Sandy Cheeks Novels & Stories

Sandy's expression chilled. She leaped to her feet and smacked the table with her palms. "Felicia!" Felicia didn't even turn around. She simply turned to leave. Felicia took up a tiny mirror from her desk and examined the tiny scrape on her cheek. It was scarcely noticeable and shallow. She used a moist wipe to dab at it. There's no need to worry about it. One additional mark didn't really matter on a face like hers. That girl from earlier was on her mind. Something about her seemed very familiar.

“A web you didn’t mind tangling yourself with the other night.” Sandy’s face heats up instantly. “Oh goodness, I was hoping you’d forget that already. And no, it wasn’t the boys.” “Oh?” I raise an eyebrow. “That’s… wow. It’s always the geeks who are the nastiest freaks.” Sandy covers her face with her palm. “I am not a freak. Stop that!” “You are, and that’s okay, sweetheart.” She drops her hand and glares at me, but the little smile tugging at the corner of her lips gives her away.