Wild Confession
Revenge of the Geek Gal
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
penslayer5
For the second time that day, Edna was a victim of her own creation. Though this time things were vastly different. What had once been a giant world had suddenly expanded into a much tinier one. The change itself was so fast and jarring that the geek had lost her footing and fell face first off, the bed.
Her groan of pain was nearly muffled by the mad cackle of the blonde who had watched the scene with all the amusement of a child. The little nerd girl's Tom & Jerry-esc spill was hard to not find entertaining from her perspective.
After a moment of pain, Enda began to rise to her knees as she rubbed her nose. It wasn't bleeding which meant it wasn't broken, but damn if that fall didn't really hurt. It reminded her if her freshman year where Trish punched her in the face for bumping into her. Damn psycho MMA bitch.
"Feeling alright, Edna?" Heather's sing-song voice asked. Said geek quickly looked up to find her bully standing over her with that smug grin of hers that she'd grown to hate. Come to think of it, why was she big now as opposed to smaller or dead?
Had Heather made a mistake and grown her by accident? Was this the universe finally taking pity on her for all the shit it put her through? If so, then why didn't the six-foot three amazon of a girl look nervous? She looked to be as cool as a cucumber. Did she not see her as any sort of threat?
Edna felt her fists tighten and her jaw clench. Heather was the only person on earth who could get her this riled up beside her father. Dirk was an asshole and Heather was a bitch. The worst kind of people.
Wait a second! What if Heather wasn't nervous because this wasn't a happy little accident? What if she had grown her back to normal on purpose? If so, then the implication was far more horrifying than Edna could have ever imagined. Heather knew how her gun worked. Damn it all to hell! Why did she have to make it user friendly!? Why!?
"I'll take your silence as a yes." Heather continued as she walked around to stand in front of the kneeling girl. "As you can see, I know how your gun works and I made you big again, geek. So, what are you going to do now?"
Good question. What was she going to do now? She could try and fight Heather but the last time she tried that she wound up flat on her back. Who knew the school idol practiced karate.
Enda's eye twitched. She didn't really have a lot of options here. She couldn't fight, couldn't call for help, and even if she could then Heather would user her own magnum opus against her. She was well and truly trapped.
The geek stood up to face her amused tormenter. "Why?"
"Pardon?" Heather smiled hearing the geek's annoyance.
"Why me? Why go after me!" Edna finally exploded. "I know I'm not cool like you or your friends, but I never did anything to you. So why!? Why go after me!? Why try and make my life a living hell! Why do you hate me so much!"
For the first time since entering her home, Heather frowned. "I don't hate you."
The reply was so quick and delivered with the upmost seriousness that it caught Edna off guard. She didn't hate her. How could that be? She made her life hell for years and helped turn her into a punching bag for half the school. She was lying. She just had to be.
"Lier." Edna whispered. "You have to be lying. You're Heather Fucking Miles. You're bitchy, controlling, manipulative, evil. How could you not hate someone like me."
"Bitchy? Yes. Controlling? Sure. Manipulative? definitely. Evil? Now you're just trying to butter me up. But no, I don't hate you. You're... the exception."
"What?" Edna began to back up into the bed as Heather inched closer. "If I'm being honest which is rare for me, you make me... feel things. At first, I was confused and didn't know what that not in my gut was whenever I looked at you, so I got angry and made you my punching bag."
The geek froze.
"Then as time went on, that knot got tighter, and then something changed. I got anxious when I looked at you, I got annoyed any day you were out sick, I got pissed off whenever you tried to duck me! I went out of my way to be a pain because it was the only way I knew how to communicate with you!"
Heather couldn't stop now; words were spilling out and she could do to shut the floodgates. She pushed Edna down onto the bed and glared a whole deep into the pit of her soul.
Edna felt cowed, it was the same wicked glare her father used to give her whenever he came home drunk after a long hard day at work before the divorce.
"Don't you get it now geek? Is that precious gray matter locked up in your skull capable of comprehending what I'm trying to say? I torment you because I... because I..." Heather was grinding her teeth trying to stop herself, but it was no use. " I hurt you because I like you! I like you, Edna McCoy! I like your stupid face, your ginger hair, your geeky glasses, your nerdwear, and that toxic temper you try to hide! Heather Fucking Miles like likes Edna Fucking Geek Girl McCoy!"
Heather was panting like a wild animal now having gotten years' worth of feelings off her chest. Edna was stunned. Her brain was struggling to process what in the hell she just heard.
It couldn't be, right?
Her groan of pain was nearly muffled by the mad cackle of the blonde who had watched the scene with all the amusement of a child. The little nerd girl's Tom & Jerry-esc spill was hard to not find entertaining from her perspective.
After a moment of pain, Enda began to rise to her knees as she rubbed her nose. It wasn't bleeding which meant it wasn't broken, but damn if that fall didn't really hurt. It reminded her if her freshman year where Trish punched her in the face for bumping into her. Damn psycho MMA bitch.
"Feeling alright, Edna?" Heather's sing-song voice asked. Said geek quickly looked up to find her bully standing over her with that smug grin of hers that she'd grown to hate. Come to think of it, why was she big now as opposed to smaller or dead?
Had Heather made a mistake and grown her by accident? Was this the universe finally taking pity on her for all the shit it put her through? If so, then why didn't the six-foot three amazon of a girl look nervous? She looked to be as cool as a cucumber. Did she not see her as any sort of threat?
Edna felt her fists tighten and her jaw clench. Heather was the only person on earth who could get her this riled up beside her father. Dirk was an asshole and Heather was a bitch. The worst kind of people.
Wait a second! What if Heather wasn't nervous because this wasn't a happy little accident? What if she had grown her back to normal on purpose? If so, then the implication was far more horrifying than Edna could have ever imagined. Heather knew how her gun worked. Damn it all to hell! Why did she have to make it user friendly!? Why!?
"I'll take your silence as a yes." Heather continued as she walked around to stand in front of the kneeling girl. "As you can see, I know how your gun works and I made you big again, geek. So, what are you going to do now?"
Good question. What was she going to do now? She could try and fight Heather but the last time she tried that she wound up flat on her back. Who knew the school idol practiced karate.
Enda's eye twitched. She didn't really have a lot of options here. She couldn't fight, couldn't call for help, and even if she could then Heather would user her own magnum opus against her. She was well and truly trapped.
The geek stood up to face her amused tormenter. "Why?"
"Pardon?" Heather smiled hearing the geek's annoyance.
"Why me? Why go after me!" Edna finally exploded. "I know I'm not cool like you or your friends, but I never did anything to you. So why!? Why go after me!? Why try and make my life a living hell! Why do you hate me so much!"
For the first time since entering her home, Heather frowned. "I don't hate you."
The reply was so quick and delivered with the upmost seriousness that it caught Edna off guard. She didn't hate her. How could that be? She made her life hell for years and helped turn her into a punching bag for half the school. She was lying. She just had to be.
"Lier." Edna whispered. "You have to be lying. You're Heather Fucking Miles. You're bitchy, controlling, manipulative, evil. How could you not hate someone like me."
"Bitchy? Yes. Controlling? Sure. Manipulative? definitely. Evil? Now you're just trying to butter me up. But no, I don't hate you. You're... the exception."
"What?" Edna began to back up into the bed as Heather inched closer. "If I'm being honest which is rare for me, you make me... feel things. At first, I was confused and didn't know what that not in my gut was whenever I looked at you, so I got angry and made you my punching bag."
The geek froze.
"Then as time went on, that knot got tighter, and then something changed. I got anxious when I looked at you, I got annoyed any day you were out sick, I got pissed off whenever you tried to duck me! I went out of my way to be a pain because it was the only way I knew how to communicate with you!"
Heather couldn't stop now; words were spilling out and she could do to shut the floodgates. She pushed Edna down onto the bed and glared a whole deep into the pit of her soul.
Edna felt cowed, it was the same wicked glare her father used to give her whenever he came home drunk after a long hard day at work before the divorce.
"Don't you get it now geek? Is that precious gray matter locked up in your skull capable of comprehending what I'm trying to say? I torment you because I... because I..." Heather was grinding her teeth trying to stop herself, but it was no use. " I hurt you because I like you! I like you, Edna McCoy! I like your stupid face, your ginger hair, your geeky glasses, your nerdwear, and that toxic temper you try to hide! Heather Fucking Miles like likes Edna Fucking Geek Girl McCoy!"
Heather was panting like a wild animal now having gotten years' worth of feelings off her chest. Edna was stunned. Her brain was struggling to process what in the hell she just heard.
It couldn't be, right?
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