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The horror story you are about to read is not based on true events. The celebrities in this story are not famous as they are depicted as everyday 18/19-year-old high school girls. For Mature Audiences Only
The following story contains:
Graphic violence
Gore
Strong Sexual Content (MF,oral,interracial)
Nudity
Foul Language
Drug Use
The Slumber Party Massacre XXX: Starring: Danielle Rose-Russell, Peyton List, Mary Mouser, Lana Condor, and Jodie Comer with Randy Quaid as The Night Butcher
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{For Danielle Rose-Russell and her friends, they were about to experience the most terrifying night of their lives…
In 1990, Randall Yates known as the notorious Night Butcher went on a grisly and gruesome murder spree around the Orange/Riverside/Los Angeles areas of California. He brutally slaughtered and dismembered eighteen young women between the ages of 18-30. The body count is possibly higher as more women in the same age range have been reported missing during his killing spree. Their whereabouts or remains have yet to be found.
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In 1992, Yates was finally apprehended in Los Angeles after his 2-year reign of terror bringing comforted to the cities citizens. It didn’t take the jury long to reach the verdict of the death penalty by lethal injection for the convicted mass murderer. Randall went on a vow of silence, never uttering a word after being arrested and convicted.
On the morning of October 1st, 2020, after 28 years on death row, Randall was being transferred to San Quentin State Prison for his execution when the convoy transporting the sadistic killer and four law enforcement officers was involved in a deadly highway collision. Yates’s body was never recovered among the wreckage of burning convoy which contained the bodies of the four law enforcement officers. It’s believed he survived, but possibly seriously wounded.
Several hours after the deadly accident, San Diego Police Department along with authorities from neighboring cities and in conjunction with the FBI believe Randall Yates is still in San Diego and heading towards Mexico. A massive manhunt began.
The mayor of San Diego has placed the city on high alert with an 8 ‘O’clock curfew as the infamous mass murderer Randall Yates is at large…}
Around 7 ‘O’ clock somewhere north in San Diego, 45-year-old Phillip Stevenson and his 42-year-old wife Debra was cruising down a back road in their tattered RV camper when the couple spotted a man walking along the side of the road.
“Hey, honey. Should we give that poor man a lift?” Debra asked her husband while fixing the large curlers in her big bushy blonde hair. “He’s a long way from any city. Surely he could use a lift.”
“You’re right, dear. Not safe out here with that deranged maniac on the loose,” her husband agreed, pushing up his white bucket hat and adjusting his big bifocals to get a clearer look at the stranger in the bright orange jumpsuit mixed with a few burn marks. He beeped the camper horn as he got closer to the unfamiliar individual and stopped.
“Howdy, mister? Where you headed? The next town is pretty far from here. Care for a lift?” Phillip asked. “It’s just me and my wife. We’re headed in the same direction. Our baby girl is getting married this weekend. We’re so happy. We thought Amanda, our daughter, would never meet a man and move out of the house,” he rambled on. “Hop in buddy.”
Debra opened the side to the camper and the tall burly stranger entered the shoddy RV that reeked of a heavy tuna smell.
“Can I offer you some refreshments? I made some slamming lemonade. Or maybe you’ll like something to eat? Unfortunately, tuna fish on rye is all we have to offer,” Debra politely asked their guest, trying not to stare at the burnt scars on one half of his face and neck area. Her nostrils flared at the scent of his badly rotting flesh and facial hair. “Were you in an accident, mister? What’s your name? Do you need to go to the hospital?”
As they continued their journey down the back roads, the oldies music that played on the camper radio was interrupted by some breaking news.
“The residents of San Diego have been placed on a citywide 8 ‘O’ clock curfew as Randall Yates, the notorious mass murderer coined the Night Butcher in the early ’90s is currently on the loose after a terrible accident involving the convoy that was transferring Yates to San Quentin to be put to death later this evening. The San Diego authorities believe Yates is still around the San Diego area as he’s trying to make his way to Mexico. Randall Yates is in his mid 60’s and stands 6’5 with dark brown hair and a grey and black full beard, and considered extremely dangerous. It’s also noted that he could be severely wounded. Please lock your doors and windows and call 911 if you hear anything usual or see a person of suspicion in the area.”
“Oh boy, mister. Aren’t you lucky we came by and picked you up or that Yates fellow would have gotten you,” spoke Phillip.
While driving, Phillip was completely unaware that his wife Debra was in the back of the camper clenching her slice-open throat as blood ran between her fingers and onto her white moo-moo gown.
With the blood-soaked cooking knife still in his possession, the sadistic traveler stalked towards the clueless husband. A few moments later, the RV camper swerved off the road and crashed into a tree. The side door of the camper opened and the deranged killer disposed of the corpses of Mr. and Mrs. Stevenson on the side of the road like yesterday’s garbage and drove off in the badly damaged camper.
In the nearest town close to the ill-fated accident in the small suburban community known as Carroll’s Grove, Danielle Rose-Russell arrived home from a late Friday evening study group at the library. It was cut short due to the 8 ‘O’ clock curfew set in place by the mayor. With her parents and little brother out of town for the weekend visiting her mother’s sister, Danielle was permitted to have her closes friends stay over the weekend with the stipulation being; no boys allowed. Being extra cautious, her mom asked their next-door neighbor, Mr. Peterson to look in on the girls and reinforce the no boys rule.
As Danielle exited her car, she received a text alert reminding about the 8 ‘O’ clock curfew and to lock your doors and windows. The alert was immediately followed by a text from her ex-boyfriend Eric. The 5’7, light brown-haired, green-eyed ex asked if he could come over and work things out after their unexpected break up last week. He was caught kissing his ex-girlfriend but claimed she came onto him and forced the kiss.
On the other side of the driveway, a pair of eyes watched Danielle text Eric back with a hard “fuck off, leave me alone” message. The peeper approached Danielle and got close enough to place a hand on her shoulder.
“OH MY GOD!!” Danielle shrieked as she jumped with fear, dropping her cell phone and purse.
“Didn’t mean to frighten you,” spoke her 70-year-old neighbor, Mr. Peterson.
Danielle turned around to be greeted by her big bushy mustache neighbor. “Mr. Peterson. You nearly gave me a heart attack,” she replied, panting heavily with her heart rapidly beating in her chest. After taking a few deep breathes, her heartbeat slowed down, and then she kneeled to the ground to pick up her things.
“Let me help you,” her creepy neighbor insisted. The first thing he noticed was a condom had fallen out of Danielle’s purse. His lecherous eyes then wandered down her blouse for a good look at her flawless cleavage, attempting to get a momentary look of her giant heaving breasts he often masturbated. His cock twitched and started filling up the crotch area in his tight-fitted Garth Brooks jeans.
Danielle saw her creepy neighbor holding the condom, panicked, and snatched it away.
“At least you’re being safe,” he interjected as they returned to their feet. “I just want you to know that I will take my responsibly as your caregiver for the weekend serious. If you and your friends need anything, anything at all, please don’t hesitate to give me a call. I’ll be home all weekend. So you can call me day and night. I’ll be at your service.”
Danielle felt extremely uncomfortable hearing Mr. Peterson’s unwanted declaration.
“Thanks, but I think my friends and I will be just fine for the weekend,” she gracious turned down her neighbor’s disturbing supervision. She cracked a fake smile at him and then headed towards the front door.
Mr. Peterson stood in the driveway licking his lips with his dick noticeable bulging while his eyes outlined the curves of her thick backside.
Danielle quickly got inside her house and closed the door, letting out a huge sigh of relief.
It was 7:30 pm as a crowd in the San Diego High School gymnasium watched and cheered on two rival high school volleyball teams during the closing moments of the semifinals of the tournament. Despite a killer on the loose, the volleyball tournament commenced as scheduled with an increase of security.
Peyton List was leading the home team to their first volleyball playoff finals in over a decade. Before serving the ball, Peyton looked out into the sea of people sitting in the bleachers and smiled at her boyfriend Desmond. He was a 6’1, African American sports athlete in his own right with a football scholarship to Ohio State in the fall.
After briefly flirting with her boyfriend, Peyton served the ball to her team. After some back and forth close calls, her teammate and best friend Lana Condor spiked the ball onto the opposite side of the volleyball net, scoring the winning point of the game, advancing San Diego High School into the volleyball tournament finals. The home crowd erupted into roaring cheers. The volleyball team jumped for joy and celebrated in the middle of the gymnasium. The celebration continued in the locker room and their volleyball coach, Jodie Comer entered with a winning smile on her face.
“Alright ladies, listen up, listen up. Congratulations on tonight's big win. We’re just one win away from becoming city champions,” Jodie applauded. “Now I know you all want to go out, get drunk and high off your asses and fuck some dick tonight.” The tail end of the sentence caused the volleyball players to burst into laughter. “But there is an 8 ‘O’ clock curfew in effect right now, so I advise all of you to go straight home and be safe this weekend. And again, congratulations ladies. I’m very proud of all of you. Championship finals, here we come! WHOO WHOO!”
A happy Coach Comer exited the locker room while most of the girls started undressing for the showers.
Lana, hiding behind her locker door couldn’t help but peek at her fellow teammates’ bodies, in particular the volleyball team captain and her best friend Peyton List. She gazed intimately as the petite blond threw off her uniform top, slipped out her tennis shoes. Next, her uniform shorts dropped to her feet. The luscious curves of her milky-white buns were exposed by skimpy pink underwear. Peyton then reached behind her back and unfasten her beige brassiere to reveal a pair of perky C cup breasts, appearing large on her 5’7 frame. Lana drooled at the luscious sight of her best friend’s soft funbags. The same pair of titties she has seen many times and still soaked the front of her panties each time.
Someone watching Lana walked up behind her and tapped her shoulder.
“Oh shit!” Lane gasped, freaking out and quickly turned around to see it was her other friend Mary Mouser. “Don’t fucking scare me like that...”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Why don’t you tell her already?” Mary implied to Lana’s unashamed crush on Peyton. “You can do it tonight at the slumber party.”
Lana sighed with a doubtful expression on her face. “She has a boyfriend. Plus she has talent scouts checking her out. Her life is perfect. I can’t suddenly blow all that up by telling her I’m into chicks and I want to be with you,” she explained.
“Hey bitches!” spoke Peyton from behind, startling Lana. She hugged her arms around her friend’s waist, crushing her perky naked tits against her back. “Ready for the slumber party tonight? Desmond got us some fucking booze and I got the weed. After tonight’s win, I’m looking to getting fucked up.”
Mary replied with a tiny smirk and saw the look of arousal on Lana’s face. “Oh yeah. I can hardly wait.”
Lana let out a deep low soft moan from the feeling of Peyton’s bare breasts pressed against her back.
“Well, we need to take a shower. I don’t want to keep Desmond waiting. Remember, we have a curfew,” Peyton teased, curling a Cheshire-cat like smile. She released her arms from around Lana and headed towards the shower room.
“I almost came,” replied Lana, solemnly with the front of her panties moist. Mary couldn’t help but chuckle.
Coach Comer made her way out to the parking lot which was dark and nearly empty except for her vehicle and a tattered RV camper with a smashed front and missing bumper parked a few rows down. As she got closer to her car, a man walked up from behind and shined a flashlight.
“Excuse me, ma’am. There’s a psycho killer on the loose and I see that you’re all alone out here in the dark. Would you like some protection?” the generous man offered his services.
Jodie turned around pointing a Glock handgun that startled him.
“No. I think I’m good on protect. You might be the one in need of protection school security officer Jeff Micheals. What will a baton, mace, and a stun gun do against a bloodthirsty murderer?” Jodie replied with a wicked smile, then leaned forward and locked lips with the security officer.
“Congrats on winning the game, tonight,” he congratulated, pausing their steamy hot kiss.
“You damn right and I think I deserve my present and I want it right now,” she implied, hugging her arms around his neck and planting another hot kiss.
“You want it now? Like right now?” he questioned in a funny tone.
“Fuck yeah. There’s no one out here,” she replied, trailing kisses down his face to his neck before releasing her arms from around his neck. She tucked her Glock back inside her purse and opened the door to the backseat of her vehicle. She climbed inside and spread her legs. “Give my pussy that sweet tongue, daddy.”
Jeff smiled and helped Jodie unbuckle her pants. He pulled them down along with her panties baring her cunt which was lightly layered in dark brown pubic hairs. The security officer plunged his face into her pink pussy and began giving her twat a tongue bath.
“Ohhhhhhh, fuck!” Jodie cried out from Jeff lapping way at her tight wet cunt with wild abandonment. His tongue spelled out all the letters in the alphabet. “Ugggghhhhh, Jeff! Oh god! Ohhhhh yeeeeeeeah!”
Jeff oral assaulted her juicy clitoris next, further heightening Jodie’s sexual peak.
“OHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK! Lick that pussy! Oh, fuck! Lick my pussy! Ohhhhhhhhh,yeeeeesssss!” Jodie shrieked loudly in the dark parking lot, reaching an orgasmic point of no return.
Jeff moaned while eating Jodie’s piss-soaked love tunnel with joyous savagery as she came and flooded his mouth with her creamy pussy juices. He stroked his rock-hard cock that painfully bugled inside his uniform pants.
Jodie’s body withered on her backseat and her thrashed around like a scene straight out from The Exorcist. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head while her back arched and her hands groped her nice-sized tits over her top. Her body was deeply absorbed by waves of intense orgasms. “OOHHHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDD!!”
While immersed in her concentrated orgasms, the feeling of Jeff’s mouth on her dippy cunt stopped suddenly but his face remained buried in her hot creamy snatch.
“Hey, motherfucker! Why did you stop? I was just getting started…” Jodie’s words trailed off as she opened her eyes and saw the handle of a large cooking knife sticking out the back of Jeff’s bleeding head. Her cunt was covered in blood pouring out of Jeff’s mouth.
Jodie let out an ear-splitting scream and the car widow behind her shattered abruptly and a large arm reached inside, grabbing Jodie by her long blonde hair, and yanked her out of the car. The behemoth man slammed the screaming volleyball coach onto the pavement and stood over her.
“HELP ME!! SOMEONE HELP MEEEEE!! PLEASE HELP ME!!” Jodie screamed to the top of her lungs and with brutal force, the large man punched a fist-sized hole through her stomach and pulled out Jodie’s lungs. Her intestines spilled out of the vicious wound and into the open as her suffering ended.
“Did you guys hear that?” Mary asked with a sudden feeling of uneasiness. The girls stopped in the hallway as they heard nothing but dead silence.
“Sounded like it came from the parking lot,” Peyton chimed in while looking at her two friends.
“How about we just wait here for Desmond to come to pick us up?” said Lana, nervously. “I mean, there is a killer on the loose. He could be right outside.”
“Lana is right. Perhaps we should call the police. That was a scream I heard,” said Mary in agreement.
“And what are the odds that he’s outside waiting to kill us? Peyton mocked. “There’s three of us and one of him. He’s been locked up in prison for how long? 100 years? He’s an old fucking geezer by now. I like our odds. Now let’s go see what or who’s bumping in the night,” she taunted her two anxious friends.
The trio made their way outside to the parking lot and spotted their coach’s car still there and the shoddy RV a few rows down.
“Isn’t that Coach’s car?” Lana noted.
Peyton took the lead walking towards Coach Comer’s car. Without getting too close, she spotted two bodies in the backseat, one on top of the other, and turned around with an “OH MY GOD” look on her face towards Lana and Mary.
“What? What?” Lana asked, trying not to panic. “Is she dead? Is the killer inside?”
Peyton held her hand over her mouth trying to contain her outburst of giggling. “Oh… my… god… Coach Comer is knocking boots the high school security guard,” she revealed, followed by bursting into laughter.
“Gross,” Lana responded with disgust on her face.
“He must be hitting her pussy real good if Coach is screaming like a freaking banshee,” Peyton mentioned with a sinful grin.
A loud engine came roaring in the girls’ direction as Peyton’s boyfriend Desmond pulled up in his silver Mustang.
“C’mon baby, let’s go,” he shouted.
“The coach isn’t the only one with plans to knock boots tonight,” Peyton spoke softly to Lana and Mary.
The girls hopped inside the silver mustang unmindful to the fact that their coach and her fuck buddy were gruesomely murdered. Randall Yates sat behind the stirring wheel of the worn-down RV camper and watched the silver mustang tear out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. He started the engine to the camper and followed the silver mustang to the small suburban neighborhood sitting up on the hilltop…
A few minutes before curfew and the start of her slumber party, Danielle was in her bedroom getting ready to change into her most comfortable pajamas. She was unaware that her perverted old neighbor Mr. Peterson was spying on her from his bedroom window. He had a tripod with a video camera set up and a telescope pointing towards her bedroom. This was an every night occurrence since Danielle and her family first moved into the area a year ago. Mr. Peterson waited with bated breath to see Danielle naked but she either closed her curtains or changed in the bathroom. Seeing Danielle’s enormous breasts fight to become freed from her bras was the closes he ever got.
Mr. Peterson held his hard dick in one hand and steadily stroked while watching young Danielle undress to her sturdy black brassiere that barely contained her delicious meaty huge tits and white cotton panties wrapped snug around her big white booty. Despite not seeing her naked, this view was enough to make him shamelessly ejaculate his milky semen all over the window seal. The unsuspecting Danielle kept her undergarments on and changed into a two-piece blue-sky pajama set. She suddenly received a text from her ex-boyfriend Eric still begging to try and work things out.
Outside of Danielle’s house, Desmond’s silver mustang arrived and a few minutes later, the shoddy camper showed up and parked some distance away from Danielle’s house.
“No boys allowed, huh?” Desmond asked Peyton.
Mary and Lana exited the mustang while Peyton stayed back to talk to her boyfriend.
“Her creepy-ass neighbor will be watching us and I don’t want to get my homegirl in trouble. Just park the car down the street and sneak into her backyard. Text me in a few and I’ll meet you outside. Why should Coach Comer be the only one having some celebration sex?” Peyton planned out to her boyfriend and then leaned in to give him a tender kiss which had a watching Lana feel a bit jealous. Peyton exited the car and joined Mary and Lana on Danielle’s doorstep.
“Heyyyyyyy!” said an excited Danielle when she opened the door to greet her friends.
She welcomed her friends into her home with warm hugs. The girls were oblivious to the unhinged mass murderer watching from the stolen tattered camper just a few feet away.
Meanwhile, a patrol car found the mutilated bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Stevenson along the back road. He immediately called it in and Sheriff Paul Sutton arrived with half of the San Diego Police Department.
“Jesus hell… He was here alright,” said the concerned Sheriff. “This means he’s driving in a vehicle and could be halfway to Mexico by now. Let’s get some identification on the victims and find out what they were driving.”
“Might be a little bit of a problem, Sheriff,” exclaimed Deputy Harris. “Yates took out all their teeth and cut off their fingertips. It’s going to be hard to make a positive ID on the victims.”
“Well fuck me,” Sheriff Sutton blurred in an annoyed tone. “It seems the vehicle crashed into this tree taking the bumper clean off. Get a forensic team down here to analyze and get fingerprints,” he ordered. “In the meantime, send patrol units around the area. The FBI has the borders closed. He can still be in San Diego.”
Deputy Harris put out a call to several patrol units to canvas all nearby areas where the two dead bodies were found. The coroner’s office arrived to pick up the deceased bodies of the married couple. Their killer has found his next victims about to have the ultimate slumber party from hell in the small suburban community of Carroll’s Grove.
In town at a local burger joint, a group of eighteen and nineteen-year-olds along with some college students were hanging outside as if the curfew didn’t exist. One of the nineteen-year-olds was Danielle’s former boyfriend, Eric. He had no plans except to go to Danielle’s house in an attempt to make amends, but his best friend Shane dragged him to the burger joint, tired of seeing his best friend looking like a lovesick puppy.
“Cheer up, bro. There are plenty of other babes with bodacious tatas in the sea,” Shane clowned, handing a glum Eric a cheeseburger.
“Fuck you, man. Danielle is more than her huge boobs. She’s kind, warm-hearted, loving, and beautiful,” Eric described, painting a picture of his former girlfriend unaware that Shane was mouthing every word he said.
“Stop fucking around. I love Danielle,” Eric confessed.
Shane laughed and while doing so spotted two hot college girls, one blonde, the other a redhead sitting at the other end of the burger joint. They were checking the two best friends out with the “we think you guys are really hot” stare and giggle. Shane nudged Eric in the side to get his attention.
“Those babes are checking us out. Play your cards right and you’ll be screaming a different name tonight.”
Suddenly, police sirens went off as a couple of patrol cars pulled up into the burger joint parking lot. Everyone scattered like roaches immediately. Before Eric and Shane could take off, another police vehicle pulled up in front of them. Sheriff Sutton stepped out from the passenger seat, not to the surprised of Eric.
“Son,” Sheriff Sutton called out calmly.
“Father,” Eric replied nonchalantly.
“How are you doing Mr. Sutton? I see after a long day of hard police work you guys are starving. I recommend the burger tower; four juicy thick burger patties with cheese and bacon on top of each with lettuce, tomatoes, and onions in the middle, sandwiched between two soft sesame seed buns. Mmmm mmm. So delicious,” said Shane, obviously sucking up.
Eric’s dad gave Shane an irritated death stare.
“Shut the fuck up, boy. Your mama is worried about you. Get your ass home. Eric, get in the car. I’m taking you home,” his father sternly ordered.
“I’m not riding in the back of your police car like I’m some common criminal. I’ll ride with Shane. He’ll take me home,” Eric replied.
“Fine. Go straight home. There is a killer still on the loose. Your mom will never forgive me if something happens to you. I don’t think I would be able to forgive myself if something happens to you,” Sheriff Sutton emotionally responded. He got back inside his squad car and Eric and Shane watched the car drive off.
“You know your dad loves you right? I mean, you’re lucky to have a father,” Shane reminded his best friend. “If my bum of a father was here, I would hope that fucking psycho ass Yates fucking kill him.”
Eric stared questionably at Shane. “You have some major daddy issues, dude.”
The two chuckled as they walked over and got inside Shane’s black F-150 truck.
“You’re not taking me home, dude. I lied. Take me to Danielle’s house. She needs to know that I would never cheat on her,” Eric explained.
“Come on, man. I’m sure if we drive around, we’ll find those two hot babes that wanted to fuck us,” said Shane.
“Danielle is having a slumber party and I have on good authority Mary will be there,” said Eric, using Shane’s crush on Danielle’s best friend to persuade him.
“Fuck it. Let’s go crash a slumber party,” Shane announced, turning the key to his truck and peeling off to Danielle’s house.
A squad car patrolling Carroll’s Grove arrived on the street where Danielle’s house was located and spotted the damaged RV camper. The police officer slowly rode passed the suspicious RV and shined his light inside, not able to see anything. So he pulled in front of the camper and parked his car.
After exiting his vehicle, the officer shined his flashlight to survey the damage to the front of the camper and then flashed the light inside the camper’s front window to find it empty from his vantage point. He walked up to the camper’s sliding side door and gave a few knocks to see if anyone was inside.
“Hello? Anyone in there?”
Not getting a response, the officer walked around the suspicious camper before heading back to his patrol car and getting on the radio.
“Calling dispatch. This is Officer Jake Cole. I have a 10-37 in the area of…” before Officer Cole could finish his call to dispatch, his throat was slashed from ear to ear and blood rushed from the vicious wound all over his car seats and stirring wheel.
“Hello? Officer Jake Cole. What’s your location, Officer Cole? Hello? Officer Jake Cole?” The female dispatcher on the other end called out, oblivious of the officer’s impending demise.
Officer Cole clutched the bleeding gash on his throat, and attempted to respond to the dispatcher. He fell over in his car seat gasping his final breaths. Yates took his large cooking knife and pierced the blade into Cole’s upper back and made a large split down the middle of his back. Then the mass murderer put his hand inside the blood-gushing abrasion and ripped Officer Cole’s spinal cord out of his corpse.
While Officer Cole was meeting with his untimely death, Danielle’s next-door neighbor Mr. John Peterson was ignorant of the murder that occurred from the corner of his window. The 70-old-year slapped a big wad of lotion on his hands and greased up his cock while looking through his telescope at Danielle and her slumber party guests.
“Will someone please get naked, please,” Mr. Peterson mumbled, stroking his flaccid junk.
The slumber party was underway with drinks, food, and Nicki Minaj playing low in the background. Peyton pulled out her stash of marijuana and lit a fatty to pass around.
“Those are some really cute pajamas,” Lana complimented Danielle on her nightwear.
“Thanks. My mom brought them for me,” Danielle responded as she got a text from ex-boyfriend Eric.
“Is that douchebag still bothering you?” Peyton asked after a couple of puffs on the joint and then passed it to Lana.
“Yeah. I keep telling him to fuck off and that I don’t want to talk to him,” Danielle replied with uncertainty in her tone.
“His ex-girlfriend is a vindictive bitch. No doubt she kissed him to screw with you guys. Perhaps you should talk to Eric and hear him out?” Mary chimed in.
“Speaking of talking, perhaps you should talk to his best friend Shane. That boy eye fucks you every time he sees you,” Lana informed Mary and passed her the marijuana joint. Danielle and Peyton chuckled.
“That neanderthal? No way,” Mary said in disgusted, taking a hit off the joint and started coughing. “He’s not my type.” She continued to cough.
“And what exactly is your type of man little miss squeaky clean virgin?” Peyton blatantly called out Mary. “Plan on getting laid before we all graduate?”
“I’m not going to open my legs to the first guy that I see,” Mary insinuated, passing the joint to Danielle.
“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Peyton responded in an angry tone.
“Nothing. I’m just saying that I am waiting for the right guy, that’s all,” Mary humbly explained.
There was an awkward moment of silence after that brief exchange before Peyton started hysterically cracking up and the rest of the girls started laughing.
“I love you, Mary. I’m fine with my checkered history with men,” Peyton followed up and then received a text from her current boo Desmond. “I’ll be right back you guys. I gotta handle some business.”
“Tell Desmond I said, hi,” Danielle said.
Peyton chuckled. “I will,” replying and walked out of the bedroom. Mary looked over at Lana and could tell Peyton’s “sex rendezvous with Desmond” was bothering her.
“Say, let’s start watching some movies!” said Mary. “I feel like a horror movie.”
“A horror movie it is,” Danielle agreed.