The heart of enemy territory
Revenge of the Geek Gal
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
penslayer5
Fear gripped Edna's heart as she sank to her knees within her bully's palm. Her plan had backfired and now she was little more than a bug in Heather "Fucking" Miles's hand. Why hadn't she killed her yet? Did she have something more sinister in mind?
The little geek girl didn't know and that's what scared her the most. All she could do was sit and wait and pray that some opportunity would present itself that would allow her to turn the tables. Revenge was the only thing keeping her going.
There was a large thump that interrupted her thoughts, and she was soon overwhelmed by a blinding white light. The next she knew she felt her own body tumbling down onto a surface that was even softer than Heather's skin.
She blinked a few times before her vision settled and noticed she was no longer at the school. There were no lockers, no signs talking about school spirit, no teachers, and certainly no loud and obnoxious students.
Instead, there were pink cream-colored walls decorated with posters and pink curtains. There was a computer table in the corner and a nightstand with a little mermaid lamp sat atop it. Now that she thought about it the spongy surface beneath her was an actual bed. This was a bedroom.
"Like what you see?" an all too familiar voice asked from above. Edna felt her blood run cold. She was so distracted by her new surroundings that she failed to notice the monolithic figure looking down at her with her arms behind her back.
Heather Miles... This was Heather "Fucking" Miles's bedroom. Never before had the ginger nerd felt so cornered. She was in the heart of enemy territory. She was in the goddamned lion's den.
"Uh...?" was her oh so intelligent reply. She was so scared she couldn't really get any words out. Oh, why did Ruthie just up and abandon her. She was so dead if she ever got back to her.
The bed surface suddenly shifted as Heather got comfortable on the other side. She was close now. Far closer than she had been before. "Mind if I join you? Oh, who am I kidding, of course you don't mind."
Yes, she did! Edna minded a heck of a whole lot. The way Heather just sat on her stomach kicking her feet in the air staring at her made her feel like a cornered rat against a cat. Then there was the fact she was holding her size-ray.
Edna gulped. This wasn't supposed to happen. The roles should be reversed with her being the giant and Heather being the ant. It just wasn't fair. Why couldn't she beat that damn blond!?
"You should feel privileged you know. Most people would kill to be in your position right now." Heather continued. "You're the first person besides Patsy that I ever let in here. Not even my ex-boyfriend got to see my room."
That was a little surprising considering Heather's entourage followed her everywhere she went like a lost puppy. Hard to believe she was the first person to every be "Invited" and she used the word loosely, into her bully's room.
Enda tried to speak, but the more she did the more she noticed Heather's lack of response. Was she too small to be heard properly? If so, then this was even worse.
Heather noticed the geeks movements changed and leaned in closer. She could just make out her lips moving but no actual sound came out. Was she too small? That made her giggle. Edna was too small to be heard.
"Hold on a second." Heather smiled before fiddling with the knobs of the geek's gun. Edna felt her heartbeat increase tenfold. Heather was messing with her gun. Was she going to shoot her. OMG, she was going to shoot her!
Edna's flight instinct finally took effect, and she began to run. Too bad for her there was nowhere to run to and the school's idol could close the distance in microseconds.
Speaking of Heather, she saw the geek run and couldn't help but quirk her eyebrow, amused at her cowardice. "I love it when they run."
She pointed the gun... and fired away.
The little geek girl didn't know and that's what scared her the most. All she could do was sit and wait and pray that some opportunity would present itself that would allow her to turn the tables. Revenge was the only thing keeping her going.
There was a large thump that interrupted her thoughts, and she was soon overwhelmed by a blinding white light. The next she knew she felt her own body tumbling down onto a surface that was even softer than Heather's skin.
She blinked a few times before her vision settled and noticed she was no longer at the school. There were no lockers, no signs talking about school spirit, no teachers, and certainly no loud and obnoxious students.
Instead, there were pink cream-colored walls decorated with posters and pink curtains. There was a computer table in the corner and a nightstand with a little mermaid lamp sat atop it. Now that she thought about it the spongy surface beneath her was an actual bed. This was a bedroom.
"Like what you see?" an all too familiar voice asked from above. Edna felt her blood run cold. She was so distracted by her new surroundings that she failed to notice the monolithic figure looking down at her with her arms behind her back.
Heather Miles... This was Heather "Fucking" Miles's bedroom. Never before had the ginger nerd felt so cornered. She was in the heart of enemy territory. She was in the goddamned lion's den.
"Uh...?" was her oh so intelligent reply. She was so scared she couldn't really get any words out. Oh, why did Ruthie just up and abandon her. She was so dead if she ever got back to her.
The bed surface suddenly shifted as Heather got comfortable on the other side. She was close now. Far closer than she had been before. "Mind if I join you? Oh, who am I kidding, of course you don't mind."
Yes, she did! Edna minded a heck of a whole lot. The way Heather just sat on her stomach kicking her feet in the air staring at her made her feel like a cornered rat against a cat. Then there was the fact she was holding her size-ray.
Edna gulped. This wasn't supposed to happen. The roles should be reversed with her being the giant and Heather being the ant. It just wasn't fair. Why couldn't she beat that damn blond!?
"You should feel privileged you know. Most people would kill to be in your position right now." Heather continued. "You're the first person besides Patsy that I ever let in here. Not even my ex-boyfriend got to see my room."
That was a little surprising considering Heather's entourage followed her everywhere she went like a lost puppy. Hard to believe she was the first person to every be "Invited" and she used the word loosely, into her bully's room.
Enda tried to speak, but the more she did the more she noticed Heather's lack of response. Was she too small to be heard properly? If so, then this was even worse.
Heather noticed the geeks movements changed and leaned in closer. She could just make out her lips moving but no actual sound came out. Was she too small? That made her giggle. Edna was too small to be heard.
"Hold on a second." Heather smiled before fiddling with the knobs of the geek's gun. Edna felt her heartbeat increase tenfold. Heather was messing with her gun. Was she going to shoot her. OMG, she was going to shoot her!
Edna's flight instinct finally took effect, and she began to run. Too bad for her there was nowhere to run to and the school's idol could close the distance in microseconds.
Speaking of Heather, she saw the geek run and couldn't help but quirk her eyebrow, amused at her cowardice. "I love it when they run."
She pointed the gun... and fired away.
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