“You should just let them fight” Chrissie said as she opened a packet of Kool-Aid and poured it into her glass filled with Jack Daniels and stirred the mixture with her finger. Most people considered Chrissie a bit off center, as she always makes offbeat statements. She was tall and thin with long straight medium brown hair, with high cheek bones that gave her a slightly exotic, eastern European look. She had deep brown eyes, that turned green whe she was horny. She a fondness for wearing extra-large vintage rock and roll T-shirts, and you have the picture of the unconventional individual who was my girlfriend. “They’ve been fighting for weeks now, just not with fists.’
“What do you mean?” I asked.
We were talking about Deirdra and Kaycie. Two young women who are friends of mine from my hometown, and until recently were good friends and roommates. We all came to State U as freshmen, and despite my best efforts to talk them into a threesome, we were just good friends who hung out together. Then I met Chrissie, and we became a foursome, but found all four of us hanging out together less and less. Deidra and Chrissie still leaned on me to help them with car repairs or if they needed a rescue from a drunken night out, but usually when you saw one, you saw the other. Until recently that is.
The two girls met on the first day of kindergarten and were almost inseparable since. Deidra is about 5’6” tall with strawberry blonde just below the shoulder hair. She has an athletic body, left over from her days on the track team in high school. Despite her fondness for French fries and vanilla ice cream, she never seemed to gain weight and maintained her trim figure. Kaycie was about half an inch shorter, with thick curly black hair, and a dancer’s legs and thighs. Unlike Deidra, she was always complaining about looking like a female sumo wrestler… while stealing her roommate’s fries, but like her roommate never seemed to gain weight. They took a lot of the same classes, pledged the same sororities, quit during pledge week together, and always made sure the other were being treated right by the boys they dated. Usually if something was happening on the 2nd floor of Addison Hall, Deidra and Kaycie were in the middle of it. What brought these two lifelong friends to the verge of committing violence against each other? A silly prank…or rather, several of them that grew increasingly mean spirited.
As friends, they were always playing innocent tricks on each other, hiding keys or phones. The real trouble began when Deidra saw Kaycie talking with a boy who was rude to her during a drunken night out. Kaycie thought he was going to ask her out, and he would have, until Deidra told him about the odd rash on Kaycie’s thighs and butt. “He’s all wrong for you, Kaycie.” Deidra told her roommate when the young man ghosted her, then Kaycie found out what really happened. “It was just a joke, roomie” was Deidra’s explanation.
Then Kaycie found out one of the girls on her floor was keeping a kitten. So, she volunteered to clean out the litterbox, slipped a few of the cat’s “leavings” into a plastic bag, slit open Deidra pillow and emptied the bags contents inside and sewed the pillow back up. She had a hell of a time keeping a straight face when her roommate thought her pillow smelled like shit. Then Deidra discovered the source of the odor after talking to the girl with the pet cat and finding about out the “good deed” Kaycie did by cleaning out the litter box. Deidra then tipped over a bottle of shampoo on Kaycie’s dresser, after she opened her roomie’s underwear drawer and let the liquid seep into it.
In retaliation, Kaycie drew red and blue spots on Deidra face with permanent markers after Deidra passed out after another night on the town, took pictures with her phone and captioned them with “Alcoholics Anonymous 1-888-500-5000” and emailed the pics to everyone she knew, including to a lot of friends back home.
After that, both girls apologized to each other and swore they would stop…
Except Deidra found Kaycie’s laptop open on her desk and deleted 5 random pages of a 20-page report. Kaycie spotted the errors while doing a final check then spent the whole night and part of the next morning fixing the report. While she had no evidence that Deidra did the deed, she was sure of it and wracked her brain to come with an appropriate retaliation. She spent an entire afternoon trying to guess her roommate’s password, finally got into the laptop and erased an entire Power Point assignment. Deidra had to ask Dr. Crayton, the perviest professor at State University, for an extension because of unforeseen technical problems with her laptop. He agreed to the extension, but she had to agree to help him straighten out his office. She spent her entire Thanksgiving break avoiding Dr. Crayton’s awkward advances and recreating the assignment.
After the break, she asked Kaycie why she did it. “Did what?” she asked
“You know, you erased my Power Point. How could you?”
“It’s strange, something similar happened to my 20-page report a couple weeks ago. Maybe it was a power surge?”
“You know damn well what you did!” Deidra shouted at Kaycie and stepped toward her with her hands balled into fists. Kaycie stood her ground, when Roz, the RA stepped into the room to find out what the shouting was about. She stepped in between the two and asked if she needed to separate them.
“Hell, yes!” they responded in unison. So, Roz switched Deidra to Lisa’s room, and Lisa’s roommate Peg moved in with Kaycie. Problem solved. Or not.
The next trip downtown to the bars, Chrissie and I had to keep stepping between the now ex-roomies to stop them from coming to blows. Next came the text wars. Deidra would order pizzas in Kaycie’s name…and Kaycie would text Deidra’s former boyfriends and tell them to come to Deidra’s room at 2 AM. After a couple of times of being awakened by drunk guys at 2 AM, Deidra acquired a couple of firecrackers and slipped them under Kaycie’s door after midnight. Peg and Lisa quickly tired of those shenaxxxxns, and asked Roz to put them into different rooms even if that meant 3 to a room. The entire 2nd floor begged them to stop, and Deidra said she'd stop when Kaycie did…Kaycie vowing to stop only when “that bitch” in room 203 did.
For the next couple of weeks, the two friends, turned enemies confined their hostilities to mean texts. Until Deidra returned from class one day and upon opening the door to her room was drenched by a gallon or so of water. Someone, had overfilled a condom with more water than usually fit into a water ballon, hung it from the ceiling in the doorway…and fastened a very sharp probe from anatomy class to the door that punctured the condom when it swung open and doused the water all over strawberry blonde victim.
Then, Deidra saw Kaycie was doing her laundry in the basement of the dorm. She borrowed another phone and texted Kaycie that someone had broken in and ransacked her room. When Kaycie ran to her room to check it out, Deidra took a leaking battery out of a flashlight and threw it into the drier with Kaycie’s laundry, then hurried to a friend’s apartment off campus. Finding nothing wrong with her room, Kaycie returned to get her clothes and discovered the damage done by the battery. All the clothes in the drier were stained and smelly, and even worse, acid from the battery ate through her clothes turning them into wearable Swiss cheese. Screaming “That fucking bitch has gone too far!” Kaycie gathered up her ruined laundry in her basket and went up to the hallway next to room 203 to wait for Deidra to confront her. Roz saw the basket of ruined and smelly laundry clothes next to Kaycie, and immediately surmised what happened. Just then, Deidra was coming up the stairs to her room. As Kaycie stood up to confront her, Roz moved between them, this time with 4 other girls from the floor. As soon as Deidra and Kaycie began yelling threats at each other, Roz shouted “Enough! Both of you! This stops now! I’m reporting both of you to the Dean!”
So, Roz wrote up her report, detailing all that she and the girls on the 2nd floor had witnessed and three days later both Deidra and Kaycie were called before a Disciplinary committee, after hearing both girls’ stories, and talking to the girls on their floor, recommended Social Probation…unless they stopped their feud. Both Deidra and Kaycie left the hearing promising to stop the hostilities and without saying a word to anyone as they returned to their respective rooms. In the next couple of days, Peg moved back with Kaycie, and Lisa with Deidra. Despite the tension between Deidra and Kaycie, a tenuous peace was in place. Or so I thought…
I asked Chrissie again, “What do you mean, let them fight. And how have they already been fighting?”
Chrissie took another sip of her Jack Daniels and Kool-Aid then continued. “Deidra and Kaycie have spent weeks fighting, but they haven’t been punching or pulling hair. Haven’t you noticed they’ve been trying to put you in the middle of their war? They were fighting over you, well, trying to get you on their side. But both claim you favor the other. But with all the shit they been pulling on each other…” She paused and shook her head, “when girls fight, winning the fight is usually beside the point. Girls want to inflict as much pain as possible for as long as possible. They’ll prank each other, talk behind their backs, spread rumors, whatever it takes to humiliate their opponent. It takes an awful lot to get girls to fight…physically anyway, and when they do start brawling, they fight dirty…pulling hair, scratching, ripping clothes and such. Whatever it takes to inflict the most pain and embarrassment. Even when someone breaks the fight up, the fighters continue to pull hair and scratch, even though the fight is over. And even if one girl gets the better of the other, the loser tries to leave scratches or a black eye, something so she can claim some sort of victory over the winner. Deidra and Kaycie just want to fuck each other up.”
“You sound like you want them to fight.”
“Want them to? No, I admit I love to see an honest to goodness bitchfight.” Chrissie said, “between two girls I don’t really know and don’t care if they fuck each other up. But I know those two, and they’ve gone too far too just kiss and make up. The best thing is to find a quiet, out of the way place and let them have at it.”
“Are you speaking from experience?” I asked, not really believing what I was hearing.
“I had a couple of middle school scraps with some little rich bitches. The last one, she spent half the school year picking on me and trying to humiliate me. Then on the last day of school, we met behind the abandoned house up the block, punched and pulled hair for 5 minutes, and I kicked her ass. But because she left a couple of nasty scratches on my cheek when a couple of boys pulled us apart, she told all her friends she won the fight. Deidra and Kaycie not only want to fight each other, they must fight each other…must hurt each other. Even if there’s no winner…especially if there’s no winner. It’s the only way all this shit will stop.”
“So, what do we do?” I asked, “They’re on the verge of being thrown out of school if they get into more trouble.”
“We can try to get them together to talk out their differences, but that would have already happened if it were possible. We need to let them fight…somewhere off campus. Not in a bar or a public park. Somewhere they can fight for as long as it takes to settle things.” said Chrissie as she fixed another Kool-Aid/Jack Daniels cocktail.
We spent the next half hour drinking, me Molson Ale and Chrissie her Kool-Aid concoction. I was trying to come up with a plan to keep them from fighting, and Chrissie trying to convince me a fight was inevitable. The more we drank, the more I became convinced that Chrissie was right. “How can we make this happen without getting them kicked out of school?” I was getting convinced but starting to get too drunk to think straight.
“I have an idea,” Chrissie suddenly stood up and started pacing. “I know a guy who’s renting a cabin by the lake this semester, and the nearest neighbors are half a mile or so away, so no one will interfere or call the cops. He has a huge living room and not a lot of furniture…it would be easy to clear enough space to let them fight. I’ll give him a call and see if he’s OK with it. If he says it’s yes, then you get in touch with Deidra and Kaycie. If we have a place off campus for them to sort it out, they’ll be OK with it.”
Chrissie pulled out her phone and gave the off-campus guy, Nelson, a call…but since it was after midnight, left a message to call her tomorrow when he woke up. I told Chrissie that we did everything we could until he called back. “Not everything” Chrissie answered taking my hand and leading me to her bed…and I noticed her eyes had turned green.
The next morning, Nelson called back, and after Chrissie told him the Deidra/Kaycie story was more than happy to let them use his place provided he could watch and record a video on his phone. Now I just needed to convince the exfriends, but they didn’t need convincing. I went to see Deidra, and she said she couldn’t wait to “teach that that fucking bitch a lesson”. Kaycie had a crazed smile on her face when I talked to her. The only thing she said was “when”. It was on.
Chrissie thought it was a good idea to let Roz, the RA, know what was happening so she could keep the girls separated until everything was finished setting up. Of course, Roz wanted to be there, but thought it was better that she avoided the event, so she’d have plausible deniability. Chrissie thought a couple of girls from the floor should be drafted to help if the fight got out of hand, and Peg and Lisa, being athletes on the swim team who were the most affected by the feuding roommates eagerly volunteered. Most of the other girls wanted to be there too, just to see a good fight. I was a little surprised by that, but Chrissie explained, “With all the late-night crap your friends put them through this semester? College girls are really just blood thirsty bitches.”
Saturday rolled around, and Chrissie went to Nelson’s house to make sure everything was ready, while I stayed behind on the 2nd floor of Addison Hall to make sure Deidra and Kaycie were kept separated until it was time to fight. I kept an eye on Kaycie, and Roz, with help from Peg and Lisa sat with Deidra. I asked Kaycie if she really wanted to fight Deidra, and even though she was nervous, she answered “Hell, yes. That fucking whore bag needs to be taught a lesson.”
“But she’s your friend”
“Not anymore”
I stepped out in the hall to call Chrissie, and Roz met me between the two rooms. “Deidra is starting to go off the rails. All she wants to do is fuck up Kaycie.”
Then I said out loud, “Damn! This is really going to happen.” I called Chrissie to get things started. When she answered the call, I could barely hear over the loud background music. “What’s up?”, I asked, and she yelled back, “Nelson’s place is a fucking disaster. His roommates, Bobby and Chad chipped in for a keg and called a couple more of their buds. Then they invited the first-floor girls from Ricketts Hall. Then they all started drinking, a lot. Half the girls from the 2nd floor of Addison brought a “Team Deidra” sign and the other half “Team Kaycie” and started bickering about the upcoming fight. Then after more drinking the rest of the Addison girls started fighting with the Ricketts girls, with the boys of course cheering them on. This is totally out of control…It’s a goddamn zoo. We need another place for them…and quick!’
I went to Roz and explained the situation, and when I told her the whole first floor was on the way to Nelson’s impromptu party, she asked “Even Sherry, the first floor RA.? Does that mean the dorm is empty, except for us? I’ll go check,” and she rushed off. I called Chrissie and told her to come back to Addison, it’s about to happen. She was back in 5 minutes, and Roz came back and confirmed everybody was gone. Chrissie and I went to the first-floor lounge and cleared a space in the middle of the floor, and minutes later Roz and Lisa escorted Deidra to the lounge. She was dressed in an oversized blue football jersey over a pair of striped navy-blue athletic shorts, and white knee socks. She kicked the slippers off her feet and stood next to a high-backed chair pushed against the far wall and waited for Kaycie.
Roz went back upstairs and she and Peg escorted Kaycie to the first-floor lounge. Kaycie was barefoot, dressed in a sleeveless black leotard, under a pair of denim Daisy Dukes and one of her partially tattered T-shirts that survived Deidra’s leaking battery. Upon entering the lounge, she spotted Deidra and immediately ran over to her foe. Deidra rushed forward at the same time to confront her ex-roomie. They collided in the middle of the room and collapsed in a tangle of punching and hairpulling. They wrestled and rolled in a tangle of angry femininity, trying to gain the upper hand, wildly swinging but only connecting with half their attempts. They rolled to the wall and struggled to fight standing up. What they lacked in fighting experience, they more than made up for it with intensity and desire to punish and dominate. Kaycie aimed an uppercut at Deidra’s chin, but the light-haired fighter moved in too close, diverting the punch to her chest. Specifically, Kaycie’s two knuckles on her fist burrowed right under the rib cage, which caused Deidra to lose all the breath in her body and drop to the floor. Kaycie hesitated for a second, then moved to her fallen foe to press her attack. Before Chrissie could stop them, Lisa and Peg stepped in to pull Kaycie away from Deidra, figuring it was all over. Kaycie pulled away from the two spectators, and again approached Deidra, still laying on the ground trying to catch her breath. Deidra kicked out with her right foot, connecting with Kaycie’s vagina, dropping the dark-haired fighter to the floor. Now both fighters were on the floor writhing in pain…
Slowly the two fighters crawled towards each other to resume hostilities. While fighting on their knees, Kaycie landed an open-handed slap to Deidra’s cheek, and the light-haired wildcat retaliated with a punch under her foe’s left eye. They continued exchanging punches and slaps, each blow leaving another bruise or blemish. The rate of punches slowed as both fighters’ arms tired, they resumed their hair pulling war. Yanking fistfuls of hair viciously, snapping heads around, and even as they pulled each other back down to the floor, they refused to give up their hair-pulling. Back on the floor, the fight raged on in a blur of hair-pulling, punching and kicking. These girls were almost like my little sisters… How could I let this happen? Then Chrissie reminded me there was no way to stop them.
Keeping a fistful of dark curly in one hand and clawed at Kaycie with the other. She pulled the remains of Kaycie’s shirt off and continued to scratch and claw at her face and neck. Following that same script, Kaycie kept one hand trying to rip strawberry blondes’ hair off her foe’s scalp, then found that the nylon football jersey not easy to rip, so she began to pull it over Deidra’s head and let go of her hair and started punching her in her covered-up face. Deidra let go of Kaycie’s hair and grabbed her jersey and pulled away. The effort ended with Deidra losing her grip, and both fighters falling backwards away from each other. Deidra rolled away in her shorts and frilly black and purple bra. Kaycie had several noticeable scratches on her neck and on her upper part of her chest not covered by her leotard.
I happened to look over at Roz and the other two girls were screaming encouragement to both girls, unsure who they were rooting for.
The fighters approached slowly, fists at the ready. The action exploded into a flurry of punches to the face and body, eliciting grunts and curses, but neither girl gaining an advantage. The punching continued in earnest until one lucky punch floored Deidra and Kaycie dove on top, grabbing two handfuls of hair and banging Deidra’s head on the floor. Deidra struggled under the brunette’s onslaught and resumed her grabbing and clawing at her foe, trying to get out from the assault. Clawing at Kaycie’s shoulder she got her hand wrapped around the leotard’s strap and pulled at it until it ripped and baring her shoulder and exposing a little side cleavage. Kaycie wasted no time in stopping the head banging and ripped the frilly bra off Deidra breasts and began breast mauling. The light-haired battler grabbed the other leotard strap pulling down the whole front and both girls’ breasts were fully exposed. Usually, both girls were a little shy about showing skin, but right now their focus was entirely on the fight…this was no time for modesty. Everything was fair game now, face, neck, throat, breasts…then Deidra threw a punch to Kaycie’s vagina, only for the brunette to scream in pain. And then returned a punch to her opponent’s crotch, and once again the girls separated for a few seconds to regroup before resuming the fight.
They met in the middle of the lounge in a mutual bear hug mashing their breasts together, whirling round and round, each trying to get the other to the ground. Neither girl was gaining an advantage and added a few kicks and punches to the wrestling match. Seeing this wasn’t doing as much damage as she wanted, Kaycie again grabbed a hank of Deidra hair and yanked her head back so hard Deidra lost her balance and fell backward to the floor, with Kaycie standing over her still holding onto her strawberry blonde locks. Kaycie pulled Deidra forward by the hair and dragged her across the carpet leaving nasty rug burns on her breasts and stomach. She dropped her knee on Deidra’s back, eliciting a scream of pain followed by a stream of curses. Kaycie raised up and dropped the knee again, asking “Give up, bitch?” Deidra’s answer was to grab at Kaycie pussy, only to lose her grasp when Kaycie rose up and dropped another knee to the back. Kaycie asked again…rather demanded, and again Deidra’s answer was to try to claw at her opponent. Kaycie rose up again, but this time aimed her knee right at Deidra’s forehead, snapping her head back. Kaycie released Deidra’s hair, and her head hit the rug with a thud. Kaycie rolled the fallen fighter onto her back and sent one more knee to Deidra’s vagina. Deidra was out of it, unable to continue to fight, but Kaycie continued to launch kicks at Deidra’s side. Chrissie, Roz, and Lisa pulled Kaycie away from the fallen Deidra, while Peg leaned over the fallen fighter wiping her face with a towel she brought. Deidra was topless and her hair was a mess and hanging down in her face. She had a black eye, a huge lump on her forehead, bloody nose, a badly swollen cheek, a couple of bloody abrasions and rug burns on her breasts, and a shit ton of scrapes and bruises over any body part that wasn’t still covered. Like her hated foe, Kaycie was topless, wearing her shredded leotard. She also had a had a black eye, a bloody nose, a mouse below her other eye, scratches on her breasts that had drawn blood, and nearly as many bruises as Deidra. Both dark brown and strawberry blonde hair was all over the rug. Other than the fact Kaycie was upright, it was difficult to tell who won. Chrissie had a wet towel and wiped down the bloodied Kaycie. Roz went back upstairs and came down with a couple of robes. She gave one of the robes to Chrissie, who wrapped it around Kaycie, who started to cry as the realization of what she had gone through physically and emotionally. Because she was so sore following Kaycie’s knees on her back, Peg and Lisa slowly helped Deidra to her feet, and slowly moved her towards the door to get her ready to go to Urgent Care to get checked out. As she passed near where Kaycie was sitting, she let out a scream and lunged at the brunette, grabbing two fistfuls of hair. Kaycie shoved her rival to the floor, and Deidra just laid on the rug and burst into tears. Roz and Chrissie held Kaycie back, still crying and rushed her upstairs to take a long shower before a trip to see a doctor. Peg and Lisa picked up Deidra and led her to one of the chairs pushed against the wall, until she calmed down. Roz told Peg and Lisa to take Deidra to the first-floor showers, and then got her dressed and took her to Urgent Care. I hurried to straighten up the lounge and set things back the way they were, and no one was the wiser.
The semester ended. Deidra usually drove both girls back and forth to school and back, but this time I didn’t think that was such a good idea, arranged for my older brother to come and pick up Kaycie and I. There was no hiding what happened between the girls, to anyone back home, as the scars and bruises didn’t heal fast. We found a way back to school for the start of the next semester, and there was a tenuous peace on the 2nd floor of Addison Hall. Chrissie and I moved to an apartment off campus, and one day I told her I was worried about Deidra and Kaycie. She told me not to worry, because the fight, as terrible and intense as it was, allowed both girls to punish each other sufficiently, even though there was a definite winner. “It’s out of their system. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if they became friends again…although not for a while yet.”
