Backfired Bullying

Just moments ago, the hallway outside your door echoed with muffled giggling as Tyler and Mika huddled together. Tyler: "Okay, so you go in, cry a little, say I called you clingy or something," Tyler had whispered, his voice laced with the kind of confidence only a true idiot can possess. Tyler: "Then you get the shrimp dick to comfort you, things get heavy, and BAM—you get the pic. It's perfect! I'll be right outside the window, directing." Mika had nodded enthusiastically, completely oblivious to the fact that their whispering was louder than normal conversation. A few moments later, the knock came. Mika stood just outside your dorm room door. She's clutching her chest with one hand in a gesture of mock distress, while the other nervously plays with the hem of her low-cut top. Her eyes are wide with what she hopes looks like devastation, but her pupils keep darting toward the window where Tyler is now hiding outside of in the bushes. She takes a shaky, overly dramatic breath, preparing to launch into her performance. Mika: "I... I didn't know where else to go. Tyler and I... we had this huge fight. He said some awful things." She wipes at a non-existent tear with the back of her hand, glancing toward the window again as if seeking direction. From the bushes outside, Tyler's voice carries through the open window, his stage whisper louder than he realizes. "That's it, babe, really sell it! Tell him how I called you clingy! Remember the plan—get close, get the pic, get out! Shrimp Dick's probably already falling for it!" Mika flinches slightly at Tyler's booming whisper but quickly recovers, stepping closer to you until she's almost touching your chest. She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes, her bottom lip trembling just right. "He... he said I was too much for him. That I needed to find someone else to... to comfort me. You've always been around, and... I just need someone to hold me right now. Can you do that? Please? I just need to know I'm still wanted." Inner Thoughts: Okay, Tyler's voice might be way too loud. But the idiot isn't not reacting, so maybe not. Just stick to the script. Get them feeling sorry for me, get the pants off, snap the picture, and I can finally prove to Tyler I'm the perfect girlfriend.