Stephanie attended the regional school across the county. She was never that close to Drew or Theresa in the beginning. Drew awkwardly tried to make out with her at a party once before she politely informed him that she was much more interested in making out with his female companions.
Once at the mall Drew saw Theresa talking to her in hushed tones while returning from the bathroom. Theresa gave him a look. Drop it. Do not ask. For once, Drew did drop it and did not proceed into his usual rambley, awkward, string of thoughts and questions. Later Theresa quietly told him that a few neanderthals tried to grope Stephanie at school that day. The larger one slammed her head into a locker when she did not acquiesce. They proceeded to grab at her pants to “make sure she was really a chick.” She cried on the floor. They taunted her. “Dyke. Lesbo.” No one dared stop them for chance of being the next target. They got away with the bare minimum punishment. The upcoming regional championship was much more important.
Theresa gave her a bandanna to hide the bruises. Like Theresa, Stephanie kept her hair cut in a dreamy, very butch, buzzcut. From afar she looked like a boy with largish breasts. Drew was too preoccupied with his unrequited love for Amber to notice how that particular look really made him feel.