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It was the final day before winter break and Madison was so ready for the day to be over so she could go lay in bed for seven days straight and maybe write on her phone. Computer even if she could be assed to get up. Madison groaned as she realized all the Body Stuff she'd have to deal with like food or bathroom or whatever. Well. As close to seven days straight in bed as she could get. Only 30 minutes left, the class is almost over.…
RING
Finally. Madison practically scampered out the classroom from her seat on the far side of the room, coming out just barely after Emma who was closer to the door, immediately taking out her phone and starting to check to see if any of her favorite stories updated recently.
Emma leaned against the lockers, shoulder pressed mildly uncomfortably into the vents (a little discomfort is worth looking cool and intimidating for the aesthetic) waiting for Taylor to leave the classroom. Madison was walking away instead of standing nearby Emma aurafarming like she was meant to.
"Madison!" Emma snapped. Then actually snapped her fingers a few times when Madison didn't respond.
"Huh, what?" Madison eloquently responded, looking up from her phone.
Emma gestured from bottom to top at Madison, "Get into a pose! We're trying to intimidate Taylor!"
Madison rolled her eyes and went back to reading her emails (apparently like five different stories updated this morning and she didn't even notice), "Y'know you really put a lot of work into this all the time. Like I know I suggest stuff and help out but you're like. Really into her to be trying to do this huh? Like jeez, even my libido needs breaks more than yours. I wanna go home."
Emma recoiled in surprise and displeasure, her face a twisted mess of confusion and disgust. "What the hell are you talking about Madison?"
Madison squinted her eyes in confusion slowly looking up at Emma and responded as if talking to a particularly slow child, "Your whole kink dynamic...? Where you bully her, she's the victim and like. Then you go home and have fun or whatever right? Dom/sub stuff? Like you were besties? I just assumed this was puberty hitting you both and were kind enough to like. Let me and Sophia in on."
The redhead's face shifted slowly into a more and more confused and grossed out expression, looking at Madison as one might react to seeing roadkill in the middle of a bus as Emma tried to process what was even being said to her right now.
"Why would you assume that? No! Taylor is weak and I'd never be interested in someone who isn't as much of a survivor as me. Besides I'm not even gay. Or into that freaky shit you're into Mads......Wait are you gay?"
It was Madison's turn to look at Emma like she was an alien, then have her face slowly morph into a mask of horror and dawning realization. "Wait wait wait wait, you're telling me this is like. Actually bullying? You're actually doing that to Taylor because you hate her or whatever? I've literally talked about her ass in-front of you? What do you mean??"
"Well I mean, I don't hate her, I just think she needs to become a survivor, shes weak, she needs to grow a spine, and maybe she'd be deserving to be my friend again. As it stands she needs to be taught what it's like to be a victim so she can grow up! Like, she cried about her mom dying for a week! And I'm able to do whatever I want to her without her fighting back, so obviously she's not even as strong as me."
Pity began to overtake horror in Madison's expression. "You... Emma what's wrong with you? I thought this was like. Mutual but are you seriously looking down on her for being upset that her mom died? That she's not fighting back against someone she thought was her best friend...? Jesus I've really fucked up here."
Emma stammered out in response, "Well I mean. She. Uh.--"
Taylor finally chose that moment to leave the classroom, blatantly getting ready to book it away from whatever the trio had set up but she visibly stalled when she saw the taken aback face on Emma. A look of concern briefly touched her face before she continued on.
Emma suddenly seemed to be reconsidering her stances and mumbled, "Whatever, we'll talk about this later" before walking off.
Madison couldn't help but stare at her in disbelief and mutter under her breath, "No, I really don't think we will be. Fuck I fucked up." She glanced at Taylor and then back at Emma.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck"