For SnapsFromYourBully, with love:
It was all your fault, of course. Not just for being an inferior suitor, but also for actively helping him out.
Stacy had never really liked Chad. He was loud and crude. Stacy was more into sensitive musicians and writers. Such as your friend Kit, whom she used to date. That was a year ago. They’d met on a poetry forum. Stacy was the perfect woman, as far as you were concerned. She was beautiful, of course, and smart and funny. Plus she had the exact style sense that drove you wild. She dyed her brunette hair jet black, wore black lipstick, black nail polish, and black…everything. She wore safety pins as jewelry. Not just on her clothes, but in her body. She’d pierce herself with them. One time she came to school with a safety pin through her septum. You fucking melted for this hot weirdo. And you decided it had been long enough that Kit couldn’t cry foul. You had to act.
For his part, Chad wasn’t crazy about Stacy, either. He mocked and bullied her almost as much as he did you. You decided to kill two birds with one stone: finally stand up to Chad and make a good impression on your dream girl. He’d beat you up in grade school, but you figured his aura of fear was mostly reputation by now. You all needed to stop giving him power over you. So the next time you saw him be mean to Stacy, you were determined to intervene.
It didn’t take long. He came across your AP Lit class letting out and bumped Stacy into the lockers, causing her to drop her books. She just kneeled down and started to gather them awkwardly. Everyone’s tactic by now was to not escalate with the bully.
“Sorry Emily the Strange, guess I just thought you were a ghost and would pass through me! Ooooh!” He laughed uproariously. Chad loved himself; you had to give him that.
“At least be original, you moron! Knocking nerds into lockers is surely a little derivative even for someone as boring and dimwitted as you, Chad.” Some other kids nearby laughed nervously. You thought you maybe sounded cool, but you were also shaking. You extended a hand to Stacy who had gathered her books. She accepted your help standing. The touch felt electric. Hopefully she didn’t notice the shaking. “Get a fucking hobby or something to occupy that single brain cell in your head. Maybe then you’ll have something to identify with other than being a caricature of a high school bully.”
“Oh wow, you’ve pierced my very essence, Anders. I will reform my ways and never darken your doorstep again. Goodbye fair freaks, you have taught me so much.” He turned and walked away. Wow. That was…easy?
“Just kidding! I pick on others because it’s fun and you can’t stop me. Remember that.” *WHAM!*
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