Hey! Casually remembered I have an account here, so I decided to do a new take on what I posted previously! Obviously, the plots are very similar, but the names are changed and there is an attempt at more character development! Feel free to leave any suggestions as to how I should pick this back up!
Just to make it known, this story features some elements of Non-consensual sex, in addition to some substantial emotional manipulation. Consider this your friendly trigger warning, loves!
-Vindictive
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Emma and Noah had been friends for years. They played opposite of each other during their middle school plays, partnered on school projects, saw movies together on the weekends, the whole nine yards. Everything that could be done as a duo, they did it together with bounds of laughter beside one another the entire way through. Even during the summer before they left for (the same) college, they were spending each final second by the other's side. It could be said that Emma absolutely loved Noah.
He just didn't feel the same way.
Emma knew this, and took it in stride, casually flirting and being the perfect girl-friend that she could, even though she never would date her childhood best friend. She decided to go with the friend-zone-flow and became Noah's ideal "bro." He didn't mind because he loved her too, unfortunately not in the way she ultimately wanted, though. Nevertheless, they were close, close friends: anyone could see that.
However, this slowly became a bit of an issue whenever Emma was around Noah's girlfriend, Isabelle.
Isabelle was beautiful, sweet, and sincere. She was the star striker on the women's soccer team and had the body to prove it. Killer thighs, fit calves, and a perky and round butt with the flat stomach to boot. Behind that enchanting smile, brown hair and those ocean-blue eyes was a lovable, well mannered, and hilarious bubbly personality that was infectious to everyone around her. That's why Noah and Isabelle hit it off so well and kept it going for the last few years of high school and into the summer where this story takes place.
The problem is, Emma doesn't have a real reason to hate Isabelle. Besides being in the position that she herself had been coveting for most of her later childhood, Isabelle had done nothing wrong to Emma. In fact, she was nicer to Emma than one would ever expect. She respected her rights to her friend and never tried to overfill Noah's schedule with just herself.
Then what's the deal, Emma?
That's just what she was thinking to herself almost nightly during that hot and humid June. Was it that she just wasn't as fit as Isabelle was? She was chubby, sure, but Emma had a significantly larger bust than Isabelle did. And although they had a few more jiggles than Isabelle's, Emma's ass and thighs were much larger and more playful. Was it the way she dressed? Was it her sense of humor? Was it that she was just too much like a friend to him? She couldn't figure it out. Although she knew that in her heart of hearts that she had no reason to, Emma had developed a deeply seeded lament for Isabelle and her perfect self.
She wanted what she had. Maybe it wasn't something so far out of reach, Emma thought. So she developed a plan to see just what Noah saw in perfect girlfriend. She was going to find out just what Isabelle had that she didn't, at whatever cost.
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Isabelle was with a couple of girlfriends at the mall when she received Emma's first text. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary from their decently regular conversations, just a little blue notification with a deceptively simple message:
"Hey, what's up?"
"Oh, nothing much," Isabelle replied, "just shopping around to see what's on sale!" There was a brief pause:
"What's up with you?"
"Oh, nothing..." Emma replied, "just sitting around alone at home."
"Oh? Want the girls and me to come over? We could watch a movie or something with you if you want! Or we could swing by and pick you up if you wanna come shopping!" Isabelle replied, trying her best to be polite.
This wouldn't work. She needed Isabelle alone.
"I was actually feeling kinda blue, and I really just wanted to talk to someone. Like you and me, ya know?" Emma responded, coyly.
Isabelle understood entirely. She had seen a terribly sad documentary the other day, and if Noah weren't there she would have been an absolute mess for weeks!
"I know exactly what you mean. Want me to come over? Or do you wanna grab some ice cream! That always makes me feel better!"
Wow, that was easy.
"If you wanna come over you can, I'd rather not get out of the house. :) " Emma cooed.
"Sure! I'll be over in 15!" Isabelle replied, energetically. "Sorry girls," she said to the group, "gotta run. Emma needs a chill pal."
"Oh, sure!"
"No problem!"
"Tell her I said that I hope she feels better!" they all chimed, glad that their golden-child friend was willing to take that bullet. None of them really knew Emma, but they had heard nice things from Isabelle.
A couple of swipes of a plastic credit card and a few handbags later, Isabelle was headed on her way to her supposed friend's house, unknowing of what could possibly happen next.
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As her friend traveled, Emma changed into something more... docile. She didn't want to appear like she had something explicit planned, right? Emma meandered her way to her wardrobe where she slipped into a lacy purple bra with a devilish black thong. These would look lovely, she thought. Sliding into a pair of black leggings and a cozy grey sweater, Emma looked as melancholy as she pretended to be. She grabbed a few things she would need from her dresser and toted them into the living room, placing one by the coasters and the other two in a drawer of the same coffee table.
