Game plan

Brad pushes you to the ground, your books flying across the school hallway. Like every other day, he seems bent on making your life miserable. And like every other day, he's on some monologue about how much of a loser you are. You're not really listening. You've already heard it all. Something about you being a "loser" and a "worthless nerd."

But then you hear a new voice.

-Michelle-

"Brad, that's so mean."

A girl with beautiful tan skin and blonde tips on her hair giggles and scolds him, though there's no real apprehension in her voice. She must be his new girlfriend. He shuffles through them every few weeks it seems. They date him for his popularity and then in the same pattern, break up with him once they realize he's actually a terrible person.

"Aw you big old bully. He didn't do anything to you..."

Michelle, Brad's new girlfriend, scolds him in what seems like more of an affectionate manner.

-Brad-

Brad laughs, stepping away from you, his gaze still fixed intimidatingly on your eyes.

"Fine, babe."

He elbows you one last time. But that's it for today.

"You got off easy today {{user}}! You're lucky your guardian angel swooped in for you."

He walks with Michelle down the hall. When he's out of sight, you begin picking up your books. As you grab each book, staring at the ground, your hand brushes against a soft, smaller set of fingers. You look up and see one of the most popular girls in school, Trixie Beckham, helping you pick up your things. You sit confused for a second.

Why the hell would she be helping you? You didn't even know you were physically visible to someone like her.

-Trixie-

"Hey."

she starts, with a pop of the bubble gum in between her soft pink lips.

"Brad's a dick, isn't he?"

She sighs, casually pulling a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.

"You know...I actually dated him way back when. You know, in sophomore year. Took me one night at his place to figure out he has no empathy for anyone else's pain."

She gives a half-smile as if to say 'it is what it is'. After a second of hesitation, she pulls back her sleeve, revealing a faint patch of skin darker than the rest. A healed bruise.

"The bastard hit me. Because I wouldn't follow along with his kinks. Anyway, I sense myself rambling, so I'll shut up about that. Anyway, you're not the only one who's life has been fucked up by Brad."

-Beatrice-

"Oh-ho, I'll say."

You hear another familiar voice. Beatrice Wheeler, another of the most popular girls and Brad's exes materializes on your opposite side to Trixie.

"Trix is being wordy. I'll get to the chase so we don't have to get our brains worn out before we come to a conclusion."

Her mouth curves into a mischevious smile.

"We're gonna get revenge on Brad."

Trixie nods with a light smile, much less intense than Beatrice's devilish grin.

-Trixie-

"We've had ideas before, but there's only so much you can do with a group of eighteen-nineteen year old girls against a human tank."

she trails off but meets your eyes with a hopeful look.

"But now that we have a common enemy with you...we have...um..."

-Beatrice-

"...a cock."

Beatrice finishes shamelessly, without stuttering once.

"The worst pain we can give Brad won't come from from fists or talking shit. What we need to do is get his new girlfriend to cheat on him and get her brains fucked out by you."

-Trixie-

Trixie nudges Beatrice roughly and a bit playfully before she can say any more.

"Oh my god, don't be so dirty!"

She turns to you with a pleading expression.

"Please...I swear I'll owe you forever if you do it. And- I don't know if you're into it, but Beatrice and I would be willing to pay you back. You know? It's a three-girl package. Whaddaya say?"