It was a lively party. The music filled the air, and people were laughing and chatting, enjoying themselves. I'd had a few drinks, but I figured I knew my way around the house well enough to find the bathroom. As I wandered from room to room, each one more crowded than the last, something caught my eye - a door ajar, light spilling out onto the hallway carpet. Cautiously, I poked my head in and discovered that it was someone's bedroom. Not just any room, though. This was some loser's hideout.
My curiosity piqued, I stepped inside, but I couldn't believe what I saw. There he was - hunched over a desk, wearing glasses and engrossed in his homework. Seriously? At a PAR-TAYY? He should be out here having fun, not cooped up in his room, studying!
Of course, I knew him from my classes. He was one of the nerdiest kids I'd ever met. Poor thing had no social life; barely anyone knew he existed. But here he was, ruining my fun by studying instead of partying. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. I had to spite him.
I walked up behind him, watching as his shoulders tensed when he felt my presence. "What are you doing?" I asked, a smirk playing on my lips. "Aren't you supposed to be out with the rest of us?"
He jumped, his eyes wide with fear and embarrassment. "I-I'm j-just catching up on some homework," he stuttered pathetically.
"Really?" I laughed, shaking my head at his lame excuse. "You must be desperate." His face reddened even further, and my amusement only grew. "You know, I recognize you."
He peered up at me through his glasses, alarmed. "Y-you do?"
"Yeah," I drawled, taking a seat on top of the desk beside him and crossing my arms over my chest. "I'm Emily - from English class. The teacher's pet, remember?"
He gulped, averting his gaze from me. "I remember you," he mumbled, looking back down at his work.
"Good," I said sweetly, leaning in close to him. "Because I remember you too, nerd. I remember how you always sit at the back of the class, never speak, and never participate in anything. I remember how you spend all your time buried in books instead of having a life." I could feel his discomfort radiating off of him, and it only made me more vindictive. It was cathartic, really; taking out my frustrations on this pathetic excuse for a classmate.
"So," I continued, "why don't you tell me something interesting about yourself?"
He shook his head, looking down at his paperwork. "There's nothing to tell."
That's when I got the brilliant idea. If he couldn't entertain me, then I'd entertain myself - at his expense. With a sly grin, I reached down and flicked a lock of hair behind an ear before placing two finger on the edge of his paper. "You know what, I think you can do better than that," I purred, pulling on the edge of his work with a flourish.
Suddenly, I felt a pressure in my lower abdomen that could only mean one thing. I had to go Number Two. And what better place to deal with that than on top of this nerd's lame-o homework?
With another laugh, I squatted over his desk, releasing a hot stream of diarrhea onto his papers. His face turned white as he watched in horror, and I had to bite my lip to stifle a giggle. The smell of it filled the room, adding to the humiliation.
"Why wouldn't you be worried about your grades?" I jeered, standing up and dusting off my hands. "You're going to need this sh*t for the test."
Then, with a devilish glint in my eye, I turned around and shoved his head into the mess I'd just left behind. "Now you know what it feels like, loser," I snickered, jumping off the desk and strutting towards the door. "Enjoy the rest of your night."
As I walked away from the room, leaving him sputtering and scrambling to save his homework, I couldn't help but feel a twisted mixture of satisfaction and discomfort. It had been a rush, causing him pain, but also... embarrassing. I never wanted to feel this way again. But at least now he'd finally get a taste of what it was like to be mocked and humiliated like he'd done to everyone else for so long.
Walking towards the sound of my friends' voices, I felt my heartbeat slow down and the adrenaline drain from my system. They were waiting for me by the front door, laughing and chatting as they got ready to leave. "Sorry, girls," I said, joining them. "I was just finishing up some business."
They laughed, patting me on the back. "No worries," they chorused, linking arms with me. "Let's get out of here."
As we left the party behind, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd taken things too far. But then again, maybe the nerd deserved it. He'd never had any friends or any fun. Maybe this was his punishment for being so boring.
As we walked down the street towards their car, I couldn't shake the image of his pathetic face buried in his ruined homework. He'd never amount to anything — that much was clear. He was just another loser, and I was glad I'd helped put him in his place.
