The trip to The Spiked Pit was fairly uneventful (although if anyone would have noticed, Linda's age dropped a little more, becoming 18 years old - only three more years to go), but when they stopped at the last red light before getting to the club, something happened.
Suddenly, the car lurched forward as a car rolled into their back bumper. Jayne's face smacked into the steering wheel, causing pain, but more noticeably anger.
"Who the fuck rear-ended us?" Jayne nearly yelled, glancing in her rear view mirror. Her eyes narrowed as she recognized the pink convertible.
She barged out the driver's side door, then spun around and stomped over to the offending car in a black fury.
"What the fuck's your problem, bitch?!" Jayne screamed at Sarah McMillan, who sat in the driver's seat of her gaudy little vehicle and appeared to be checking her nails for breaks.
"Like, what the fuck, is your problem, freak?" the bitch replied, her voluptuous curves jiggling slightly as she got out of her own car. "Why don't you watch where you stop your car? You could have hurt me or something!"
"Hurt you? I'm not the one who came charging down the street like some fucking maniac! What were you paying attention to? A goddamn split end?"
"Hey, like, you totally were!" gushed Sarah's peppy little minion Zelda from the passenger seat, before giggling. By now, Zelda had changed quite a lot. All of her cybergoth make-up was completely gone, replaced by pink lipstick and pink nail polish, and her hair was no longer dyed blue, but instead was bleach blond. Her skin was still a little on the pale side, but it was slowly getting more and more tanned. She was still dressed in what she took from the original Lucy's bedroom - a pink tube top (tight against her C-cup breasts) and a white miniskirt, with slender bracelets that tinkled whenever she moved her arms. Looking at her, no one would ever suspect that she used to be a cybergoth.
"Shut up!" Sarah said to her stooge. She turned back to Jayne, a look of unmistakable contempt on her. "Y'know, how about you just run along to one of your sex jobs, so you can get started sucking cock to pay for my bumper?" She figured that Jayne must have been some sort of dominatrix, dressed up in that ridiculous latex outfit.
That sent Jayne into a blind rage, and the only thing stopping her from laying into the bitch was Joni and Linda, who dragged her back into the car as she shrieked all manner of insults back at Sarah.
They put Jayne into the back seat with Joni, while Linda clamored into the driver's seat and put the car in drive. "Just forget about that bitch, alright? She's not worth it," Linda told her friend. "We're almost to The Spike Pit. We can deal with your car later. Maybe Joni's mom could help out. She knows some lawyers, right?"
"Yeah, but I doubt she'd want to help," Joni said sourly.
Jayne just stewed, telling herself if she had half the chance she could have beat the bitch into the ground. Linda turned into The Spiked Pit's parking lot, and Jayne did her best to focus on the evening ahead.
Once Jayne's car was gone, Sarah looked at the damage to her car. She couldn't believe that this was happening. That that stupid freak Jayne Whitefield wrecked the front end of her car. Truthfully, the damage wasn't that bad, but she was more upset about who wrecked it than how much it was damaged. Of course, she had nothing to worry about, really. Her daddy could fix it easily enough. The McMillan family was very well off. Sarah's car was her present for her 16th birthday. And it was an expensive car too.
Fuming at what that stupid Goth did, Sarah got back in the car. Zelda looked at her, then looked away, continuing to chew her gum the whole time.
Sarah sighed, then drove the car to the mall. She was meeting a bunch of her friends there to go shopping. Hopefully, this traffic "accident" wouldn't put too much of a damper on the evening ahead.
