Mandy the Bully: The Fashionista

Skyler stood at her locker, adjusting her crop top so it fell just right on her waist. Her fingers grazed the taut muscles she’d worked so hard for. She knew her look was on point—flawless makeup, chic but not overdone. The perfect balance of **** without crossing the line into trashy. This was how you owned a hallway. Every girl wanted to be her, every guy wanted her attention. Yeah, today’s gonna be good.

“You really think that’s smart?” Tara’s voice came from behind her, a little too loud and a lot too nervous.

Skyler spun around, giving her a look. “What are you talking about?”

Tara’s eyes flicked to the sliver of bare skin at Skyler’s midriff. “You’re, like, totally showing off your stomach. You know who’s gonna see that, right?”

Skyler waved her hand dismissively. “Mandy? So what. She’s not gonna do anything to me.”

Tara leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. “You didn’t hear what happened to Marie on her first day, did you? She didn’t even know Mandy’s rule—she was just wearing a regular tank top, and Mandy beat the crap out of her, Sky. Tore her shirt clean off. The poor girl didn’t even have a chance.”

Skyler rolled her eyes. “That’s Marie. She was new, she didn’t know how things worked.”

“And what about that goth chick? What’s her name again? Mandy didn’t just rip her shirt off—she went full psycho. Slamming her fist into that girl’s stomach until she couldn’t even breathe.” Tara shuddered. “I saw her on the floor, gasping like a fish out of water. She couldn’t even scream.”

Skyler's throat tightened, but she kept her cool. “Please. I’m not them. Look at me.” She tapped her toned abs with her nails, flashing a smirk. “I’ve got definition. It’s not like I’m gonna break down after one punch.”

Tara wasn't buying it. “And Dani from track? You think she didn’t have abs? She was in peak condition. But Mandy? She treated her like a heavy bag. Punch after punch until Dani was sobbing on her knees. Dani! The strongest ******* the team!”

Skyler swallowed, feeling the first twinge of doubt creep in. She was in shape, sure, but... Dani sobbed?

“She went for Dani’s belly button,” Tara continued, her voice hushed like they were swapping war stories. “That’s her move, Sky. She digs her fist right in and twists until you’re curled up on the floor. You think you can handle that?”

Skyler glanced down at her own stomach. The thought of Mandy’s fist sinking into her belly made her feel a little sick, but she straightened up, tossing her hair. “You’re being dramatic. Mandy just picks on girls who won’t fight back.”

Alexa, another cheerleader, joined the conversation, eyes wide with panic. “Oh my God, you’re still wearing that top?”

Skyler sighed, exasperated. “Yes, Alexa. What’s with everyone today?”

“Mandy’s gonna rip it right off you,” Alexa warned, voice shaking. “Like she did to that girl who wore a bikini to swim class last year. She didn’t even care it was swim class. Mandy grabbed her by the strap, and next thing you know, she was standing there in just her bottoms, crying.”

Skyler’s stomach twisted at the thought. The girl lost her bikini top? Really? The image flashed in her mind—herself on the floor, her shirt ripped away, her chest bare for everyone to see. The boys’ eyes glued to her, their catcalls, the jeers. She could feel the heat rising in her face just imagining it. She’d die of embarrassment, she was sure of it.

“And then there’s Kylie. Remember her?” Tara cut in again. “Mandy didn’t even go easy on her just because she was a cheerleader. She got one look at Kylie’s bare stomach, and bam! Fists flying. Kylie didn’t last thirty seconds before she was doubled over, begging for her life. And the noise she made? It was like someone punched a squeaky toy. So pathetic.”

Skyler’s fingers toyed with the hem of her top, her earlier confidence beginning to unravel. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

Before she could respond, a group of boys walked by, grinning and throwing fake punches at the air in front of her. “Better exhale when she hits ya, Sky! Tighten those abs, or you’ll be puking by punch two!” one of them jeered.

Another chimed in, “Hope you wore something cute underneath, because we all know how this ends.” His eyes lingered a little too long on her chest.

Skyler felt her face flush with embarrassment, her fingers itching to pull her shirt down. But she couldn’t. Not now. Not with everyone watching. I’ll just avoid her. That’s all.

By last period, Skyler had made her decision—she wasn’t sticking around for this. She’d just slip out and avoid the whole mess. Easy.

She moved quickly through the hallway, making a beeline for the exit when—

“Skyler!” Mrs. Carmichael’s voice rang out like a foghorn, stopping her in her tracks. “I’ve been meaning to catch you about the homecoming committee! Do you have a minute?”

Skyler forced a smile, trying not to look like a deer caught in headlights. “Uh, sure, Mrs. Carmichael. But I, uh, really need to—”

“I just wanted to go over a few things! The banner design? What do you think? Should we go for more glitter or—”

“Yeah, glitter’s great, but I really—”

“And don’t even get me started on the centerpieces! Are we thinking roses or tulips this year?”

Skyler glanced over her shoulder, feeling the walls closing in. Just a few more steps. Come on.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Mrs. Carmichael let her go, and Skyler turned toward the door, only to freeze.

Mandy.

She stood there, arms crossed, waiting. The hallway was dead silent now. Every single person had stopped what they were doing, eyes glued to the two of them. This wasn’t going to be a conversation.

“You really thought you could wear that and just... walk out?” Mandy’s voice was a low growl, her eyes locked onto Skyler’s stomach like a shark spotting blood in the water.

“I wasn’t—”

“Save it.” Mandy stepped closer. “You think you’re special because you’ve got abs? Think you can just show off like it’s no big deal?”

Before Skyler could blink, Mandy’s fist shot out, burying itself deep into her bare stomach.

“Oof!”

Skyler’s stomach churned long before Mandy’s fist connected, but when it did, it was like everything inside her froze—like her whole world suddenly shrank to that one point. The pain didn’t explode all at once. It started like a slow burn, growing hotter, twisting tighter. Each second dragged as the pressure built, her muscles collapsing under the force.

The air left Skyler’s lungs in a single, strangled gasp. It was more than just the punch. It was like her entire body was betraying her, folding in on itself. Her abs did nothing to stop the blow. They weren’t hard, they weren’t strong. They were just… soft. Weak.

Her knees buckled, and she stumbled back, her hands instinctively clutching her stomach. The ache spread, deeper and deeper, like something had lodged itself inside her, refusing to let go. Her body couldn’t handle it. Her mind couldn’t process it. This hurts so much!

The crowd wasn’t quiet anymore. The boys, gathered on the edge of the circle, broke out in murmurs, their voices cutting through the haze of pain.

"Look at her," one of them laughed, his voice cruel. "Her stomach's softer than I thought."

"Yeah, no way those abs were real,” another chimed in, grinning. “She’s all show.”

Skyler couldn’t even respond. Her body refused to move the way she wanted it to. Her legs felt like jelly, her breath short and shallow, as if her lungs had forgotten how to work. She tried to stand taller, tried to fight back the sob welling up in her throat, but she couldn’t.

“God, that was hot,” a voice from the back called out, as Skyler struggled to stand straight, still gripping her midsection. “Mandy, do it again!”

Another boy, closer now, leaned in with a smirk. “Hit her harder next time. I wanna see her fold.”

The air buzzed with their taunts, their laughter, their absolute thrill at her suffering. Every second Skyler stood there, gasping, made them cheer louder. They wanted more.

“She can’t take it,” one of the boys said, barely hiding his excitement. “Her stomach’s too weak. She’s finished.”

Mandy stepped forward again, her eyes locked on Skyler’s bare midriff like a target. Skyler’s hands shot up instinctively, desperate to protect herself, but it didn’t matter. Mandy’s fist smashed into her soft belly again, harder this time.

“Uhgggn!”

The pain doubled, and Skyler’s entire body convulsed, her breath shooting out in a broken wheeze. It was much worse after the first punch had softened any tightness Skyler had in her abs. The punch sank deep into her core, twisting and churning everything inside her. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. The pain wasn’t sharp anymore—it was heavy, dragging her down. Her legs wobbled, and before she knew it, she was on her knees, clutching her stomach like it would fall apart if she let go.

“Ooooh, there it is!” one of the boys shouted gleefully, as Skyler’s body folded, her face twisted in agony. “Look at her. She’s done.”

The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles. They loved it. Every second of her collapse, they loved it. Skyler’s mind raced, trying to push through the fog, trying to find some way out, but all she could feel was the pulsing ache in her belly, growing worse with every breath.

“Hit her again, Mandy!” another boy called out, his voice filled with anticipation. “Don’t stop now!”

Skyler tried to speak, tried to beg, but her voice was lost. The pain swallowed everything. All she could do was kneel there, clutching her soft, bruised stomach, waiting for it to be over.

Mandy’s fist drove into Skyler’s belly button, this time with more force, more intent. The impact was brutal, as if Mandy was trying to tear through her entirely. Skyler’s muscles, the ones she had worked so hard on for months, gave way like wet paper under the assault. 

Her body jerked, her arms flailing as she doubled over, the pain radiating outward like a ripple in water. Skyler had always thought her abs were strong enough to take anything, but they weren’t strong enough for this. They caved, leaving her defenseless, her arms were floppy wet noodles dangling at her sides.

A gasp escaped her, sharp and desperate, her entire core throbbing in time with her heartbeat. Her mind struggled to make sense of the pain, but it was too much. It felt like Mandy’s fist had reached inside her and stolen every ounce of breath, every bit of control. Skyler’s insides twisted, a deep ache spreading from her stomach to her chest, squeezing her lungs like a vice.

“Damn,” a boy muttered from the crowd, eyes wide with a mix of awe and excitement. “That punch nearly folded her in half.”

Skyler couldn’t even argue. Her body was betraying her, bending under the pain, her mind fogged with the overwhelming ache. Every breath felt shallow, like her lungs had forgotten how to fill. She tried to stand, to fight back, but her legs wobbled beneath her.

Skyler’s mind went blank. How can this hurt so much? Every nerve in her body screamed as Mandy twisted her fist, digging into her gut like she was trying to tear through her core.

Mandy’s fingers gripped the front of Skyler’s shirt—the crop top that had sparked all of this. Skyler could feel the pressure as Mandy’s knuckles pressed into the fabric, the thin material stretched taut between them. She knew exactly what was coming next. Everyone did. Mandy had done this before—taking shirts as trophies, leaving girls humiliated, bare in front of the entire school.

“Do you want to see little miss hottie’s *****?”

The crowd roared back, the boys’ voices louder than anyone else’s. “Yes!”

Before Skyler could react, Mandy gave one sharp pull. The fabric of her top didn’t stand a chance—it tore away with a loud rip that was drowned out almost immediately by the eruption from the crowd. Skyler’s chest was exposed, her breasts bouncing free, and the reaction from the boys was deafening.

“Holy sh—” one of them shouted, his voice barely audible over the others.

Skyler’s face burned hotter than the ache in her stomach. Her torn top hung limply from her elbows. She could feel the weight of their eyes on her—hungry, thrilled, like they’d just won some prize.

“Best day of my life,” one of them muttered, his eyes glued to her chest.

“Damn, those things—” another voice said, but Skyler couldn’t hear the rest. She was bent over moaning like a wounded animal, her torn top hanging by a thread, one breast swinging free like a cheap thrill, ******* hard from the cold air or the humiliation—it didn’t matter. Her hair, messy, stuck to her sweaty face, her lips parted in a half-moan, half-groan. 

This was the kind of moment that’d crawl into their heads and never leave. She knew it too, could see it in their eyes—the way they stared, hungry, desperate, like wild dogs smelling blood. They’d carry this with them, reliving it over and over as they lay in bed, their hands wrapped around their *****.

Before Skyler could catch her breath, Mandy’s fist rocketed into her solar plexus, burying deep. The air exploded from Skyler’s lungs in a choked gasp, her body folding in half like she’d been snapped in two. Her vision blurred, her legs wobbled, and a strangled grunt escaped her lips as the pain took over.

Later, when they asked her what happened, Skyler wouldn’t have an answer. Everything after that moment was a haze—her thoughts shattered, ****tered to the wind. All that was left was pain, raw and all-consuming. Her chest felt like it had caved in, every breath a jagged knife scraping her insides. The world outside didn’t exist anymore. There was only the searing ache in her core, drowning out everything else.

Mandy took a few steps back, eyes locked on Skyler’s exposed belly, heaving with weak, stuttering breaths. She wanted to make this count. With a running start, she threw all her weight behind the kick, her boot slamming into Skyler’s stomach like it was a soccer ball. The impact sent Skyler’s body jerking forward, her mouth opening but there was no air left for her to make any noise. 

Skyler’s world shrank to nothing but pain—sharp, deep, unrelenting. She crumpled further, her forehead pressed to the cold floor, moaning, sobbing, her body twitching with each ragged breath. She wasn’t here anymore, not in this hallway, not in front of this cheering crowd. She was floating somewhere outside her body, somewhere distant, where the agony was just a dull roar.

From that far-off place, Skyler could still hear Mandy’s voice, sharp and cutting through the fog of pain. "Next time, wear some clothes!" Mandy spat, her tone dripping with contempt. And then, just like that, she was done. She left Skyler curled up on the floor, a sobbing, broken mess. Useless. She wasn’t the Queen of nothing. Just another girly-girl who needed a hard lesson—maybe this would finally help her grow some substance, toughen her up.

Mandy didn’t look back. She strutted down the hallway, hands shoved in her pockets, leaving Skyler in the wreckage. A few guys leaned out from the crowd, smirking, nodding in approval. Mandy grinned, high-fiving them as she passed, feeling the weight of victory on her shoulders as she headed home. Skyler? She was already forgotten.