Unable to wait
Revenge of the Geek Gal
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
deadlysin811
Trish would attempt as she walked the halls, watching the clock on her phone very carefully as she seemed to time just how long she had before classes would let out and allow the students the time to get to the next room they were heading for. Running a hand through her hair as she walked, she did her best to remain composed, but the old saying of the cat and curiosity was a nagging entity in the back of her mind. She couldn't help but think of the device, to the point of pulling it free of her pocket to look it over, practically salivating over it. Hungry eyes which were ready to test it, to do as she wished and of course...to share her prize.
It would become far too much for Trish in the end, only getting a few more steps before her mind would ultimately be made up. She letting out a loud sigh as she once more took the device in her hands, her green eyes inspecting the details yet again, having done this too many times for her to keep track of anymore. "Fuck it" Would be all that she said before springing into action, everything seeming to become a blur around the young woman. Fully aware of what she was doing, but the pounding sensation of her heart and the anxiety filling her mind. It was a feeling she remembered very well through her first time in a fight. She was merely acting on instinct, and considering what she could do, that wasn't entirely a good thing.
Unsure of just how much time had passed, Trish would find herself pushing open one of the double doors leading outside of the school, and allowing herself the sense of freedom. The intense blinding light of the sun overheard, her eyes having grown more adjusted to the more dimly lit school. The surge of such an uncomfortable sensation would be all that she remembered until she got to the base of the steps leading into her apartment....
Making the long climb up the few floors to where her apartment resided, Trish would move with intent, the device safely tucked away in her back pant pocket, and in her left hand, she had something clasped in her fist. Something precious by the way that she held it loosely and yet firm to ensure it went no where, but remained unharmed. With a turn of the knob leading into the apartment, she would swing the door open quietly before stepping in. Looking down to her right, she would notice a hoodie hanging on the hook by the door, something which only made her smile. "Good, she's home." She would assure herself before making her way further into her home. It wouldn't take long either for her to find the woman in question either, all it took was a glance to the living room.
Seated in the center of the couch was a young woman, sitting with her feet propped up on the edge of the coffee table, a book resting in her lap. A young Japanese woman, Nishura Yin whom had met Trish as her parents moved her to the States. Though she was sitting here, she was known to still make trips to tutor some of the students even if she had graduated the year prior. It was an easy way to make money on the side, even if you considered the awkwardness that came with teaching the very people who had been her classmates. Of course through this, she had met a few of the unsavory people that most students had a problem with. Heather Miles being at the top of that list, as well as the incredibly arrogant Mizuki, a fellow Japanese student who viewed Yin as more a rival than a friend.
Yin wouldn't even look up from her book, but she would merely sigh as she knew what that sound was. "You're never going to graduate if you keep skipping class." She began to lecture, her voice somewhat stern, and yet she couldn't hide that certain sweetness behind it. Unlike Trish, Yin seemed to have a heart, she was sweet and composed, a perfect counterbalance to Trish's violent personality. Even as the Punk girl looked her over, she couldn't help but drool over what she had gotten in this girl. Yin is a petite young woman, both in height and weight, a slender build. Much like what was mentioned, the influences from Trish would come in her looks. She having long shoulder length hair, kept straight, dyed a combination of primarily red, with some blonde and black thrown in. Her dark eyes were hidden faintly by a pair of rectangular black framed glasses.
On this particular day, her attire wasn't much either, she wearing one of Trish's black t-shirts from one of her favorite bands, it fitting her loosely, a short sleeved black and white plaid button up shirt over that and a pair of faded and torn blue jeans which traveled to her converse. The dirty and beat up sneakers which had their soles planted firmly on the edge of the coffee table. Sure it may not have been a hygienic move, but realistically, when one looked down and saw off the ash trays which were overflowing, empty cans and discarded trash, her feet being there didn't seem to matter. Wordlessly, Trish would just move in, and deposit the contents of her left hand onto the table. Sluggishly, Yin would allow her book to drop into her lap so she could look over it to see just what Trish had done this time.
Though once her eyes adjusted to it, they would widen, a look of shock coming across her face and a sense of disbelief clouding her mind. She knew what she was seeing, but it was impossible right? "H-How?" She could question, only getting Trish to chuckle as she dug that device from her pocket and showed it to Yin. "Little nerdy Edna "happily" donated it to me." Trish would begin, hiding many of the facts away, after all, she doubted Yin would catch onto them at the moment. Still, it would leave her to look up at Trish, the device and then allowing her eyes to settle back down upon what was shrunken to an inch tall at her feet.
It would become far too much for Trish in the end, only getting a few more steps before her mind would ultimately be made up. She letting out a loud sigh as she once more took the device in her hands, her green eyes inspecting the details yet again, having done this too many times for her to keep track of anymore. "Fuck it" Would be all that she said before springing into action, everything seeming to become a blur around the young woman. Fully aware of what she was doing, but the pounding sensation of her heart and the anxiety filling her mind. It was a feeling she remembered very well through her first time in a fight. She was merely acting on instinct, and considering what she could do, that wasn't entirely a good thing.
Unsure of just how much time had passed, Trish would find herself pushing open one of the double doors leading outside of the school, and allowing herself the sense of freedom. The intense blinding light of the sun overheard, her eyes having grown more adjusted to the more dimly lit school. The surge of such an uncomfortable sensation would be all that she remembered until she got to the base of the steps leading into her apartment....
Making the long climb up the few floors to where her apartment resided, Trish would move with intent, the device safely tucked away in her back pant pocket, and in her left hand, she had something clasped in her fist. Something precious by the way that she held it loosely and yet firm to ensure it went no where, but remained unharmed. With a turn of the knob leading into the apartment, she would swing the door open quietly before stepping in. Looking down to her right, she would notice a hoodie hanging on the hook by the door, something which only made her smile. "Good, she's home." She would assure herself before making her way further into her home. It wouldn't take long either for her to find the woman in question either, all it took was a glance to the living room.
Seated in the center of the couch was a young woman, sitting with her feet propped up on the edge of the coffee table, a book resting in her lap. A young Japanese woman, Nishura Yin whom had met Trish as her parents moved her to the States. Though she was sitting here, she was known to still make trips to tutor some of the students even if she had graduated the year prior. It was an easy way to make money on the side, even if you considered the awkwardness that came with teaching the very people who had been her classmates. Of course through this, she had met a few of the unsavory people that most students had a problem with. Heather Miles being at the top of that list, as well as the incredibly arrogant Mizuki, a fellow Japanese student who viewed Yin as more a rival than a friend.
Yin wouldn't even look up from her book, but she would merely sigh as she knew what that sound was. "You're never going to graduate if you keep skipping class." She began to lecture, her voice somewhat stern, and yet she couldn't hide that certain sweetness behind it. Unlike Trish, Yin seemed to have a heart, she was sweet and composed, a perfect counterbalance to Trish's violent personality. Even as the Punk girl looked her over, she couldn't help but drool over what she had gotten in this girl. Yin is a petite young woman, both in height and weight, a slender build. Much like what was mentioned, the influences from Trish would come in her looks. She having long shoulder length hair, kept straight, dyed a combination of primarily red, with some blonde and black thrown in. Her dark eyes were hidden faintly by a pair of rectangular black framed glasses.
On this particular day, her attire wasn't much either, she wearing one of Trish's black t-shirts from one of her favorite bands, it fitting her loosely, a short sleeved black and white plaid button up shirt over that and a pair of faded and torn blue jeans which traveled to her converse. The dirty and beat up sneakers which had their soles planted firmly on the edge of the coffee table. Sure it may not have been a hygienic move, but realistically, when one looked down and saw off the ash trays which were overflowing, empty cans and discarded trash, her feet being there didn't seem to matter. Wordlessly, Trish would just move in, and deposit the contents of her left hand onto the table. Sluggishly, Yin would allow her book to drop into her lap so she could look over it to see just what Trish had done this time.
Though once her eyes adjusted to it, they would widen, a look of shock coming across her face and a sense of disbelief clouding her mind. She knew what she was seeing, but it was impossible right? "H-How?" She could question, only getting Trish to chuckle as she dug that device from her pocket and showed it to Yin. "Little nerdy Edna "happily" donated it to me." Trish would begin, hiding many of the facts away, after all, she doubted Yin would catch onto them at the moment. Still, it would leave her to look up at Trish, the device and then allowing her eyes to settle back down upon what was shrunken to an inch tall at her feet.
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