Peyton sucked in a breath of air, then slipped off her sweater and shoved it at Peter. Then with her best cheerleader attitude, and channeling her best Brooke, she stalked up the steps to the idiot who was yelling out, tugging her tank top down a little as she went.
"Were you talking about me?" she purred dangerously, right in Flash's space.
He started to stutter something, but she stopped him, with a finger to his lips. "Because it sounded like you were offering to show me your penis. So, go ahead, I'm ready."
She stepped back a little and gestured to his crotch. "I'm sure we'd all like to see."
As he sputtered more, his eyes darting around to see that yes, the auditorium had gone silent and everyone was staring at him, she leaned back in and put her lips to his ear. "Worried about how you'll stack up? You should be." She glanced down again, then continued with a soft growl. "You fuck with me or any of my friends again and I will make your life a living hell. You have no idea what I'm capable of. I'm not one of the quiet sweet little nerd girls from this school. I will make you wish that you had never been born. Or... you can leave me and my friends the hell alone and I'll pretend you don't even exist."
Peyton took a step back and smiled sweetly at him. "Do you need a minute to think about it or are we done?"
"Done," he managed and she patted him gently on the cheek.
"Good. Now forget you ever knew our names and go back to watching the game."
She turned and made her way back over to Peter to retrieve her sweater. "So... they sell any popcorn here or what? And didn't you promise me a 'root' beer?"
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Date: 2018-02-25 02:31 am (UTC)"Were you talking about me?" she purred dangerously, right in Flash's space.
He started to stutter something, but she stopped him, with a finger to his lips. "Because it sounded like you were offering to show me your penis. So, go ahead, I'm ready."
She stepped back a little and gestured to his crotch. "I'm sure we'd all like to see."
As he sputtered more, his eyes darting around to see that yes, the auditorium had gone silent and everyone was staring at him, she leaned back in and put her lips to his ear. "Worried about how you'll stack up? You should be." She glanced down again, then continued with a soft growl. "You fuck with me or any of my friends again and I will make your life a living hell. You have no idea what I'm capable of. I'm not one of the quiet sweet little nerd girls from this school. I will make you wish that you had never been born. Or... you can leave me and my friends the hell alone and I'll pretend you don't even exist."
Peyton took a step back and smiled sweetly at him. "Do you need a minute to think about it or are we done?"
"Done," he managed and she patted him gently on the cheek.
"Good. Now forget you ever knew our names and go back to watching the game."
She turned and made her way back over to Peter to retrieve her sweater. "So... they sell any popcorn here or what? And didn't you promise me a 'root' beer?"