Page 98 of Defiant
No one clapped. In fact, a few curious whats were heard in the audience. Jaz and Bobbi met eyes.
The principal, oblivious to the fact that the results had clearly been rigged, went on, “If Jazmine Smith is here, come on up. Accept your crown. Trust me, it’s more beautiful up-close.” He stuffed the envelope back into his pocket and waited.
My eyes were glued to her as she stood, as she held her head high and marched through the great room, as she carefully stepped up onto the stage and stopped beside the principal, who’d already picked up the crown when he’d seen her get up. Jaz walked like a woman with purpose, her goal in sight.
And the way she moved those hips…God, I really couldn’t wait until I could bend her over something, anything, and feel her take every inch of me in.
The principal gave Jazmine a smile before moving behind her and setting the crown upon her head. Had to say, it looked a lot better as it sparkled on top of her head than it would’ve on any other girl here.
“Thank you,” Jaz said, grinning. She opened her mouth to say something else, but a third presence stormed onto the stage, fuming.
Ah, there she was. The bitchy blonde who had it out for my girl.
Brittany wore an elegant red dress, her blonde hair swept onto a single shoulder, her hands wearing satin gloves. “Bullshit,” she growled out, loud enough to be caught by the mic the principal was holding. “You didn’t win!”
The principal appeared uneasy at the sight of conflict, looking pale as he tried to gesture for Brittany to take a step back, away from Jaz. “Now, now, Ms. Pots, you lost, fair and square.”
“I want a recount,” Brittany demanded, her fists clenched at her sides as she stared daggers at Jaz. “We all know you didn’t win, Jaz. We all know it!” She sounded like a raving lunatic, and not a single Midpark student in the audience leaped to stand with her, not even her friends. Hell, not even the teachers watching the fiasco go down lifted a finger to help get her off the stage.
Everyone was motionless, shocked at the turn of events. Everyone wanted to simply watch what would happen next.
“You’re a liar, Jaz, a fake. You’re nothing,” Brittany growled out.
“Now, Ms. Pots, I won’t have you name-calling—” But the principal was drowned out by the sudden playing of a movie on the screen.
I hadn’t seen it for myself, not until now. A video from that party, when Jaz had been humiliated. It looked like it was taken from an awkward angle, and watching Jaz get laughed out of the house made my blood boil. I started to get up, but Vaughn set a hand on my arm, pulling me back down.
“Fuck,” Bobbi whispered. “She pulled out all the shots.”
“That’s you,” Brittany spoke as she pointed at the screen. “You’re nothing but a fucking bitch pretending you belong here, and I’m tired of your shit.” The principal tried to grab her—something which he was attempting to avoid before all the swearing—but she managed to push him back.
Jaz held her ground, shrugging as she said, “I might be a liar. I might be a fake. I might be nothing but a bitch, you’re right.” She cocked her head, taking a single step towards Brittany as she added, “But I’m the bitch with the crown now.”
That was all Brittany needed to lunge for her, to lose what sanity held her back. But Jaz was ready for her. After all, she’d been seeing Jacob frequently these past few weeks. All Jaz had to do was sidestep her, and she’d avoid Brittany’s attack.
But that’s not what my beautiful girl did.
No, she did something much better, and arguably much worse.
Jaz lifted an arm, swatting it through the air, causing Brittany’s outstretched hands to fly to the side, and then she went for her ankle, sweeping her own heeled foot under Brittany’s, which made the attacking girl lose her footing.
It all happened so fast, but in the blink of an eye, Brittany had fallen off the stage, landing in a crumpled, beaten heap.
She was fine, of course. The stage only stood two feet above the floor, but it was enough to make her lose her gusto, to make her anger simmer into a raging hatred. And, amazingly enough, it was enough to cause most of the audience watching to laugh.
To laugh at Brittany, something which I bet no one had ever done before.
As the principal hurried to make sure Brittany was alright, the DJ was busy pushing aside the friend that had hijacked his laptop when he wasn’t looking to play the video—a flash drive, from what it looked like.
Brittany got up, but her dress must’ve caught on some of the sound equipment, for it ripped on the side, all the way up to her thigh, exposing the fact that she wore nothing but a thong underneath the dress.
Oh, hell yeah, that made everyone laugh even more.
As the principal struggled to help hide Brittany’s predicament, Jaz walked off the stage, ignoring Brittany’s shouting. She allowed herself a tiny smirk as she walked to our table, looking damned good in that crown.
Never thought I’d be eager to go down on a princess, but I guess there was a first time for everything.
“Hell yeah,” Bobbi said, grinning. “That was epic, minus the video her friend played, but it isn’t like everyone hasn’t seen it before.”
