Thread: Rehab Ranch (Javorek-x-SweetSin)

Javorcek said Lauren liked to go swimming. She had gotten to go all the time with her mom on Long Island but hadn't really been in the water since her mom had passed away. Her grandparents didn't like the beach and her aunt and uncle were always too busy to take her out to the water. So it would be neat to go out to the lake and swim around a little bit, as long as she behaved it seemed. It should be easy enough, she wouldn't get into fights as long as nobody started anything with her first. Up to the Mess Hall they went, apparently Mr. and Mrs. Miller wanted them all to get to know one another better. So she sat there, quiet and polite. The boys irritated her a little bit...typical men, bragging about their strength or sexual prowess. Soon enough it was her turn to speak and she stood up, not particularly shy. I'm Lauren, and I'm a lesbian so I suppose I'll be resisting all the boys' charms. She smirked, glancing over at Benny. She hated guys when they were cocky assholes. Benny was cute, sure, but just his arrogant wink made her skin crawl and she had the urge to put him in his place. Dyke. Zack coughed the word out not so discreetly. What did you call me? Lauren's eyes narrowed dangerously. Standing at 5'7, she was probably a good half a foot shorter than Zack. But their difference in height certainly wasn't going to stop her. -Nobody- called her a dyke. Especially when she saw herself as more of a femmetomboyish lesbian than anything else. You heard me. Zack smirked...though he wasn't smirking for very long as Lauren launched herself at him before any of the counselors could grab hold of her. She didn't slap, she didn't pull hair, she fought like a boy. The brunette pushed Zack, daring him to say it again. And Zack of course didn't seem to care whether or not Lauren was a girl and he wound up, launching a throw aimed at her jaw. Big mistake...haymakers are for idiots who don't know how to fight. Lauren sidestepped him and pushed him to the ground as he stumbled forward. All fights eventually ended up on the floor, and that's where her and Zack ended up, struggling and grappling around on the, trying to subdue one another. Lauren managed to land a couple of hits to his face before Mr. Miller grabbed her around the waist and dragged her kicking and screaming off of Zack. You piece of trash! Don't you ever call me that again! she hissed at the boy. Ah fuck...day one and she was probably going to have to check a bull's prostate. Well...it was worth it. Click to expand... Jezebel sat back and watched the fight take place, it was interesting to see the girls temper snap at the mutter of one word. Not bad. She whispers to herself before following her dad out as he carries the young fire cracker. Stop kicking! Mr. Miller tells Lauren as he carries her away from the mess hall and drops her onto her feet. Go with Jezebel, she's going to put you to work in the barn. He knows Jezebel can hold her own as Mr. Miller walks off and back into the mess hall. Come with me, we're going to feed the chickens. Jez tips her cowboy hat forward before walking towards the barn with Lauren. Perhaps admitting you were a lesbian wasn't the smartest thing to admit with a room of wannabe bad boys and girls. Although I admire your courage to do so, still stupid though. Jez walks into the open barn, walking to where the chicken pens are. All they eat are natural corn, grown here on the compound. Jez leads the girl over to a bin full of corn. Take the scoop, fill the contains at your feet then walk them into the pens and spread the feed with your hands. I'm giving you something easy this time since I enjoy watching you hit the boy, it's an ugly word he used to describe girls like us. Jez says it like it's the norm to come out of the closet as she hands the bins to Lauren.