Chapter One: The best of friends…..
“Go fuck yourself! You’ve already fucked everyone else in the club…”
Yeah…. That kinda talk was hardly going to calm Gemma down. But then again, I really don’t think calming Gemma was on Karin’s mind…
Gemma: Really Karin? You’re gonna pull the slut card on me? Have you looked in the mirror tonight? If you bend over the guys behind you can see what you had for breakfast you thick fucking tramp!
Karin: There’s nothing wrong with showing off your body you spooky little fuck! I work my ass off to look this good!
Gemma: You mean… you actually MEANT to look like that???
Gemma’s words hit as hard as they always do, but what hit harder was her attitude. That casual dismissive look combined with a wicked tongue, the way she stifled a laugh as she delivered her line made one of the prettiest girls in the club feel like a freak show. That nailed Karin in every girls soft spot, her insecurities… In a heartbeat Karin’s bottom lip stuck out as she pouted, the blonde left hurting and reeling from her aggressors cunning jab. Like all girls who find themselves plunged into anxiety and self doubt, she starts to fidget and readjust her dress, turning bright red with a sudden surge of self consciousness that overwhelms her. The rest of the girls sit in a torturous silence, The thick hostility in the air muting them as they watch Karin wrestle with her own mind, trying to fight back the tears until she finally gets up without a word and storms out…
“No wait! Karin! PLEASE!!!” they all protest but with no joy. Karin never turns back. All that can be seen is the sight of her spectacular arse bolting through the door “Damn it Gemma!!! Did you have to say that?” they whine as all the attention is now drawn to the diminutive English girl, but she just sits there smiling, sipping on her Pinot Noir and giggles a little
Gemma: hehehe! Hey now, she started it! I just finished it. If that bitch didn’t want to get insulted she shouldn’t have said anything to me.
Her posh English accent forms an interesting contrast to her appearance, formal and light with an aristocratic primness. If she spoke while your back was turned you’d think her quite at home at a regatta or a tea party but as soon as you turn around you think something utterly different.
When she stands with that almost permanent mischievous grin she wears, she stands at 5’3” and 110lbs. But she’s determined to pack in a wealth of character into that tiny frame. from her feet to her shoulders she is adorned with scatterings of various tattoo’s and piercing. She does so love attention, even her breasts (that were no small attraction to begin with at 34d) have been embellished with tattoo’s of skulls. She marvels in the looks of adoration for her art and truth be told she even enjoys the disgusted gazes they often pull… good or bad, if it’s attention, she’s happy. All in all she wears that rock chick chic with pride and a giggle.
And what of Karin? Well she couldn’t be more opposite from Gemma if she tried. Standing tall at 6ft dead with a body that’s a healthy and athletic 135lbs she’s a California dream! 21 years old with a bright future ahead as a career cheerleader. Her golden hair cascades off her well toned shoulders and frames her beautiful face perfectly. In the middle of that frame, just up from those high, soft cheekbones are a pair of eyes so strikingly bright and blue you could drown in them.
Some people would think it silly of her to get so upset from a joke at her appearance when she is so clearly stunning but that’s the gift of Gemma Rox… she has an innate ability to find your button. And when she find it she doesn’t press it, she smashes it over and over again. You see Karin wasn’t always this beautiful. She’s a product of years of hatred and self loathing.
She shot up to her height early in life, giving her this dangly, awkward frame that kids oh so loved to taunt… standing over a foot taller than your peers only served to make her an easier target for children to aim for. A boy so tall is a blessing… he’s an athlete, a winner! But a girl? She’s a freak… where she was raised girls are meant to be dainty and charming. All this bullying led her to comfort eat. After a horrid day of name calling she would binge on whatever sugary treats her hands could grab. It made her feel better at first but of course she started to grow outwards and in time food turned from a form of comfort into her own personal circle of hell. The more they insulted her the more she ate, the more she ate the fatter she got, the fatter she got the more they insulted her… by the time she hit 16 she weighed over 180lbs and decided enough was enough. Finally fed up of the malice and the laughter she became empowered with a righteous destiny.
Some would say she bettered herself through a rigorous routine of brutal workouts and disciplined nutrition, but if you say that to her face she’d likely slap you. Karin doesn’t believed she’s bettered herself in any way. She’d say there was nothing wrong with her in the first place, the only problem was the worlds perception of her… So she changed their perception. She’s proud to be the same girl she’s always been. She still has moments of paranoia and uncertainty, she still struggles with confidence when times get hard and she’s still the same humble, loving girl she’s always been. Sure she has more confidence than she had, she’ll go out in stunning dresses in the evening, beautiful bikini’s on hot days but at the end of the day Karin Taylor is Karin Taylor. If you don’t like that then as far as she’s concerned you can go fuck yourself… and Gemma certainly doesn’t like that…
Now you’re probably thinking that Gemma is a bit of a cxnt! Well… you’re not entirely wrong. She does have this devil in her, this need to start trouble and then sit back and bask in the fireworks she’s created, but her issue with Karin goes further than that. You see, Gemma’s no stranger to hate, I mean… growing up as the only English girl in a small backwards Welsh town pretty much guarantee’s unconditional hatred. Then you factor in her love for the alternative from music to clothes then you’ve really got yourself some trouble. She went through life as the victim, EVERYONE hated on her and not just verbally… things got physical on quite a few occasions… that all stopped when she was 17 and tried to throw a girl through a glass window… well…. In her defence it was more like a glass door than a window, and the bully in question never actually went THROUGH the glass, more… urm… well…. more bounced off it really. She got suspended, but she also made sure in one violent exhibition that nobody laid a hand on her again.
You see, that was Gemma’s way… Where Karin would change peoples perceptions and show them their ignorance and they’d grow to love the true Karin, Gemma would fight hate with hate. She’d rage against society and strangely enough she’d win. She always won… after all when you don’t give a flying fuck what the world thinks how can you lose?
And that’s why Gemma and Karin, despite being the victims of this world, just never got along. Gemma moved to America to study art at Brown thinking she’d escape the small mindedness of the Welsh village she left behind. Everyone thought they’d get on great but Gemma saw Karin as a cowardly wimp who changed herself to better please her tormentors… which she kinda did. And Karin thinks Gemma’s a judgemental whore who’s stubborn, single mindedness is just retarded… which she kinda is.
Some days they stay out of each others face, making peace for the sake of their friends and other days, like today, it all goes horribly wrong. And the girls are sick of it! So…. Rather unwisely they decide to do something about this…
“You know… If we get them both together… I don’t know… alone, trick them into meeting thinking they’re meeting one of us, in the gym! Late or something! They’ll have no choice but to talk this shit out right? I mean… it’ll work right?”
Ah… Helen… sweet, dumb Helen… ever the optimist, never the pragmatist…
x G x
