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Who: Violet, Tate, NPC school bully girl.
What: Teaching a lesson.
When: The next day at school after this thread.
Where: Creekside High School.
Rating: PG-13 for violence, bullying.
Status: Complete.



School was school. It was monday, it was lunchtime, and everyone was in their usual social circles and cliques. It was easy to see who was rich, who was poor, who was one of outcasts that banded together to get that ‘safety in numbers’ feel, or who was more widely and socially acceptable. Then there were the stragglers who tended to loner it out with one or two people. Of those, was one Tate Langdon, who liked his poems by Byron and books about birds, played far too much Halo and Medal of Honor, and dressed like grunge had never gone out of style. He was, after all, emulating his inspirational heroes, and none of them tended to dress too well or shy away from blood, for that matter.

There was also a plan in motion, that stupid bitches were going to get what stupid bitches deserved. That was why, from across the way, Tate discreetly nodded to Violet to lure-a-bitchbag behind the science building, where he could corner her and set some shit straight.

Said scrawny bitchbag was currently buffing her cat claws on her overpriced size zero shirt, and listening to one of her friends whine and moan about some guy, and looking bored as hell. Snore. Seriously, she looked ready to claw faces off.

And that was when Violet Harmon walked up to her. Violet too dressed like it was 1994, wearing floral dresses over leggings with cardigans and Chuck Taylors, even though it was sunny and warm out. Her Michael Stipe hat was firmly on her head as it usually was, and she folded her arms and went up to the girl who’d hit her. Kaitlyn or Ashlynn or Kaitylynne or something. “You were right. He did hit on me. And you know what? You don’t deserve that shithole. I’ve got pictures, but I want to show you in private.” And if that didn’t work, Violet would eat same said hat.

All of the girls stared at Violet like they were part of some mind-hive, but only Kaitlyn did so with her lip curled up on one side, like she was disgusted.

"Heh, I knew you were a skank," was the snide reply, as she handed her purse to one of her friends and pushed her sleeves up. "He stooped so low to hit on a piece of trash like you. Fine, show me, and then I'm going to fuck you up."

She didn't appear to me moving though, even if her friends moved to make a half circle around the girl, a couple of steps back.

“I said in private. Do you really want your so-called friends to see what he’s been calling you?” Violet picked one at random. “She’s been blowing him, so she probably knows.” Oh, and judging from the girl’s face, Vi had a pretty good talent for spotting guilt in others’ facial expressions. She’d just sunk that battleship.

Kaitlyn gawked at her friend and - in true catty fashion - pointed one finger with an obnoxiously bright pink claw at the end of it, right at her former friend. Her lips moved but out came no sound, but the pronunciation was there and it was slow enough to not be mistakable. You're DEAD, bitch.

"Fine," she finally spat the word out, flicking her sleek long hair over her shoulder and looking down her nose at Violet. She KNEW that guy was cheating on her, and obviously he was scraping the bottom of the barrel with anyone who resembled a girl and crossed his path. "Where. Girls bathroom? Let's go. I want to get this over with."

“Back of the science building, I want a smoke.” Violet figured the girl wouldn’t question her, and she took off her hat - a sign to Tate that she was on the move. Her heart was thudding; she had no idea what was going to happen, just that something was. Something big, and transcendent.

Tate had been watching around a corner but made his way to the designated spot, to lay in wait for the victim Kaitlyn.

As for Kaitlyn, she left her purse behind and rolled her eyes disdainfully, waiting for Violet to lead on. The plan was to not let the little ho headbutt her again, kick her ass, steal her smokes, and go back to her pack of friends to dish out another ass whoppin' on the other skank, cuz omg some bitches needed some lessons learned and - as far as Kaitlyn was thinking - school was in motha fuckin' session.

Violet leaned against the science building, taking out her pack of smokes and shaking one out. She lit it, taking in a contented drag before exhaling happily. “You’re a fucking idiot,” she grinned. Katilyn had let herself be led like a sheep to slaughter. Hell, she’d been happy to come. She figured the girl deserved whatever the fuck she got. “You know damn well he cheats on you, but you stay anyway and take it out on me. You’re going to turn into your whore mother, you know, and yes, we all know, the whole school.”

"Fuck off, you didn't even have any photos or video or anything, you waste of fucking space," Kaitlyn said, and there went one hand curled up into a fist, aimed right at Violet's face.

That punch never landed.

Tate had been careful to stay out of sight, both from any of the stupid timelapse security cams that the school had on the grounds (he knew the blind spots thanks to inside tips from an office aide, last year) and to stay out of view of Kaitlyn behind some of the hedges. But when the girl was face to face with Violet, he'd stepped out and come up behind her, unnoticed. And that's how he was able to get ahold of the girl by the wrist, crank her arm back behind her back, and push her so she was face first against the brick wall. That was going to leave a scuff mark.

"All right, you stupid bitch," Tate said, with his lips very close to Kaitlyn's ear. "You scream? I break your arm. Here's how this is going to go. You are going to leave Violet alone, or I will find you, someday, when you're alone, and I swear to fuck that I will not only mess you up to watch you suffer, but I will fucking gut you. Nod if you understand."

Kaitlyn, being in no position to protest or fight back, nodded as best she could. Her face did look kind of smushed against the bricks, after all. It's not like she could move and - thanks to so much time spent barfing to look pretty - it's not like she had that much strength for a long struggle or fight, anyway.

"Good. If you try to tell on her, or me, we'll deny it. And it's going to look like you're a spoiled little bitch ass, picking on Violet again and trying to raise drama, again. No one will believe you if you try to rat us out," Tate said in a voice that was a little too sweet and a little too compelling. It did sound totally believable. "The teachers and principal all know that you were sent home already, for starting shit. Everyone else here knows you start shit. Violet is going to say that you two had a scuffle, if she's asked. Guess what? She won, you didn't.

"And if I hear otherwise, if you so much as start anything...I will find you. And you are going to wish you weren't alive if I get ahold of you, again. You might as well kill yourself, because you don't want that to happen. Got anything to add before I let this bitch go, Violet?"

He didn't look at Violet at all. In fact, he wrenched at the girl's arm until she let out a humiliated squeak, and then he waited.

Violet just smiled, shaking her head. “Nope. I just wanted her to know that all of her friends have blown him, not just the one with the weird hair. Just because your dad ignores you doesn’t make you special. You’re fucked up just like the rest of us, and it doesn’t make you special. Good job, you have no gag reflex, it’s because you stick your fingers down your throat. You’re a waste of a human being, and I hope you rot.”

She felt better for making the girl cry.

Oh the girl was crying all right, and she had a big red scuff mark on her forehead when Tate finally let her go. She held her arm with her hand, rubbing it as she backed away, saying, "You're sick...you're both fucking sick..."

Tate smiled with sickeningly sweetness at the girl, right before he opened his mouth, inserted two fingers for effect, and started making retching noises. He only stopped when she turned around and began to run. Probably for the nearest bathroom, so she could lick her wounds in peace and get herself together.

"Hey," he called out, for good measure, sounding pleasantly polite, "make sure you puke up that breathmint you had for lunch? You might get a fat ass and your boyfriend really won't want to tap that!" When she started hauling her bony ass, he reached out to Violet with one hand. "I don't think she's gonna bother you again. But we better bail out of here and lay low, just in case."

“I’m not sick, you are. You started this.” Violet thought Tate was being a bit mean-spirited, but boys were. Violet was logical to the extent of being cold at times. “I never did anything to you, I just reacted to shit you started.” She folded her arms and narrowed her eyes. Her heart was hammering out of her chest and she couldn’t help but grin at her boyfriend.

Bail? “Want to ditch? What do you have the rest of the day?”

That could've gotten really ugly and a whole lot worse. It would've gone beyond mean-spiritedness into a mauling (or even burning her with Vi’s cigarette), because he was already really close to trying to dislocate that chick's arm at the shoulder and then making her smack herself in the face with her own hand. If not worse, and Tate had a whole lot worse dancing around inside his skull, like demented little sugar plums with the insides being smashed out all over the place.

"Yeah," he agreed, to the ditching, "Lets. I've got math-for-fucktards and history, but it's nothing major. Let's go get something to eat."

“I’ve got study hall and work study, so yeah, let’s go.” She grinned, jumping on his back and nibbling his earlobe, feeling high and aroused and excited and scared all at the same time. It as a trip and she was glad she’d taken it. “I love you so much, that was … awesome.”

He trudged toward the parking lot, a hand hooked underneath Violet's legs, grinning at the nibbles and sentiment.

"I love you and if she bothers you again, tell me. It’ll be one less bitch to bother people from now on. At least I didn't need to kill her, only threaten her with it," Tate said, not feeling much of anything other than in love with his girlfriend and relieved that he had put the fear of...something...into Kaitlyn so she didn't bother Violet again. If worse came to worse though, he probably would've hurt her. Seriously and permanently, if he had to.

“She’s not stupid. I don’t think she’ll bother me again. Honestly, she needs to bother her boyfriend and leave me out of it. Scapegoating people doesn’t solve anything.” She wrinkled her nose, feeling almost sorry for the girl.

But then Tate made her feel so loved, so cared for that she nosed into his neck and smiled. “You’re an angel. Maybe a dark one, but one all the same.”

"I'm your guardian angel. And she'd better not bother you again," Tate said under his breath, not stopping until they reached the lot. He turned his head enough that the side of his face was in view, even if his eyes were still mostly hidden under an unruly mop of blond hair. "Anyway, her boyfriend will probably dump her and she'll probably kill herself because of that. No loss, there. That would be doing everyone a favor."

Grinning, she kissed him lightly and nibbled his earlobe. “None at all.” Once they got across the street from the school she let her legs drop down to the ground, tiptoeing up to kiss him. “I drove to school, want to go grab something? Or we could go back to my house, Mom and Dad won’t be home for ages and they’ll never check in on me anyway.”

Both arms went around her waist during the kiss. Once it was over, he thought on it for about two seconds and nodded. "I am hungry. I can nibble on you while you're driving home."

To prove that point, Tate bowed his head down and kissed the side of her neck, followed by a teasing nip. He could run home around four and then back to Violet's, and no one would be the wiser.