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Anonymous Thu 15 Aug 2024 20:42:23 No.68297170 Report

>>68297158
More Nerdomi, directly into my veins if possible

Anonymous Thu 15 Aug 2024 21:11:33 No.68297889 Report

>>68297170

>I struggle for sleep. My mind refuses to not think about my little weekend coming up. Not but a few weeks into the schoolyear and here I am gambling my entire emotional well-being on a girl I barely know.
>I bite the inside of my mouth. She's been cool, especially considering all she's been dealing with. I need to just relax and match her. She's probably not even viewing this as romantic. I'm the weird one here.
>Try all I might I can't stamp out the embers of a crush. Son of a bitch. I end up just browsing my phone mindlessly. Nothing interests me. Nothing can come close to the prospect of finding someone who I give a shit about. Who gives a shit about me.
>Light starts to filter through my shitty blinds. I check the time. Morning it is.
>I forgo the usual this morning, heading for the fridge. My limbs sluggish and brain stewing in it's own juices I go for just a light cereal and milk.
>Sugary teeth-rotting pieces of cardboard down and I stare at my phone again. Got a few hours before class.
>I consider for a brief moment if Naomi's up this early, too.
>I'm worse off than I thought. I set an alarm and load up Rock Ring to kill some time. Lobbies are mostly empty but I do eventually manage to lose myself in the moment long enough to have my alarm startle me.
>Off to class, as usual and I spy Naomi waiting outside homeroom. She's a bit different today but I can't quite place my finger on it. I stride over and give a quick greeting.
>"Good morning, Anon." There's that hint of fakeness. Guess she feels she has to do that during class hours. I don't push.
>"Morning." I yawn as I speak. Worse off than I'd thought.
>Her visage flickers for a brief moment, to worry before returning.
>"Hope you get to feeling better. The teacher's lounge has some coffee if you need some." I deeply consider her offer but quickly remember the last time I'd played this game I merely ended up exhausted with an accelerated heartrate. Pass.
cont.

Anonymous Thu 15 Aug 2024 21:21:49 No.68298136 Report

Quoted By: >>68298342

>>68297889
>"Thanks but no thanks. I'll be alright." I yawn as I speak again. Probably best to just keep my mouth shut.
>She starts to move a hand forward to offer what I can only assume is a reassuring pat but catches herself. I get a worried nod instead. I fire my own back and head right into homeroom.
>I was already threatening to pass out normally but now I'm living my school life on legendary difficulty. Every word Mr. Tsuki speaks pulls down on my eyelids.
>I tap my leg, drum my fingers and fidget as best I can to keep my blood flowing. I hang on but barely. Another set of yawns as I stand. Naomi's already off. Kind of nice having her fret over me but whatever.
>I'm off to Science. I pray to god the ptero terror isn't there. No dice. She's just as sullen as ever.
>I don't even talk to her, just taking my spot next to her. She's thankfully more engrossed with whatever's on that pink nightmare she calls a phone. Good.
>Thankfully I actually follow along decently with the lecture. Science is interesting and doesn't require me to mouth out every word to figure out what the hell Fernsworth is actually saying. Thanks again for that Mr Tsuki.
>Assignment is done and I thoughtlessly pass it over to my partner. She copies it down sneaking glances at me. Unluckily I'm conversed with.
>"Hey." I consider just pretending I've gone deaf. I'm quickly reminded that if she pleases I can have a claw to the eye anytime. I go ahead and respond.
>"Yeah?"
>"What's up with you and the para-slut?"
>I have to think pretty hard. Doesn't help my brain is scrambled beyond belief. She means Naomi?
>"Naomi?"
>"Yeah. Heard you two hang out at lunch."
>I shrug hard enough to strain my shoulders.
>"That's it?" I turn my head over to her. She's wearing a sort of worried look. I'm surprised her face can make anything that's not a variant of a scowl.
>"You should quit that." A huge wave of exasperation hits me. I can't fight her and just mumble out my best non-answer.
cont.

Anonymous Thu 15 Aug 2024 21:30:12 No.68298342 Report

Quoted By: >>68298618

>>68298136
>"Sure."
>She pauses a long while. "Has Naser not told you?"
>"Told me what?" I find a tidbit of conversation I'm interested in.
>She cringes and scowls. The return.
>"That manipulative bitch tries to get her fingers into everyone else's business. She did it to Naser and you shouldn't let her do it to you." I find a clawed finger poking my chest.
>Really? I'm not certain I believe Fang. I also seem to be wearing my disbelief on my face as Fang huffs and throws her hands up.
>"Fucking fine. Don't forget I tried to warn your dumb skinnie-ass." She goes right back to her phone. Wonder what exactly she did to set all this off? Probably best not to ask.
>The bell rings and releases me. Off to math now. The purple one and the pink one still eye me as I sit. Wonder how long they can keep this awkwardness up.
>I lose the fight to math. I sit stock straight as I hear my name called, a sheet of paper coming up stuck to my head.
>"ANON!" Mr Carledewski calls.
>"Come up here and friggin' work the problem!" I stumble up and almost over several other students desks. I get a few laughing looks and a few of relief that they weren't today's sacrifice.
>It takes a solid few minutes but I think I manage. I stand back and admire my handiwork. Carl sighs and walks over, erasing a ton of my scribblings and substituting his own. He gives me the glare that means it's time to be seated again.
>I slink back and do my best to not pass right back out. I find I'm handed not one but two pages of homework today. Just my luck.
>Finally it's lunch time. Not that I have any appetite but it's at least a time of the day I won't get yelled at for nodding off. I even heavily consider just finding a quiet spot somewhere and letting Mr. Sandman head the period.
>That feels mean to just ditch Naomi, though. I can at least let her know before I disappear.
cont.

Anonymous Thu 15 Aug 2024 21:41:36 No.68298618 Report

Quoted By: >>68298854

>>68298342
>My feet feel like cinder blocks. It takes some effort but I manage to make it to the cafeteria doors. Not before I'm caught by both Naser and Fang. Great.
>Almost instantly I'm pushed up against the nearby lockers. I'm fully awake now as a decently angry brown ptero glares into my eyes.
>"Listen. I want to help you, honest. Do not be stubborn about this." I nod and swallow.
>He sighs and lets off me, rubbing his temples. Fang looks on unimpressed from behind.
>"She's manipulating you, same as she tried with me," he pauses "and Fang."
>He meets my face again. His own gaze hurt and angry.
>"Look. She came clean to me after I'd stumbled upon her ploy. You know the prom at the end of the year?" I nod along as he quietly explains.
>"You'll never guess who was set to be prom king and queen." I feel my stomach sink a bit.
>"That's not it, either. She edited my schedule without me knowing. She's even sent matching applications to colleges and threw out any we both weren't accepted in." I listen intently.
>He takes a deep breath. "She's doing it to you, now."
>I can't believe this but nothing he's said is a lie. I stammer out my own question.
>"How?"
>Naser grits his teeth and looks at the floor. "She made sure you and Fang shared classes."
>"H-Huh? Why'd she do that?" I notice Fang's glaring at the distance now.
>"She was trying to, uh, get you two together. Thought it'd help Fang find themself." The quiet admittance is accompanied by a locker being booted by a furious Fang.
>I feel sick. Not just from the lack of sleep but from letting myself get sucked along by Naomi's schemes. I look over to Fang who looks borderline apologetic. I suddenly get why she flipped out so hard the other day.
>I wither inside and accept fate. "Oh."
>"Sorry you had to find out like this." I get a pat on my shoulder. He gestures to Fang to follow him and the two start to leave. I stare at the door to the cafeteria and play with the idea of just leaving and ignoring her.
cont.

Anonymous Thu 15 Aug 2024 21:51:23 No.68298854 Report

Quoted By: >>68299124

>>68298618
>I'm too exhausted to deal with her, with this. I turn tail and head right to the nurse's office. I can lie down there at least.
>I push in and the nurse gives me a once over. My deep bags under my eyes must betray me as she just points over at a cot near the back, going right back to tapping on her phone.
>I stumble over and into the bed. The instant I close my eyes I'm out. I let rest my thoughts for the day. I'm startled awake as I feel a presence nearby.
>I shoot my eyes open to notice Naomi herself is sat nearby, looking at her phone. She perks as I open my eyes.
>"You should have told me you were feeling this bad. I already talked to principal Spears and he said you ca-"
>"Stop it." I cut her off coldly. She wears a look of surprise.
>"I talked to Naser earlier. Just...stop." I plant my foot down as hard as I can.
>She clasps her hands together in her lap, holding her phone. She looks down at her feet and asks quietly.
>"He told you?"
>"He did." I find vitriol start to enter my speech.
>She sniffles. I'm borderline disgusted. Those crocodile tears won't work on me anymore.
>I start to rise and leave, unable to bear being around her a moment longer. I notice the nurse has stepped out and we're alone. As I start to walk away I hear her stand.
>I tense and prepare for the worst. I turn to see her eyes are red and swollen. She pleadingly looks at me. I crack slightly and let her speak.
>"Will you listen to my side? Please?" I sigh and fall back onto the bed.
>"Okay." The tiniest bit of me hopes she can string together something that exonerates her.
>"I don't know what he said but he probably told the truth. I did a lot of stuff behind his back. There's no excuse for it." My stomach sinks deeper.
>"I know it's not an excuse but I just couldn't stand by and wait. Every moment I spent not pushing my hardest I felt disgusted with myself." Big fat wet tears drop onto her pant legs.
cont.

Anonymous Thu 15 Aug 2024 22:02:48 No.68299124 Report

Quoted By: >>68299161

>>68298854
>"I never felt like I was enough. I stupidly thought that if I did everything I possibly could, underhanded or not, I might kick that." She sniffles.
>I feel sorry. Not just for her but for Naser and Fang, too.
>"I never meant it to be like this. I get that you might hate me for this. You're right to." Her voice takes on an edge. She wields it against herself.
>"It was nice just...talking to you. With everything gone out the window I didn't have to put up the wall. You even helped with that." She smiles at me, teary-eyed and strained.
>"I'm sorry for everything." She finishes her speech. My insides are a knot. I feel a question bubble to the surface.
>"Were you going to tell me?"
>I don't get an answer. I breathe deep. And here I thought I might just have a singular happy moment. Fat chance. I'm Anon. Y Mous.
>I leave. The start of the conversation rings in me a touch. I'm headed home. At least I can thank her for that.
>I pause at the bottom of the school staircase, leaning on a bollard. I've taken my phone out mindlessly and have found myself staring at Naomi's contact in my phone.
>I hover my finger over the delete button. Press it.
>I hesitate. Press. It.
>Something nags at me. Something in the way she spoke. I'm rather good at telling when she's sincere. Or at least I think I am. She poured her heart out to me.
>But did she really mean it? I flip-flop for a moment longer.
>My head asks me to cut her out. Once bitten twice shy. My heart refuses to send the order. I enjoyed our time so very much and maybe she's actually changed.
>I didn't really know her before all this. I tense my nerves. The choice is made.
>I focus my eyes on my phone. I've returned one screen back. Naomi's number still sitting right where it lives on my phone.
>I might come to regret this but I'll need to talk to her. I open her contact once more and send a text.
cont one more.

Anonymous Thu 15 Aug 2024 22:04:25 No.68299161 Report

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>>68299124
>"Call me after school." It's an uneasy feeling as I press send.
>There's no immediate response. Good. I throw the cursed thing into my pocket and almost limp home.
>I fight my legs the entire way. Doesn't help that my shredded heart weighs them down, too. Finally I push into the shitty little apartment I call home.
>I stumble right into bed and sleep finds me. That conversation is future Anon's problem.

Fin, turned a bit sour.

>>68297175
Next, short break first.