This is a story about a woman scorned. A not so tall tale about revenge. This is the story involving a pretty girl, college, stereotypes, and sports. This is the revenge of Anna.
As Anna put on her lip gloss, red was the color of her choice. Red was also one of the school colors. She showed off her lipstick as she puckered her lips in the mirror. Red was also the color of jealousy as Anna rocked her hips in her dress that showed off her legs and her assets. She knew she looked good in it. Anna was a kind girl. A sweet girl. She was exceptionally smart. She also happened to be a sorority chick. She began to get tired of the “hot sorority chick” trope when boys look at her and think...
"You're a freak, ain't you?"
She hated that tired, perverted trope about sorority girls. Even though it had its perks. She wasn't like those other bitches. She arrived at the game. The home team was losing 14-0. The starting quarterback went down a play later with an injury. As the talented quarterback limped off with a sprained ankle. Then, the back-up came in. They called him the “most likable on the team.” Anna knew him as her ex-boyfriend.
At the game, she said exasperatedly and slightly tipsy, “Why the fuck are we losing?!"
She saw his number on the field. It all came back to her instantly.
Two weeks earlier.
Anna was coming back from classes. She texted her then-boyfriend, who was getting out of practice. Hey, handsome.
She had a slightly mischievous smile on her face. Her then-boyfriend typed back quickly. What’s good, babe?
She was the teasing type. Not slutty. As she sashayed, she typed. When you coming to see me? Got something for you… She attached an emoji to it.
Sure enough, he typed back quickly. What? She took a quick selfie of her top, showing off her cleavage. She pulled down her top to tease him a bit.
I’m getting a massage! Don’t make this become a happy ending… be there soon all right? He texted with a blushing emoji and eggplant emoji attached.
Anna giggled. His name was Kyle, the backup quarterback. All her sorority sisters were mystified on how she got her. Vice versa for Kyle. Almost all the dudes on the team thought sorority chicks were pretentious and slutty. They had been going strong for a few years until this happened.
She was finally making her way back to the building when she saw Kyle’s car.
“Wait a minute,” she said. She looked in the car.
“Oh… keep sucking… Keep sucking… Holy shit.”
They both looked up.
“What the fuck?! Who is this bitch?”
Kyle, the backup quarterback of the beloved football team was getting oral sex from one of the girls in sports medicine.
“Fucking Kyle,” she said to herself. Little did she know; she was being watched by boys who wanted to win in their own way. She quickly put out her disdain for her ex and watched her beloved team.
Red was also the color of passion. Touchdown after touchdown, her beloved team eventually made up the deficit. As Kyle ran for his life to the end zone, she jumped for joy with her friends as it happened. Anna had conflicting feelings as he watched Kyle celebrate with his teammates. He looked back in the student section for a split second hoping to spot her, then went back to the side lines. The home team prevailed and won in dramatic fashion. She looked back when Kyle was looking for her face. She spotted her revenge in the form of frat boys. The boys were almost staring at her, waiting to pounce, as her breasts bounced. She smiled at them. They smiled back.
The boys looked like frat bros. Easily not her type. They were waiting on her. After the game, they had a collective look of hunger on their face that could not be mistakable. The bros were easily drunk. They looked at her plump rump sashaying in the distance.
They struggled to keep it in the pants, saying, "Look at her, asking to get fucked."
They rolled up on her in a slightly used Hyundai.
They asked her suavely, “Baby girl, do you need a ride?"
She respectfully declined. They asked again. She decided against it.
All of a sudden, she mentally said, “Fuck it.”
“Hey, you know what, boys? I do actually need a ride,” she said.
“Hey, baby girl, what’s good?" the driver said.
“Why don’t you go chill with us in our hood?" another one remarked.
“Um, about that… you do know me, right?” Anna said.
“Yeah, you’re Kyle’s chick,” the driver said.
“The one that’s in the sorority full of…”
“Stop,” Anna said. “Kyle’s my ex.”
They all tilted their heads. Two of them had their hands on her milky thighs. Tears in her eyes, she realized they still had that predatory look.
Nearly crying, she said to them, “Take me to your frat house. I want you all to fuck me. Fuck my brains out,” she said, biting her lip.
“Damn, baby girl, hell hath no fury, huh?” one said. “Remind me not to get a slut like this one.” The car made a U-Turn and zoomed toward their frat house.
“Yeah, are the rumors true?” Another one continued.
“What rumors?” Anna said.
“That, you know… sorority chicks are some freaky in bed.”
“I guess you’ll find out,” Anna said. “Hell hath no fury indeed, bitch,” Anna said to herself.
“And we want to see it too,” the driver said.
When they got to their frat house, the bros didn’t even wait. The bros pounced like animals. They were hungry. They were lusty. They saw red. The color of her bra and panties were matching red.
