Tired and sore the next day

You sat through an uneventful class that allowed more for recollection than learning, body aching from both your unrestrained fuckfest with Sarah and Nancy as well as the violent aftermath.

Dozing off, you are broken from your meditation as your phone buzzes, informing you of a private message.

Oh God, it's Starfruit55 again.

Starfruit had been a constant thorn in your side, harassing you online and ensuring that even if you weren't at school, you were still getting your proper dose of verbal abuse.

You had blocked them, of course. 54 times. Ergo, "Starfruit55".

With a sigh, you opened your social media app of choice and decided to see what it was this time.

"Hey.

I'm in class right now but I had to message you, dude.

I'm touching myself right now. I'm thinking about you right now.

God, it feels so fucking good stretching myself out with my fingers I am so goddamn wet you wouldn't BELIEVE it unless you licked it off my fingers. Or felt it on my pretty panties.

Fuck I wish you were here right now I want to take you SO fucking bad!!!

Oh God!

Oh God that was good.

See you around, loser"

You stared at your phone in shock as the messages came in, one after the other. Starfruit had always been brutal to you, but never sexual. Just name-calling, putting you down, usual stuff. You know, ACTUAL bullying not reverse psychological "I'm going to fuck you and you totally don't want it haha I win" bullying.

It was all very unclear, but it seemed that you had to suggest the idea of sex before a bully would begin proactively using it to punish you. Which means… Starfruit had heard you "didn't" want this. She knew you IRL. She mentioned being in class just now, so she was a student, right?

Ok think. Who had it out for you? Sarah and Nancy, obviously, but the way the messages were written didn't fit Sarah's manner of speaking, and you didn't think Nancy had been aware of you for as long as Starfruit had been messaging you.

While the cheerleaders went along with whatever Sarah said, none of them had ever seemed too malicious towards you…

Wait. There was one girl in Sarah's posse that had always teased you just a little more than seemed necessary. One girl that had even started the taunts before Sarah ordered them. Come to think of it, she had been the one that had held Dana in place on the first day you had had your powers back in that hallway.

Flashbacks of harsh words, coquettish smiles and that dirty blonde hair done up in her signature ponytail came back to you as you remembered a name you were now attaching to the online handle Starfruit.

Annie.

Of course, it all made sense! Now that you thought about it, those messages couldn't have been written by anyone else- the way the two of them spoke were exactly the same.

A jolt of excitement ran down your spine as a secondary realization hit you. You could, and knew you WOULD, fuck her. You had to. Taking a deep breath in, you thought of the possibilities. Of how beautiful the sight of her magnificent ass clapping back against you as you railed her would be.

Visions of lurid pleasures were cut short as the bell rang.

"Remember, the cheer event is coming up soon. Attendance is mandatory." The teacher recited in monotone. Cheer event? Hehehe…

Plans for the future began cooking in the back of your head as you walked into the hallway, feeling like the king of the world with Nancy wrapped around your arm and pecking at your shoulder.

*chu chu chu*

"Oh, John…" she sighed contentedly, squeezing your arm tight as you walked through the hallway. You beamed, picking up her subtle scent of lilies and loving her presence. Occasionally, a student gave you side-eye, but most looked at you like they would any couple that seemed madly in love. Had this been going on for so long that it had become normalized?

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice that Nancy was looking at you, trying to get your attention. "John?" You turned to face her and were richly rewarded by eye contact with what you could only describe as the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. In a moment that felt like it lasted forever you scanned her face and drank in her beauty: black hair in a bob, a cute button nose, dark red lips- plush and made for kissing, soft and graceful cheeks, a collection of small moles across her face that made her look even more beautiful in a unique, asymmetrical way, and a pair of viridescent green eyes that trapped you inside whenever you saw them.

"Who was that you were talking to earlier?"

"Oh, that was just Tom, one of my friends."

She raised her eyebrow "Friend? And do you spend time alone with this 'friend'?"

"I mean, we hang out and talk sometimes, why do you ask?"

"No reason…" she says, looking down to her side and placing her hands behind her back.

No… No! I can't let him relapse. Not my John.

"Would you be interested in watching a movie with me tonight?" she asked, studying your face and waiting for an answer.

"Yes, of course! Where should we go? I know they are having discount Tuesday at the theater downtown-" she held a finger to your lips to cut you off.

"My place. I'll have snacks and beverages… but you might be too busy…" she leaned in to whisper "...eating something else." The words slithered from her mouth and wormed into your brain, each syllable dripping venom with lecherous intent.

You spent the rest of the day in a stupor, under the effect of her toxic suggestion as her siren song echoed in your head. You sleepwalked through the rest of school, drawing the concerned attention of Nia.

"John, are you ok? Are they bullying you again? I heard that both Sarah and Nancy have been on you and… I'm worried about you." Touched by her genuineness, you reassure her. "Don't worry, Nia. I'm fine. Just distracted right now."

She knitted her brow and looked in your eyes. Sidebar: how the fuck were so many amazing girls talking to you? "Are you sure? Is it something you want to talk about?"

"Yeah, I'm good, really. I'm just really looking forward to tonight. My girlfriend" -you could get used to saying that- "invited me over to watch a movie." Her face falls.

"You mean Nancy," she says with fear. While she may have been safe under Sarah's protection, Nia knows what Nancy can do to people, how cruel and vindictive she is.

"Yeah, Nancy…" you sigh dreamily. "She's been great. It's been great. Life is great, isn't it?" She notices you perk up and says, suspiciously, "but you know what she does to other students, right? Is this Stockholm Syndrome- do I need to stage an intervention?"

"Nope, no Sweden here. She's just been great. I mean it. I've never had a girlfriend before and she's talked to me about my interests, gone on dates with me and given me precious memories. She likes Dr. Strangelove! Isn't that great? I know someone else who likes Dr. Strangelove. Man… I don't know what it is, but it seems like she's become more understanding and compassionate. She was very aggressive when she started dating me, but now she's soft-spoken and sweet. Heck, we've spent so much time together I bet she hasn't had the chance to bully anyone else."

Nia looked at you and said "You know, I haven't heard of anyone being destroyed recently… hmmm." Remembering one of the only moments yesterday when you weren't being sexually annihilated, you offered "oh, you could ask Dana! My sister, that is. Nancy spoke to her yesterday and apologized for everything. It was really sweet." Nia stared at you for a long time, pondering. Grabbing your hand, she said "Ok. I believe you. But if things go bad and she's awful to you, let me know. I'm sorry for how I've treated you and… want to make up for it." You sense her kind resolve in the warmth clasping your hand and smile.

"Thanks, Nia. I'll keep you posted." You feel your pants buzz and take your phone out. Is it Starfruit again? No, it's a text… from Nancy. Your eyes pop open as you see that it's a photo of some kind. "See you," you say to Nia, leaving hurriedly and heading to the bathroom.