Anonymous Sun 01 Sep 2024 13:08:50 No.68777308 Report

Quoted By: >>68777604 >>68777767

>>68776629
Anon knew what Trish was going to do with the doxxing, so in the last minute he switched USBs and now she is exposing her own nudes in public while Anon is laughing his ass off.

Anonymous Sun 01 Sep 2024 13:42:44 No.68777767 Report

Quoted By: >>68777802 >>68777912

>>68777308
>>68777308

>Oh you trigger bitch. I click through the usb's files. You purple little fucking demon. I swear to god. My blood boils. She's sure enough found those goddamned photos. I sear white-hot in rage. I am so glad I checked. Reed I owe you so much.
>A wicked thought strikes me. You know if we wanna play the photoshop game I can happily oblige. I've got about twenty minutes before this needs to be back in Reed's hands. Alright, game time.
>I search through the USB to see if I've got any ammunition. I don't just strike gold. I strike the motherload. This is Trish's private USB and she seems to have a few shots of herself on here, posing. Nothing too raunchy but it's enough skin to really get her back. A sudden thought hits me in a wave of brilliance. I do my deed and replace a few photos. I'm so excited I'm almost jittering out of my skin.
>I have to pause a moment as I save everything. I feel a touch guilty about doing this to her but she started it. I look at the thing in my hands. You know what she had all year to not be an insufferable bitch OR try to fuck me over. This is karma.
>I hoof it back to the auditorium and plug the usb back into the laptop. Good. I glance around to ensure I've got no witnesses and sneak right back out. I hang in the hallway until I spy dregs of students making their way to the assembly. I sneak my way in and find Fang, sitting next to her.
>She notices my unusual good mood but just smiles along with me, sharing it. We settle in, making some small talk and I see the tricera herself sitting a bit away from us. I can't help but smirk at her.
>She doesn't notice and the presentation starts. Naomi's up on stage, doing her best. It's end-of-school drivel, the usual. I prepare. We hit the clip art. Here it comes.
cont.

Anonymous Sun 01 Sep 2024 13:50:52 No.68777912 Report

Quoted By: >>68778038

>>68777767
>The slide changes and the auditorium goes silent. There she is, sports bra and spats posing. Right next to a shirtless anime guy I copied off gruugle. Come get some, bitch.
>Panic. Naomi quickly swaps slides. Another, and another. Laughter rises quickly and heavily. Oh god it feels SO good being on the other end of this. I look over to see her wide-eyed and panicking.
>As I look back forward I catch Fang's look from the corner of my eye. When I look to her she's in absolute horror. My conscience reminds me quietly that it exists. Suddenly this isn't so funny anymore.
>Reed slams the projector and it cuts off. The back door of the auditorium slams open, a very upset Trish making pace for anywhere but here.
>Memories start to rise up. Memories of being so very hurt and alone. Did she deserve it? Maybe. Did Fang deserve to catch the crossfire? Absolutely not. I look over to see her absolutely shattered.
>This was a mistake. Beyond a mistake. This should have been a stern conversation. A reprimand. I've just done to her what was done to me. A deed so horrible that I had to run. I feel sick.
>I stand and motion to chase her. My legs forced by some invisible will. I push outside and don't see her. I chance a guess as to where she's going but before I can make it any further a pillar of an arm stops me.
>I look up to see a very disappointed Spears. Wordlessly I'm drug to the principals office.
>He sighs deeply as I take a seat. A tired question.
>"Why?"
>I explain myself, even if it doesn't make me feel much better. "I searched through the USB earlier and found some...pictures on it. She was going to do the same to me." The words hurt me as they leave my mouth. Now that I say it it's even dumber.
>"Mr. Mous." He's stern and a bit tired, "I'm going to have to suspend you for this. You understand?" I nod at him as he flips a few papers.

Cont.

Anonymous Sun 01 Sep 2024 13:58:53 No.68778038 Report

Quoted By: >>68778139

>>68777912
>"You were doing well. I had hoped you and Ms. Jones had come to an agreement. Eye for an eye is no way to live." He's distant. It hurts to hear and I have to look at my shoes.
>"Please wait here just a moment." He stands and walks out of the office while I stew in my own poor choice. Fang and Reed are probably shredded. And I did that. Willingly. Shit.
>I lean back and sigh as the door behind me opens. Spears retakes his spot and to my surprise a very puffy eyed Trish stands a few feet away from me.
>I look at her surprised as she glares down to me.
>"Ms. Jones?" Spears seems to lead her to say something but she just glares. I struggle to find something to say. Spears shakes his head no and gestures that she can step out.
>I find my courage as the door clicks.
>"I'm sorry." I almost whisper out. The door doesn't open, the pressure stays the same. Her voice questions back.
>"Why? You won."
>I flash in anger, at myself. "Win? All I did was hurt you and Fang and Reed." I can't pull my view up from the floor.
>The door slowly opens and clicks closed as Spears quietly finishes doing some paper work. I have to sign a sheet accepting all this. Thankfully Spears doesn't threaten to call my parents. He gives me a hurt look as we share one last gaze. I turn and step out and to my surprise find the band waiting.
>Reed's the first to speak to me.
>"Look, bro. I get it but...really?" I can't say anything back as he hangs his head, defeated.
>Fang's turn. "Anon you couldn't have just talked to Trish?" Her voice is shaky and bordering on tears.
>I still have no answers. Just quiet acceptance of what I'd done. Finally, Trish comes to me. Colder and no longer bordering weeping. Rather than anger or hatred she speaks calmly.
>"I'm sorry." It's enough to shock everyone present. All eyes on her, wide.
cont one more.

Anonymous Sun 01 Sep 2024 14:05:34 No.68778139 Report

Quoted By: >>68778161 >>68778168 >>68778561 >>68778569

>>68778038
>"We did this together. If either of us just weren't a massive asshole we wouldn't be in this mess so...I'm sorry." She looks away as her voice trails. Quietly and alone she walks off. Reed glances between us one last time before following her.
>Fang lingers a long while, peering at me, hurt. I want nothing more than to hug her, say sorry. Say something. I can't and just have to watch her slowly drift away, leaving me standing alone in a quiet hallway.
>Slowly and carefully I start home. As I push out the front of the school and start making my way down the steps I spy Trish herself on the ground level, on a bench facing the street.
>I have to walk by to get home. I consider just waiting, doing anything else but I rip the bandage off.
>I walk next to her and sit down. She doesn't flinch or responds, just looks straight ahead. I match her and it's a while before we speak. I'm the one to start.
>"You alright?"
>"Sorta." She's almost not there. My heart wrenches.
>"Tell Fang I'm sorry." I admit to her. A disgusting acceptance striking me.
>"Tell them yourself." Trish is a bit extra tired at this. I push.
>"I don't think we'll be speaking much." It hurts so much to say.
>Trish pauses a long time before speaking. "Oh."
>Another long pause. I consider it time to just stand and leave but she speaks before I muster the strength.
>"You want to know something funny?" I glance over to her, seeing her almost smirk.
>"The reason I thought you were a threat in the first place is because I think you're cute." My heart drops out my ass. She shakes her head and stands.
>"I'll talk to Fang for ya. See you, skinnie." I watch her slowly walk away in awe.

Fin. Off until tonight. See you for round 2 later /snoot/.