I wrote a version of this story a few years ago. I decided to rewrite it, 'flesh it out' so to say. I kind of played around with a different tone and style a little bit in this one. But it has all the hallmarks. As always, all characters in this story are eighteen years or older. I hope you all enjoy Backfire...Backfired?... Backfire? I think Backfire is better. Enjoy Chapter 1 of Backfire!
The Plan
The nerd had to pay. That much was certain. He had gone too far this time. They had put him in his place before, and yet he still didn't seem to get the message. This was their school, their stomping grounds, their domain. They dictated whose social status was what. And they had deemed Chris Warner as a lesser member of the social hierarchy. He was a nerd, a geek, a loser. Anyone who looked at him should know it. And yet he still had the nerve to step outside the bounds they had set for him.
It wasn't the first time he had required corrections for his behavior. He obviously didn't have the street smarts to match his book smarts. Last year they had caught him trying to go to a big party at Lori's house. He thought that they would just let him in, as if he weren't a fucking dork. They had taught him that lesson in front of everyone. Chris left that party with a black eye and a busted lip. The little bastard had even had the nerve to fight back. He had busted Anthony a good one on the jaw, and the following Monday at school they both got hauled in. The little twerp at least had the good sense not to snitch on him in front of his face. But Anthony got suspended anyway.
After that a lot of people wanted to take Chris's side. Anthony put them all in their place, with the help of his friends. After that they knew they couldn't just beat Chris up. It was too obvious, too visible. But there were other ways. The art of bullying is ancient, and the ways are well known. They made sure Chris paid for what he had done, and they didn't get suspended doing it. The stupid nerd usually just took it. He didn't even have the common decency to beg them.
But this time he had gone too far. He had crossed a major line, and a reckoning needed to come. Chris, a fucking nerd, a dork, a god damned loser, had been chatting up Craig's girlfriend. That alone would have been bad enough. But the fucking nerd had the gall to do it in front of people. In the middle of the fucking cafeteria, where anyone could see. He had sat down at her table, right between Holly and Jenn, both on the cheerleading team, both well outside of his social capacity, and he had started talking to her. They even laughed at something he said, out of pity of course. The girls always showed the nerds the proper amount of pity in public. But whatever he was saying, he was saying it to Jenn. And she hadn't shown the proper amount of disgust at being bothered by a dork like Chris.
Jenn had been Craig's girl since the seventh grade. Everyone knew it. They were a staple in the social hierarchy of this school. They had been homecoming king and queen as juniors, and would obviously repeat as seniors. Lately Jenn had been acting out a bit. She liked to play push and pull, cat and mouse. It annoyed craig, but he took it in stride. Girls had their ways. They had to play their games. Right now she was acting like they weren't together anymore. But she had done that before. She always came back. She would come back again. Because she was Craig's girl. And that's the point. Fucking nerds like Chris Warner do not get to walk up and talk to Craig's girl in front of everyone. It was a bridge too far. And it needed retribution.
Craig and Anthony had been discussing the matter all week. They both agreed the nerd needed to be punished. But they didn't want it to be the standard stuff, not even a good ass whooping. This time they needed to really teach the little bastard a lesson. Something to teach him that he wasn't allowed to talk to girls out of his league. Something that would show everyone what a little dork he really was.
It was Anthony who came up with the idea, but Craig loved it. It was perfect. A just punishment to fit the crime. The nerd thought it was ok to just talk to girls like that, anytime, let alone in front of people. He thought he could just act like he wasn't a fucking dork. And the girls had the nerve to not put him in his place. Well, this would solve all of that. Chris would get his punishment, and the girls would get the lesson they clearly needed.
The how was easy enough. They would force him to do it if they couldn't convince him. It wouldn't be the first time they had made him eat something he didn't want to. It wouldn't be the last. The where? At school, obviously. This needed to be seen by all. This was meant to be as public a shaming as there could be.
The when needed more thought. But after deep contemplation, the answer came. Third period. Ms. Holloway's class. Not only was Ms. Holloway a serious babe, but that particular class was full of babes. Anthony's girl, Brenda, she was in that class. Half of the hottest girls in school were all in that class. And it just so happened that Ms. Holloway would be having her classes give oral reports this coming Tuesday. Anthony had been rather dreading the day, as he knew he would surely fail that particular assignment. But now he looked forward to it like the Super Bowl. Now it would be the day of Chris's humiliation.
The why, obvious. The when and where, settled. The how, it would work itself out. As for what would happen. Well, Chris would have a little incident. A public little incident that would put him in his place, and make sure everyone knew it too. Chris would be given a drink. He would drink it. One way or the other, the nerd would drink the drink. And then he would go off to his third period history class, unaware of what was coming his way. It would probably start early in the class, and he would try to hide it. But eventually he would have to stand up in front of everyone. And he would be as hard as a rock.
Craig made sure to research how much Viagra you could take without killing yourself. They would give him about that much. He would stand up to give his oral presentation in front of the class full of babes. And they would all see it. His little hard cock tenting out the dumb jeans he always wears. He would be known for a pervert. Ridiculed. Laughed at. Punished! The little bastard would be punished for what he did! And all would be right with the world. The scales would be balanced. All could go back to the way it was meant to be.
The Prank
Chris got to school late on Tuesday, and ran to his math class hoping he wouldn't get another tardy slip. He couldn't afford anymore tardies this semester. Those fucking assholes were the reason for most all of the tardies he had gotten. They were always fucking with him. He didn't know why. He had theories, but no real answers. All he knew for sure was that they had picked him as their target, and he couldn't seem to escape it.
On this particular day they had nothing to do with him being late. He was late because he had slept in. He and Kyle stayed up late playing video games and listening to music. They even had two beers each after Kyle's mom went to sleep. It was a fun night. But now Chris was late. And because of the tardies that his asshole bullies had forced on him, this somewhat more legitimate tardy would be one too many. He would be written up. They would call his parents. It would turn into a whole thing.
So Chris ran. He made it. Just in time, but he made it. He sat down in his seat seconds before the bell rang, and then settled in for what was sure to be just another in a long line of boring days. He was over high school. It had gotten stupid, if it hadn't always been. He was already accepted to multiple colleges, a few of them pretty good. He didn't need to know whatever nonsense Mr. Andrews was trying to teach them. He didn't care. He was just doing his time, until he could move on to something actually worthwhile.
The only thing that Chris did still like about school was the girls. He had the truly great fortune of going to school with some seriously attractive women. He even had a couple of teachers that were hot. Getting to stare at Ms. Holloway for an hour every day made it worth it to listen to old man Andrews drone on about whatever the fuck he was droning on about. This class didn't have much to look at. Allison was the only hot girl in the class, and she always sat on the other side of the room. But period three made up for that. And not just from Ms. Holloway either. Somehow the stars had aligned, and that particular class, already taught by the stupendous Ms. Holloway, had at least eight of the hottest girls in school, nine depending on how Mariah was looking on any particular day.
Chris pretended to listen to Mr. Andrews talk about the kind of Math that you would only need in a handful of specific vocations. Really he was just thinking about trying to get a date for prom. It was coming up, and he wanted to go. He hadn't gone last year, but he felt up to it now. He had not been a particularly cool kid in middle school. For whatever reason, he had been kind of a loser. But that was a long time ago. He wasn't short and scrawny anymore. He was over six foot, and just lately he had been starting to fill out his frame much better. He worked hard at it. Not a day went by that he didn't spend at least an hour trying to get himself in the kind of shape that he wanted to be in. His body had also matured in other ways in the last year. He had yet to fully experience the joys he believed would come of it, but he was eager. His confidence had been steadily growing all year, and he knew it was time to step out of that stupid old loser mindset.
And he thought he could do it too. He had always struggled with talking to girls, especially pretty ones. But the fact that he knew so many, gave him the ability to practice. And he was getting better too. Just a week ago he had gone over to a table of hot girls during lunch. He sat with them, and flirted with them, and he even made them laugh. He didn't ask any of them out. He knew that would be a mistake. He still had to work up to that. But just showing them that he could talk to them was a good start. He was making an effort to do it more, and it felt like it was working. Chris thought he actually had a few decent prospects as prom dates. But he was aiming higher.
Chris had the rather unfortunate, but very understandable, and overwhelmingly common trait of liking girls far out of his league. He knew they were too hot for him, and that he probably didn't stand a chance. He knew that if he aimed a little lower, he would almost surely have a girlfriend. But he didn't care. He liked the hot girls. And the fact that he went to school with so many of them didn't make in any easier. One year ago he wouldn't have thought he stood a chance at going out with one of the hot girls. Now he thought, maybe, just maybe, he had a shot. And he intended to take that shot.
The bell rang, snapping Chris out of his daze. He stood up, wondering if anyone had heard a single word of what Mr. Andrews had said. He looked around, and thought that probably no one had even known the man was speaking English at all. Chris walked out into the hallway. He knew his friends Kyle and Justin were both on the other side of the school at this time. The walk between first and second period had been dull all year. He walked through the hall, nodding here and there at some rudimentary friends. He noticed Veronica walking towards him wearing an extremely sexy outfit, and made sure to check out her ass once she passed him.
He arrived at his second period Spanish class and sat down in his usual place. He began taking his book out, when Anthony sat down next to him. Chris sighed inwardly, but not outwardly. He knew this could only mean trouble. Anthony always sat in the back. The fact that he had sat down here meant he was here for Chris. Great. Some new bullshit they had in store for him. Chris looked over at Anthony, and saw him smirking back.
"Hey Chris," Anthony smirked. "I have something for you. Meet me in the hall after class. Ok?"
