The final bell rang and the hoards of ravenous teenagers were released unto the world, decimating the local ecosystem as the throngs began their chaotic march home.
That was except for Danny, who waited patiently near the toilets, keeping particularly close attention to girls. It was an action not unusual to him, but he'd never been quite so confident.
Beth was in there. Of course she was. She had no more lessons the rest of the day (he had taken the liberty of memorising her timetable) and where else would she go to... well, dry off and wait for everyone else to leave? She must think she's losing her mind. Danny laughed to himself, entertained by the afflictions he had willed upon this lass.
It would teach her. Ignoring him all his life, turning him down at every turn, the damn bitch should be grateful that he even gave that much thought to her.
He became aware of footsteps behind him.
"Hanging out at the girl's toilets, are we?" came a sickeningly patronising tone. "Typical."
Danny turned.
"What do you want now, Cindy?" he asked, exasperated. "I'm busy."
"I know," she said. "I just wanna know what you're doing with a voodoo doll?"
Inwardly Danny froze but managed to maintain his composure.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"So we're just wildly admitting that you made an authentic doll to carry around with you for the sheer pleasure," Cindy said haughtily. "I mean, it suits your profile a treat but to make it look like Beth-" she pouted -"now that's really depressing."
Danny scowled. "How...?"
Cindy leaned closer. It should be noted that Danny was an absolute pipsqueak of a man, coming in at about 5'4 (retroactive author's note: no offence to short kings, what makes Danny unlikable is his awful personality, not his appearance). With his diminutive stature, Cindy's towering presence greatly unnerved him. "If there's one thing I'm good at, Danny, it's research."
"Y-you always were a bookworm," Danny managed, trying his very hardest not to either collapse under the weight of her stare or look at her boobs.
"Ooo, scathing," Cindy cooed. She leaned back. "So, from the stories I've heard about Beth, yours actually works."
"What? Are you here for revenge?" Danny said quickly, his arm clutching his bag protectively, at any point ready to shout commands to call Beth out like some sort of Pokémon whilst he booked it.
"For Beth?" Cindy shook her head, "Never liked her, couldn't give a damn. A bit dim I think, you know how these popular girls are. No, I want you to make me one."
"I'm sorry," Danny said, eyes widened.
"It takes a hair, right? I'll bet you've got a few blank slates left just in case, am I right? I need you to make one of Heather. Think you can handle that?"
