scrutinized. She was so disoriented she made a rather clumsy spectacle of herself heading to the front of the class. She ran into several desks and knocked a number of her classmate’s books onto the floor. Displeased they told her to watch where she was going and take it easy.

Under the watchful eye of Ms. Finch, Amber had no choice but to attempt to give her presentation however. It was that or just take a zero which Amber couldn’t afford. She would fail if she received a zero on such an important assignment. If she failed the class she would then have to go to summer school, be kicked off the honor roll, her parents would take away her car, ground her and she wouldn’t be able to go to Europe with her friends. The consequences were horrible! So she bit the bullet and launched into her presentation praying that if she gave it with enough confidence and conviction it would hide how utterly unprepared she actually was.

Her gumption however couldn't save her this time. Every word she spoke, every syllable she uttered just made it perfectly crystal clear that she didn't know what she was talking about. She didn't know what to say or how to say it. Somehow it was as if all her composure had just vanished. She was more uncomfortable and nervous then she had been in her whole life. She was even sweating. That was unbelievable. Amber Lane was sweating because she had to give an oral presentation in history class! Unsure of what to say and certain she was digging herself a deeper grave every time she opened her mouth she soon fell silent. Seeing this occur her teacher began to wonder if she had done her assignment at all. Amber demonstrated almost no knowledge of the subject and had so far made nothing but absolutely ridiculous conjectures. Taking advantage of the eerie silence the other students began to heckle Amber and make fun of her faltering and hesitation.

"Is that it?" A student sniggered from the back row.

"Hiro's was longer then that" Another student agreed referring to how Amber's presentation wasn't even as lengthy as the foreign exchange student's was and unlike he she spoke perfect English.

"Maybe her rich daddy needs to get her a tutor" A girl who had always been jealous of her suggested to everyone’s great amusement.

"Or fire the one she's got!" Someone else cracked. "Maybe Hiro can tutor her!"

Amber just stood there frozen before the class as they laughed at her. She didn't know what was going on. Never had her peers turned on her like this. She was much more accustomed to being worshiped and feared. She didn't know at all how to react to the jokes made at her expense. Unfortunately giving a horrendous oral report wasn't the only problem she had to contend with this afternoon she found. Amber's pants had somehow become incredibly tight. She was certain they fit when she had put them on that morning. They had even been a little loose if she remembered correctly. After all they were her fat pants which she wore when she was feeling a bloated. Now though they were somehow anything but loose. The waistband was so tight it cut into her painfully and the rear was so stretched she was afraid if she bent in the wrong way they might even rip. Overcome by how tight her pants were becoming and what this meant Amber decided she had to get out of there. She was going down in flames anyway so with a huff she turned and ran out of the room as quickly as she could. This took even Ms. Filch by surprise. She barely managed to recover in time to call after Amber that if she didn't return immediately she would have no choice but to fail her. Amber however didn't stop or even look back once she began her flight. There was something very wrong with her and she didn't have to time to worry about history class.

Ignoring the hall monitor's cries that she shouldn't be out of class without a pass and the strange look she got from the janitor she hurried to the girl's restroom. Once there she barricaded the door with the trashcan, ripped off her sweater, tossed it aside and rushed to her old friend the mirror. What she saw ripped a scream of anguish from her so terrible birds scattered from telephone wires outside, nearby dogs howled and nearly everyone on that side of the school paused for a moment and wondered who had just been run over.

Amber simply couldn't believe what she saw in reflected in the mirror. In just a day she had somehow gone from being a hard bodied swimsuit model wannabe to being a soft flabby couch potato. She wouldn't be considered morbidly obese or even fat yet by any sane person’s standards, but to Amber she was huge. Everywhere she looked she found her body had seemingly betrayed her and expanded without her knowledge or consent; her thighs, her waist, her belly, her bottom and even her beautiful face. She had love handles, thunder thighs, a noticeable belly and the beginnings of a not so flattering double chin. She had put on more weight today then she could ever possibly in a million years explain away. She was now... chubby.

Amber had to get out of there. She just had to get out of the school and away from all the laughing jeering eyes. She had never been mocked so much in her entire life and so was far from used to it. She was normally the one making fun of others. She didn’t care one lousy bit to have the shoe on the other foot as it were.

Carefully removing her trashcan barricade Amber tried to leave the restroom as quietly as possible. She didn’t want to draw the attention of the janitor or a hall monitor or her irate teacher who might be searching the halls for her at that very moment. Peeking out she looked first up the hall and then down the hall to make certain the coast was clear. Then she tiptoed down the hall toward the nearest exit. When she passed by a door she ducked so no one inside would see her through the glass. This act was humiliating in itself, but she had to limit the number of people who saw her this way.

She was nearly there though. Just a dozen or so more steps and she would be able to grab the door handle, burst through the door and run to the safety of her car. That’s all she wanted right now. Just to get to her car and get out of here. It was not to be however.

Just as she reached for the door handle the door swung open and she nearly stumbled over onto her face. Fortunately or perhaps unfortunately the person who had suddenly opened the door caught her before she fell very far. His strong arms easily steadying her and preventing what could have been a painful and embarrassing fall. Amber gasped though when she saw it was none other then Brad.

“Amber, are you okay?” Brad asked “I’ve been looking all over the place for you. I must have called your house and your cell twenty times. Where have you been?”

“What? Where have I been?..” Amber pondered the question. It was a perfectly reasonable question. She just needed something that sounded perfectly reasonable to reply. Drawing a blank just as she had in the classroom she gave him the first excuse that came to mind “My dog is real sick. Been in the hospital and everything. That’s where I’ve been the last couple days.”

Brad wasn’t buying it for some reason. Amber could tell. “You don’t have a dog, Amber. You hate dogs. You told me they make you feel dirty.”

“Dog! No not dog, did I say dog? I meant my Dad is sick” Amber tried her best to cover her flub.

“Zach is sick?” Brad asked sounding genuinely concerned now. Amber had forgotten how close they had become “Why didn’t you tell me? Is it serious? I should visit or at least get him a card.”

“No! Don’t get him a card! My father isn’t in the fucking hospital.” Amber stamped her foot in frustration. Why was this so hard? Normally she could wrap a guy around her little finger without even trying.

“Then what is going on, Amber? Where did you disappear to the other night?” Brad had to inquire. It was clear to him that he wasn’t being told everything. “If you’re seeing someone else just tell me.”

“I’m not seeing anyone else, Brad. I totally swear. You’ve got to believe me. Someone’s been blackmailing and tormenting me. It’s because of them that I had to leave that night.”

“Who’s blackmailing you?” Brad demanded.

“I wish I could tell you. I really do, but I’m not even sure what’s going on exactly.”

“You don’t know or you don’t want to tell me?” He tried to clarify.

“No…Yes. It’s complicated. I would tell you if I could I swear.” Amber tried her damnedest to make Brad believe her, but she knew she was giving him very little reason to trust her.

“I don’t believe you! Who is it? Who are you seeing me behind my back? Is it Rick? It’s Rick isn’t it?” Brad accused.

“No! I’m not seeing anyone else, Brad. I-” Amber didn’t know what to say next. She could tell him all that had happened, but how would that make her look? Foolish at best and despicable at worst.

“Stop lying to me, Amber! I’m not stupid.”

“But-”

“I don’t want to hear it! We’re done. We’re through! You want to be with Rick so bad, go ahead!” Brad shouted and turned to leave.

“It’s not like that, Brad. Stop!-” Amber said as she grabbed his arm in a pathetic attempt to keep him from going.

“Get off me!” Brad angrily shrugged Amber’s hand away. “Why don’t you go bother Rick or Ryan or whoever it is you’re seeing now? I don’t know why they would want a lying scheming bitch like you though. I didn’t want to say anything before, but you’ve really let yourself go to shit you know! And now that I think about I’m glad this happened. I’m the star pitcher. I can’t be with some chubby flat-chested geek!”

Stunned by what she had just heard Amber could do nothing but gape as Brad stormed off. She couldn’t believe what he had just called her. A chubby flat-chested geek! She knew it to be true, but to have it thrown in her face by another person was more then she could bear. Turning she looked in the reflective glass of the school trophy case and saw her worst fears coming true. She looked even bigger then she had in the restroom!

Her model perfect good looks were disappearing before her eyes. Already her striking cheekbones were nearly gone, submerged beneath a layer of fat and the slight double chin she had noticed earlier was now anything but slight. Her body was likewise expanding it seemed. Her belly was even larger then it had been before and her thighs were now anything but firm and even rubbed together within her now very very tight slacks. Lifting her blouse a bit and looking down she could see the waistline of her slacks digging into her now soft belly and even a roll of fat hanging over them. Her rear was similarly larger and her slacks were so tight back there they felt like they were going to explode. She didn’t even look well dressed anymore she noted forlornly. She looked like she had mistakenly put on clothes that were six sizes too small. What was going on?