Friends are Made

You wake up feeling positively wicked. You meet the girls at the coffee shop. You order your coffee, and comment about the girls weight loud enough so she can hear.

Phoebe smiles and Molly and Diana snigger.

You examine them more closely. Phoebe is slowly devouring their souls, leaving only cruelty. Diana’s light is nearly gone. Molly still has enough soul left to fight it, but you know she won’t. She’s addicted to the popularity of being Phoebe’s friend.

You sit down and sip your coffee while whispering about the losers in the line.

Each of them is flawed, but you don’t see a potential beta in any of them. Then it hits you. You know the perfect girl and you know just where she is.

“Girls, you’ll have to excuse me, I need to attend to something. Phoebe, mind if I use Gregor?”

Phoebe grins. “Planning on growing our clique?”

You grin back. “I have the perfect girl in mind.”

You leave. You need to hurry if you are going to catch her on the way back from class. Thankfully you make it there on time. She sees you and turns the other way.

Fortunately, you are much quicker than your little mouse.

“Hello, Mel, scared of interacting with actual people. You’re such a mama’s girl.”

You see her cringe and try to escape.

You continue your brutal **** on her psyche, mocking her every fear from her shyness to the odd shaped mole on her ass. Finally, she breaks into a run. You keep up with her easily. You let her think she has a chance at escaping before you trip her. She hits the ground with a thud. You give her a little kick in the solar plexus just to knock the wind out of her.

“So pathetic.”

“Please stop!” She wheezes.

You laugh. “Why would I do that?”

“I‘ll…”