Thread: Fox at Bay (Alan23 x Sweetred)

It was just as Xianna had feared. She could tell that her mother was totally embarrassed about what had happened the day before, and by her red eyes it was obvious she hadn't slept well, but instead of discreetly avoiding the subject and trying to forget it, as usual she insisted on rehashing it, going on and on obviously to convince herself as well as Xianna that things had been the exact opposite of what they'd looked. The way her mother was telling the story, Xianna knew she was totally unable to believe it even herself, and was simply trying to salve what little pride she still had left by sowing doubt. It was as if she was begging Xianna to believe her. But frankly, the idea of a coward like her mother daring to slap Snowflaik Leary's terrifying mother was too ridiculous for words. Even if she hadn't been standing there looking so ridiculous in those stupid Spanx things she insisted on wearing, there was no way she'd have prolonged the argument. She had been shaking, and already to burst into tears. Her mother was just not made for conflict situations, and that was that. Normally, Xianna might have been a little sympathetic at her mother's obvious humiliation, and pretended as she'd often done in the past to believe her, allowing her to retain just a tiny piece of her pride. But the embarrassment she had suffered herself, and the sure knowledge that from now on shed suffer even more teasing and bullying, now everyone knew for sure her mother couldn't protect her, made her angry. As Angela stood at the mirror, hitching up her tights oh, why did Mum's tights always sag, no matter how expensive a brand she wore, fussing with her hair, tugging down her jacket with a series of firm yanks, smoothing her skirt, Xianna made one final attempt to dissuade her. It's not as if the teachers can do anything, she pleaded. And all that'll happen is she'll pick on me even more. But it did not good, and another quarter of an hour saw them approaching the school gates, Xianna's head cast firmly down at the pavement, her face already a bright crimson anticipating the embarrassment that would follow, while her mother happily prattled on about how they'd soon sort this out, that Xianna could relax, for the bullying was about to end once and for all, and how that revolting Leary woman better not cross her again, or she'd wish she had never been born. It didn't come as much surprise to Sianelle that Snowflake had skived off school again. She was always doing it. But fuck it, why did she have to do it today, on the day of the meeting with the teacher? It would make things a lot harder. As she reached the school gates, instead of going direct to the office as a notice at the gate firmly commanded all visitors to do, she decided to make a quick visit to the loo. For one thing, she was a bit nervous - dealing with authority always got her that way, though she'd never show it. And who knew, maybe that fuckwit of a Fox girl had snitched to the teachers about Snowflaik having ripped her skirt off. That stupid little creature was just the type to go whining to authority, instead of standing up for herself. Although, she thought, that was probably unlikely. Her mother, who was even more of a wimp, would have told her to keep quiet about it, after what had happened the night before. She wouldn't want any more trouble with Sianelle Leary. But, in case it was Mr Hopkins she had to speak to today, she spent a good time primping herself. She smoothed the unsightly creases down from the crotch of her tight jeans, and made sure the zip was done right up, as it tended to gape when she was sitting. Then she tugged down her black singlet top, in a series of sharp yanks around the hem, to make sure it was sitting smoothly and his the small belly that, to her embarrassment, she seemed to be developing lately. After freshening her heavy make up, she made her way to the office, ready for flirt or fight as the occasion demanded!