Masako had gotten into school early that day to finish up some chemistry homework she was working on as a project for the class she had in 4th bell. Sheâ??d heard about the bet Sonnie had made with the football team from one of the other cheerleaders and was absolutely furious about it.  Sheâ??d been that same towering fury for most of the day; even her friends were starting to avoid her until she managed to begin to calm herself down.  Masako was your standard military-family brat type with a body that left a lot of the boys in the school drooling after her; but rumor had it that she was a closet lesbian.  The rumors werenâ??t true of course but she also hadnâ??t been seen trying to win anyone over.<br/><br/>She strode down the hallway toward her sixth class of the day with Sonnie and a few of the other cheerleaders; the group were usually friends and hung out together afterall.  But this â??betâ? of Sonnieâ??s had gone too far. And Masako had been harassed more than once since then about it, a few football players eyeing her and high-fiving.  Adjusting her knee length honey blonde hair into a high, oriental styled ponytail, she walked into the classroom and made her way to her seat next to her friendsâ??.  Today she was in a jet black halter top that was barely constraining her very large bust and vietnam-era military fatigue pants with combat boots and fingerless gloves.<br/><br/>â??Sonnie. Why did you make that bet?â? She asked in a deceptively mild tone of voice. â??Because if you got us all screwed over because of it, Iâ??m really going to be mad.â?