Riley grabbed her soda, and took a sip, watching her little sister Athena run around being crazy, and adorable, may she add. "Athena, please come over here, baby girl." She said. Many people thought Athena was her child. It might as well be, because their mother tried so hard to support them, that she was always at work. Athena ran over to her, and opened her mouth to say something, but was distracted as she looked out the big glass wall facing the golf course.

Riley was wearing a pink tank top and light blue jean short shorts. She had on white flip flops, with her hair waved lightly hanging down to her waist. She looked over at Athena, who was still staring out the window, with her mouth in a perfect circle. Athena had decided to dress herself that morning, so she was wearing a red shirt with a white skirt, with pink hearts all over it. It clearly did not match in Riley's eyes.

Her sister was adorable though. Unlike Riley, she had naturally blond hair and big blue eyes. She was only two, and she was having fun with her life, even though they both knew it was shit. Riley was popular, but that was all she had. Her friends and her family. Not very much money besides the protion of her father's paycheck every month.

Athena looked up at her. "Ri," That was what Athena always called her. "Look at that boy." She said, looking shocked. Riley put her arm around her little sister, and followed her finger to the golf course where a teenager was doing odd stretches. Riley started laughing, and her sister joined suit, but she sounded nervous. "He looks silly, doesn't he?" Rily said, reaching out to tickle her little sister's stomach. Athena nodded and climbed onto the chair next to Riley.

Riley leaned back and crossed her legs, still watching the kid. She was determined to go out their and show this weird kid what a bitch she could be. She looked at Athena. "Go see Hilary." Hilary was a bartender here that watched Athena whenever Riley 'got busy.' Riley stood up and walked Athena to the bar, and left the country club, a smirk on her face.

She walked up to the little car thing that people drove when golfing. She was a regular here at the club. "Hey George. I'm gonna go harass some nerd out there on hole 9." George laughed and handed her a pair of keys, mouthing 'have fun'. She put the keys in the ignition and peeled out, heading down the path towards the hole.

When she got there he was playing a Peter Pan like instrument. She laughed and walked up behind him. "Who the hell are you and what th hell do you think you are doing?" This time she wasn't starting nice like usual. She had a disgusted look on her face. She studied him and started laughing. That was funny. He was definately a major nerd.

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Riley crossed her arms, smiling, just waiting to see how this guy would respond. It humored her, nerds usually responded with karate moves, or some other martial art that they would yell at you for calling it karate. She laughed out loud, in her bitchy manner, as he hit that ball. She could do better than that. That was true, she was actually good at golfing. Athena could do better than that. She shook her head as he looked b ack at her.

She watched him put his driver away, sort of glad that she wouldn't have to meet it, but also angry, because if it had really touched her, she would have a lot of money. As he started screaming, this was expected and wanted, she looked down at her nails, and started picking at them, wishing she had her filer. She lookd up as he told her to fuck herself and put on a confused face. "What would be kind of hard wouldn't it. I mean, I'm not that flexible, and I only have a vagina." She said, biting her lower lip afterwards. She started laughing again as he mentioned the 'golf gods.'

She made a sad face. "Oh, goodness mister. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bother you." She turned her face back into a smirk. She really hoped her friends would show off, it was much more fun harassing someone with an audience. "Actually, I'm not sorry at all." She said with the innocent smile on her face, like she was saying, I didn't do anything. She looked away, biting her lip to stop herself from laughing, because she knew you shouldn't over laugh it.

Riley was a person that was hated a lot. But everyone mostly told you that they loved her, in a suck up ish way, or wanted to be her. Her life was pratically what everyone wanted besides the few emo kids who like it when you make fun of them. Riley would have also been offended to here that Elias thought all preppy guys were gay. He was many speaking about every guy Riley has ever dated or liked. "So I saw you preparing for the hole. Who streches to go golfing. And who plays that little instrument. I thought band nerds were really nerding, but you just beat them." She said, pursing her lips, all while trying hard not to laugh.

Then she crossed her arms. "And do you really believe cursing the 'golf gods' will make you a better golfer? I mean, is it possible to be any nerdier?" Sometimes Riley forgot why she was such a bitch. Especially when she hadn't done it for awhile. But when she got up and started making fun of people, she always remembered. It was really fun. That's why it was called making fun, because that's what it was was.

Riley rolled her eyes at him. She hated when people just assumed she was rich. Not all popular bitches had money. Some, liked her were actually poor and were only living off of child support. If her parents weren't divorced, they would be rich, her dad was a doctor, but they weren't. "Fingers can't compare to the real thing. And do you really think I'm not good enough to find some real guy to do me." Most guys would drop there pants on the spot for her.

She smiled. Didn't he understand how to handle bullies? Honestly, if you ignored them, then they would give up eventually. And you never ask them to do something, like leave you alone. It makes them taunt you more. "I can't do that." She said, crossing her arms. "I've got a lot of time, and my lovely friend went to Jamaica with me, plus, someone is watching Athena for me." She trailed off, she actually wasn't talking to him at the end. "So anyways, I would rather harass some freak on a golf course, then go hang out with actual people who migt matter to me."

Riley looked at him like he was crazy. Did he actually think that she cared in anyway waht so ever? "So, like, golf courses, I'm pretty sure that they don't hate people. Two, I don't care what you are trying to do with this hole. You probably are like, crazy, and you might try to make love with that hole." She pointed to the hole he was trying to get the ball into. She just wanted to annoy him. It was all in innocent fun to her. Though she was also really hated around the whole school.

Riley laughed out loud. He just gave her a whole lot more reasons to make fun of him. She smirked. "So, you figure out things that make you look crazy, but it makes you feel better." She shrugged, to pretend like she cared. "That's not resonable at all." She said, looking around at the gold course. Really, the only way he could get her to leave him alone at this time was to chase her with a golf club, or threaten her. There wouldn't be a lot of witnesses.

She nodded. "Alright, instrument, gay game that I have no idea what it means, cosplay, what's that, like japanese stuff? And then skills. That is like four things that makes you real weird. And I could think of more." But when he mentioned the child support, she was so angry at him. "Who are you to judge that I have no skills. And if going to college doesn't help me in anyway, I could easily just become a hooker or something." She said the last thing as a joke.

Riley was silent until he brought his club back to swing. "You know, you are not going to get any better." She said as he swung it down towards the ball, and then making contact. She watched the ball, hoping it was flying in the wrong direction.

Riley smiled as another was hit in the wrond direction. She sighed. "Well, you can't get better, but you can blame everything on random things that actually rarely affect people who golf." She stated, looking off at the direction the ball had gone. He was going to be losing a lot of golf balls with her hanging around. And she didn't plan on leaving any time soon. He would have to leave first, obviously. Then he would be the one who had lost the battle.

She shivered when he stated it would be fun to have sex with her. "God, no. I would never do it with you." She wasn't offering him with anything. She then laughed. He obviously was new around here. Every knew her. "You are new here? Because you don't know who I am. Everyone likes me." She laughed. It wasn't as much as everyone liking her, but everyone wanting to be her best friend.

Riley rolled her eyes. He obviously didn't realize she was joking when she said she could be a hooker. She was not willing to do that, that was just nasty. And some patients had to be nasty, and they was a real bad reason to why they needed to pay someone to help them be pleased. Plus, it was illegal. "I've got a scholarship to the local college here. Being a prostitue isn't really in my future." She rolled her eyes. Sure, it wasn't a really big deal, just one third was going to paid, but that's better than nothing.

Riley had found it interesting how he just dropped every topic. Most people always had a comeback, stupid or not, to her comments. Maybe he did know how to deal with bullies, she wouldn't be surprised if he did. They always had those bullying seminars, where they had people rise their hand if they had been bullied or they had bullied another person. No one ever rose their hand, but the teacher would always say that if your hand wasn't up, you were lying, then everyone would put their hand up. Then they would go into lecture about how to handle a bully, and what not.

Riley sighed, and waited for perfect timing again. "So, like, why do you talk to yourself?" She asked, smiling softly at him after he had swung the ball. She found it real fun to be a bitch to people, it was just for pure entertainment. Everyone got mad, or would soon give up. She could not wait for either one, she had time to keep torturing him, and she could think of more fun things to do at the moment. But she had to be patient, waiting for him to break.