Emillie Hyde has bullied her way to the top of the school, and no one is spared her bitchery. Her classmates & teammates begin to conspire a payback that will transform her attitude and satiate their lust to bring her down. The following story will feature "slice-of-life" content among depictions of consensual sex, non-consensual sex, and allusions to incest, though not all in every chapter.
All characters made-up to appear in this work of fiction are over the age of 18.
This story is a work of fiction. No names or places presented here are real.
Any resemblance to real names or places are unintentional and coincidental.
But ... some of the details of this story are based on real events.
Jokes were made, and those implications inspired this school-life fantasy.
Once again, this story is a work of fiction - it never happened.
And, a rape fantasy does not EVER condone actually hurting someone in real life.
With this preface in place, let us begin.
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Emillie Hyde had a perfect life. Perfect smooth skin, perfect blonde hair, perfect dream home, and a perfect loving family. Her mother Delia was the assistant to the principal at her elite private christian school, her father Mack was the owner of several auto dealerships. Her sister Melanie was two years older than Emillie, and had graduated from the same school; leaving behind a legacy as the cheer captain, volleyball captain, first chair violinist, choir leader, and valedictorian. Emillie had a great body, 5'9" tall and weighing 140 lbs., full C cups always hidden beneath modesty protectors; but Melanie still made her feel inferior standing at 5'11" and 120 with shirt straining DD's. Everyone in town loved Melanie, everyone in town tolerated Emillie. Her life really could have been perfect, if she just wasn't such a bitch.
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"Mrs. Clyde," the whining began again, " I HAVE to make captain this year! I have all the-"
Clyde cut her off with a quick gesture, and just couldn't take it anymore. The old air conditioning in her small office never got where it needed to be, and her polo and khaki's were stiff and sticky with the day's sweat. She'd never admit it, but every coach has favorites and not-so-favorites, and her least favorite of all was trying to become an even bigger pain in her always sore back.
"Emillie, you have too much on your plate already. You're the captain of the soccer team for the fifth year running, you're in choir every morning, you have a schedule full of AP classes, all the extra curricular work you do with the church, and I hear Mrs. Krisner is giving you the first flute chair this year to lead the whole woodwind section. I cannot give you any more responsibility and watch you crumble underneath it."
In just a scratchy grey t-shirt and the too-long shorts that the school insisted upon, Emillie could still look ready for war. Her face was set in stone, she didn't shuffle her feet or pick at her hair, swept loosely behind her shoulders. The early evening sunset prism'd through the small rectangular windows set high in the wall, spotlighting specks of dust in the air, and half-blinding Clyde each evening no matter which way she faced in her desk.
Clyde thought this would at least be the end of it until Monday, but the girl lowly growled out the same argument again.
"Melanie did it all and more. I can do it too."
Mrs. Clyde let out a long sigh, and left the suddenly loud whir of the distant ceiling fan to punctuate long seconds of silence.
"You have to stop comparing yourself to Melanie. Focus on who you are and who you want to be, and stop trying to become your sister."
"Mrs. Clyde, I want to be cheer captain and my mom has already told me I'm the best candidate on the team this year. No one else can organize, promote, and lead like I can. I am not becoming my sister I am becoming better than her, and I AM the cheer captain whether you know it yet or not."
This was getting tiresome.
"Emillie your mother is not in charge of this team, I am, and I have not made my decision yet. Bonnie has the best jumps on the squad, Layna has been dancing for 12 years, Brooke and Elizabeth are both champion all-stars, and Courtney and Hailie have both been sport team captains before ... and NONE of them have as busy a schedule or as big of an ATTITUDE with me as you do!"
"I'm sorry for my attitude Mrs. Clyde, but I AM the captain."
"Go home, Emillie. I will make my decision next week."
"Mrs.-"
"GO HOME!" Clyde shouts. The squeal of the chair legs on the floor were quiet compared to the back of her seat denting the wall behind her. Emillie warbled for a moment at Clyde's outstretched hand ushering her towards the door, then turned to go without another word.
I worry about that girl sometimes,
Clyde sighs to herself.
If she's this willful with me she must be insufferable to her peers. The worst part of it is, she's right, and she'll be this year's captain on Monday morning. She's the only girl on my list with this much drive, and no one else will fight her when she fights this hard. I hate to say it, but that girl needs some of the fight knocked out of her for own good, if anyone around here ever has.
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Jacob sits on the playground bench beneath the huge oak tree, scraping dirt with his foot. There's not many other people in school yet, just the athletes for pre-season tryouts and summer camp training.
And one athletes boyfriend. What a waste of my damn time.
Jacob's giving up the last week of his summer vacation to be at school to support Emillie trying out for cheer captain.
She has to be captain of everything, and she just has to have me here to see it. But I can't even see her, they're inside the damn gym and what are they even doing? The rest of the cheerleaders left an hour ago.
A stampede of giggles with feet coming up behind him catches his attention, and he lifts his head just in time to see the track team running by in a collage of tan skin, blue tanks, and blond and brown tails trailing in the air behind them.
Damn this school and the damn dress code, I can't even enjoy looking at girls here. If I have to hear "modest is hottest" or "ponder your feet" one more time, I'm going to cut my damn dick off and let them keep it.
"What are you looking at!?" shrills through the air, and Jacob flinches just as he's slapped in the ear.
Damn it here we go.
"I wasn't looking at anything! I was just waiting for you!"
Emillie stomps her foot on the ground and huffs out in a single breath, "We're leaving." It's a scramble for Jacob to catch up to her with his head still ringing, but he manages to reach her car barely behind her, tripping over his own feet in the parking lot, and narrowly keeping inside Emillie's three second window for following her orders. She reverses out of the parking space while Jacob is reaching out to close the door.
Good thing the parking lot is nearly empty.
"How'd practice go, babe?"
"Don't call me 'babe' it's demeaning why don't you ever think before you start talking to me you're so stupid if you don't apologize to me you can forget about dinner with my family tonight."
"I'm sorry, Emillie."
"You're so stupid you never think about anything you're doing or how it affects anyone around you it's all about yourself and who were you leering at outside the gym like a creep that is so disrespectful to me everyone knows that we're promised that's so disgusting that you would look at someone else like that now the whole school thinks I'm a slut with a boyfriend who cheats on her."
"I'm sorry, Emillie."
"You haven't even asked about my making captain this year not that you even care but I made captain and Mrs. Clyde will be announcing it to the school next week so don't tell anyone else before I tell the rest of my team no one likes it when you spread rumors and get in everyone's business Jacob WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING ME!?"
He drops the strand of blonde hair twirled across his finger, and lets out "I'm sorry, Emillie." one last time.
Damn I hope Melanie will be at dinner tonight. At least she's always nice to me. My ear still really hurts.
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"What a bitch." Jodie could see Emillie's tantrum from the soccer field.
I suppose I should be thankful that she's so busy being a cheertator that she didn't have the time to come make my life miserable this week.
Jodie lines up back from another ball, and with two quick steps sinks it into the goal. Her shirt is caked with even more sweat and dirt than her face, and now that she knows Emillie is gone, she can at least lose six pounds of suffocating cotton jersey.
"It's just us left here now, we can go covers off!" The whole team gives a desperate laugh of relief as they peel the uniform shirts off and throw them to the fence line.
With Emillie gone, there's no one here to rat on us for not wanting heatstroke.
