Maggie walked a bit ahead of the others, lost in her own thoughts, the music in her head. Quick footsteps from behind interrupted, though. Dusty ran up and smacked her ass as he passed. Maggie stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Tears of pain tried to escape, she blinked them back angrily. Hope and Rachel's laughter from a few yards back blended with Dusty's as he wheeled around. Maggie could feel, not just her face, but her entire body grow hot with humiliation and anger.

"You prick," she said slowly.

Dusty just grinned. "I was only fooling around, you silly bitch," he said smugly.

Then Maggie shot him through the forehead with her father's gun. The blood and gunk that flew out the back of his head was fascinating. And his expression as he fell was pretty damn funny.

As Hope screamed and Rachel vomited, Maggie walked away, laughing.