Chapter #5Go after Rachel by: Booyah   As you circle above your unsuspecting targets, you ponder on who to pick for your personal fun-time. Sure, there's Megan, your bitchy roomate. Always belittling you with every chance she got, she made your life more and more miserable with each passing day. Getting up close and personal with here, and orchestrating some long-overdue revenge....yeah, that would be nice. But the thing was, with the gun at your disposal, the world, the dorm, and everyone in it, Megan included, were all your personal playground. She could get her comeuppance today, tomorrow, whenever and however you deemed fit. But her sexy friend that was currently stuffing her face with popcorn, she was a time-limited offer. Looks like you've come to a decision. Rachel it is.
Flying a bit closer to your target, you take a moment to take in her colossal scale. Sitting on the couch with her legs crossed and lazily munching away on her salty snack was Rachel Allister, Megan's best friend. Though sometimes, they seemed to be more than that. You were pretty sure Megan said something about them knowing eachother for as long as they blah-blah-blah, you didn't listen to her back then anyway. However, you did know two things about her that made your upcoming and possibly perveted escapade worth it: one, she hated your guts the same way Megan did, and two, she was smokin' hot.
Her long, flowing mane of blonde hair contrasted her piercing green eyes, which sat just above her only slightly larger than average nose. When she opened her mouth to shove another hand-full of popcorn in, and even from this far above you could clearly see her flawless white teeth. You remembered Megan calling her a "dental fanatic" once. That clearly wasn't an over-exaggeration. Unlike Megan, who worked out on a daily basis, Rachel clearly favoured a more passive approach to her exercise. No, she wasn't chubby, not by a long shot, but her white tank-top and blue jean-shorts she was wearing really didn't do a good job at concealing her prominent curves.
"Hey Meggie, stop sleepin, this is your favourite part!", came suddenly from below you. Judging by the bubbly nature of the voice, it was clearly Rachel, trying to wake her friend up. When no response came, the blonde rolled her eyes.
"Psssh, fine, suit yourself, girl. Just don't pester me about it later, 'mkay?" said Rachel, already turning the attention back to the screen, though not before she propped her bare feet on the footstool in front of her, dropping her white ankle socks to the ground in the process.
"No Jared, she's a back-stabbing whore! Don't trust her!" lamented the girl, clearly too invested in the movie she was watching to pay attention to anything around her. While mentally groaning at her remark, you reminded yourelf that you weren't here to just observe. You have an all-powerful tool, an unsuspecting victim, and a plenty of opportunities at your disposal.
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