This choice: Rebecca’s Bullying Resumes • Go Back...Chapter #5Rebecca’s Roughhousing Resumes by: Alistair   You suddenly had to strain your eyes to read the text on the tablet as your surroundings got significantly darker. Figuring that one of the many female lawyers rushing around the bullpen had decided to stand next to your desk and had inadvertently cast you in her shadow, you turned to try and get her attention so you could ask her to move.
Your words caught in your throat as you met the looming gaze of Rebecca Lewis, your greatest high school terror.
She was easily recognisable as the girl who had made your high school life utterly miserable, and despite your hopes that her looks would have withered in such a way to reflect her horrible personality, you were sorely disappointed to see that Rebecca’s stunning features only seemed to have enhanced in the several years since you had last seen her.
Her slimline black business suit and skirt were fighting a battle to contain the immensity of her mammoth curves, which only seemed to have gotten larger in the time since you had last seen her, a battle that they were hopelessly outgunned in and were clearly losing.
Her voluminous, curly brown hair seemed to shine even more lustrously than it did in high school as it cascaded downwards to frame her blemishless, beautiful face. Her full, plush lips were stretched into a smile that would appear warm to anyone who didn’t actually know the dynamic between you two, which was betrayed by the eager gleam in her emerald eyes.
She loomed over your position on the desk, a hand resting on one hip, which was cocked to the side as she stared confidently down at you.
You couldn’t do anything except stand, almost rooted in place, staring at her like a deer in headlights. Your glimpse of her from afar on the day of your interview had reignited a sense of anxiety that Rebecca’s high school bullying had carved into your juvenile, still forming brain, and had laid dormant until the sight of her had reignited it. And now that you were face to face with her, your psyche was almost instantly propelled to the state that it had been as a naive teenage boy when she hovered her foot over you threateningly as she asked you to be her date for her prom.
“Sup, bug-boy. Miss me?” Rebecca grinned as she recognised the look of fear on your face. “I just couldn’t believe it when I saw your name on Mia’s interview list a few weeks back! I’d have put money on you being a permanent stain on the bottom of someone’s shoe by now, not trying to do a real person’s job!”
You tried to answer, and demand that she stop with her taunting, but you were so off balance by her sudden appearance that the words caught in your mouth and you just stared dumfounded at her.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that you’re here. I never got the chance to properly say goodbye since you ditched me after prom,” she smirked, knowing full well that your escape from her didn’t exactly constitute you “ditching her”. “But that’s all water under the bridge, and I can’t wait to start right back where we left off, I’ve missed having such a pathetic little tiny to mess with!”
You opened your mouth to defend yourself from her insults, but she ignored any words that you were about to say and continued talking.
“I’m sure you’ll get reacquainted with your high school sweetheart soon,” as she said this she turned to her left, giving you the side profile of her gigantic ass, which quivered way less from the movement than it should have given it’s sheer heft, displaying just how firm and toned it was. “She really missed you all these years, and I’m sure you missed her too! I wouldn’t bring up ditching her after prom though, it’s a bit of a sore subject for her, and just might hurt your chances of rekindling the romance.”
Rebecca cackled at her insinuations of a relationship between you and her most prized asset. Of course, she’d never be caught dead dating a little loser like yourself, but you and her ass were a match made in heaven as far as she was concerned.
“Rebecca, please- mphfff“ Before you could even get the words out, her hand shot out and clenched you in her first, completely muffling your futile begging for her to leave you alone.
“I know you’re eager bug-boy, but I think that catching up with your old flame can wait. I’m sure with all these new people around we can help you make some new friends first,” she grinned as she stepped back from the desk. “There are plenty of good choices around here after all, and I’m sure we’ll get to them all eventually, but who do we start with?”
1) “Oh! I know!” Rebecca grinned as she began walking in the direction of Diane’s office. “I know you’re in a bit of hot water with Diane, and I think we can remedy that. Believe it or not, but she didn’t like me very much at first either. Shocking I know…”
She unclenched her fist and brought you to her face as she continued.
“I found that the best way to get on her good side was when I invited her to play volleyball with me after work, and I happen to know where she hides her workout clothes in her office. I’ll bet she’d appreciate you joining her!”
2) “Oh, here comes a friend for you! And wow, it looks like her ass is almost as big as mine!” Rebecca grinned. “I’m sure she’d appreciate a little more cushion on her chair!”
Rebecca smeared your partially crushed body onto the leather chair if Priya’s desk just as she approached it, and distracted her as she sits down, ensuring that she didn’t notice you.
3) “But, I’m far too busy to help you out with making friends, you’ll have to put in the legwork yourself!” As soon as the words left her mouth Rebecca turned towards the chaos of the bullpen, and throws you as hard as she could into the centre of it, turning and walking away before you had even landed.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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