Thread: Fox at Bay (Alan23 x Sweetred)

Angela stood there with her face completely red, she was paralyzed and there were tears in her eyes. Nooo... not again... she thought. There was no way she could look up at Paul right now. Why did that awful woman have to do this to her. What had she done to her to deserve this? She dropped her bag and the paper bag of buns in shock. Stammering I... I... ohhh... no... I..., she turned around, and ran out the door with her skirt still pulled up around her waist. The bags were still on the floor of the bakery, with one of the buns rolled out of the ripped paper bag. The last thing Paul could hear her say was a muffled apology. Angela kept running as if there was a wild animal chasing her. The people she passed on her way, saw the shocked woman, with her skirt pulled up around her waist and the spanx and her panties clearly visible. Most people just couldn't resist laughing at the sight of this woman. Only one or two elderly ladies didn't laugh. Their mouths fell open and their concern was obvious. When Angela finally realized her skirt was still pulled up around her waist, she ran into an alleyway, and stopped there. She pulled her skirt down and then put her hands to her face. Leaning against the wall she stood there with her head in her hands, crying loud. She had stood there for several minutes, until her crying had gone to sobbing. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands and wiped the tears off her cheeks. Then she realized she had dropped her bag in the bakery store. Of all things, she now had to get the courage to go back and face Paul again. If only she just had dropped the buns, why did she have to drop her bag. She needed that back, she couldn't go home, her keys to the house were in the bag as well as her personal papers and her wallet. Why oh why... Angela tried to gather all her courage and slowly started to walk out of the alley. She slowly walked back along the way she had ran just before. The people who had been laughing saw her walking by with her head bowed down. Angela could feel their eyes staring at her, and heard their mumbled voices and grinning. She was so embarrassed, what could she tell Paul, how could she ever face him again. He would be laughing at her in her face, she just knew it. And just now, just at the moment when she had had the courage to ask him out. That would never happen now, she was sure of it. Then, Angela reached the bakery shop. As she stood there, in front of the window, she peeked inside, and saw Paul was busy helping a man in a business suit. They were the only 2 persons in the shop, and she could see her bag standing on top of the counter, right next to the cash register. She again rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands, and then, as if in slow motion, she reached for the door handle, and opened the door. As the bell rang, Paul looked up at her, and the business man looked over his shoulder. They saw Angela walk in, with her shoulders hanging, one hand plucking at her jacket, and her eyes red and the make-up all messed up and smeared around her eyes. Are you okay miss? The business man asked, as he saw something was wrong with this woman. She looked up at him, and just nodded, not able to say a word. Are you sure? The business man asked again. Y... Yes sir Angela answered with a mumbled voice. The business man turned around again, and shrugged his shoulders at Paul. He got his wallet out of his pocket, paid for his sandwiches and left the store, glancing over to the redhead woman one final time. Then Paul and Angela were alone again. Angela just didn't know what to say. She just stood there... Snowflaik and her friends were walking down the hall when classes were about to start again. The whole prank with Xianna had gone so wonderfully well. Except when that asshole John had interfered and handed her his coat. Why did he have to blow such a perfect prank? Why did he have to be such a loser and help that bitch. She had deserved what she had gotten, so there was nothing to feel sorry for. Well, she just had to plan another prank then. And then one where that loser wouldn't be able to help Xianna. She would get even with both of them. Her chance came sooner then she had expected. As class began again, and everybody was in the room, except Xianna and John Hartfield. The teacher, Mrs. Jones, had asked if anyone knew where they were. That is when Snowflaik had told Mrs. Jones that she had seen Xianna and John leave school together holding hands, during the break. And to add some extra dimension to the story, she had told the teacher that John had told her he was going to fuck that Xianna girl. Snowflaik told the teacher that she had heard that Xianna had been having sex with a lot of guys from school. And that she was a real slut outside of school hours. Mrs. Jones had then sent Snowflaik to Mr. Hopkins office to tell him what she had just told her. Snowflaik was happy to do so and only a few minutes later she was knocking on the door to the office where Mr. Hopkins now was sitting. He listened to the story Snowflaik told him, and then said You're not making it up are you Snowflaik? I know you and Xianna are no friends and that you have been known to bully her around. No, honestly Mr. Hopkins. It's what John told me. I wouldn't lie to you now would I? I mean, I don't want to be expelled from school, now that I am getting such good grades and all. And besides, I'm not bullying her, we are just having fun together and playing pranks on each other. She said with her sweetest and most innocent smile. Mmmm Okay well, this is going to far. I guess this mr Hartfield and Miss Fox have to pay the consequences for this. Thank you for being so open and honest Snowflaik, Mr Hopkins said as he showed Snowflaik to the door again. Now get back to class and leave this to me, okay? Sure Mr Hopkins, anytime. And uhm thank you for believing me Sir. Snowflaik said in her humblest voice. When the door closed behind her, she walked downstairs, with a big evil grin on her face. Ohh this started getting better and better. Now she caused trouble for both of them...