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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="AlexanderGrey_-_GooPie_MermaidShy">AlexanderGrey - GooPie MermaidShy</span><a href="AlexanderGrey_-_GooPie_MermaidShy#/editor/1" title="Edit section: AlexanderGrey - GooPie MermaidShy" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh Mr. Moooooous!&quot; Sour Sweet's voice chimes from the other side of the door. &quot;How about you let us in?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's the big bad wolf at the door of the pig who built the brick house.</span><br />&quot;Yeah? that's not happening.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well why not?&quot; Indigo comes next. &quot;You wouldn't want us going to Cinch's office and telling her about what you just did to the three of us, would you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;There's only two of you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, no.&quot; Sour Sweet interferes. &quot;Zesty was so traumatized that she doesn't even want to admit to what happened in there. But her walking in with normal hair and walking out with messed up hair says it all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Let out a silent chuckle.</span><br />&quot;Oh does it now?&quot; You would have had your hands on your hips by now had you been facing these two.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is your last chance. Let us in!&quot; Indigo's voice is now right up against the wooden surface of the door. &quot;And we'll negotiate from there.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can tell that her forehead itself must be up against the door, leaning on it. That would explain the soft thud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They actually start banging on the door to intimidate and pressure you.</span><br />&quot;Miss Zest is a witness that nothing happened, you know.&quot; You pretend to grasp at straws, knowing what their response will be. &quot;She'll explain what you did with her hair.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh please! There's no way that story will add up. That's like? the stupidest thing ol' Cinchy will ever hear.&quot;Indigo scoffs at you. &quot;Just face it, you're trapped.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now open the door!&quot; Sour Sweet follows up.&quot;Open the door and let us in.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You probably shouldn't have said that, because it should be obvious to them that you know something they don't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But after a few seconds, it becomes clear that these two are too? amorous to care or even notice. &quot;Don't pretend you have the situation under control so we think you've got tricks up your sleeve!&quot; Sour Sweet threatens you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You've seen his desk, right?&quot; Indigo asks her.</span><br />&quot;I've seen your desk, Mr. Mous. I've seen everything you have available to you in there. You don't have shit to use as any kind of defense or proof or anything!&quot; Sweet answers. &quot;It's just office supplies and stuff.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;What is she even going at?</span><br />&quot;I'm not letting you in unless you actually want to study something, which would have to be tomorrow because the study session for today is over.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, if it's over ,then leave the classroom.&quot; Indigo challenges you. &quot;Come on, open the door.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Unless there's a reason for you not to open the door. Like? if something happened in there and you're cleaning up all the evidence.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're still deciding on whether or not to break it to these two that Cinch found out about them trying to make up all of this stuff about you. Even the principal herself did proclaim that she wanted to play around with these two and make them think that they're making progress for a bit too, as you're starting to want this as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What with all of the things they are saying to you after they believe that they have you in the palms of their hands.</span><br />&quot;You two have nothing to go on, I assure you of that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He's bluffing.&quot; Indigo can be heard whispering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, right!&quot; Sweet answers. &quot;Like your word will mean anything at all in a situation like this! Everyone knows that if a student cries rape, the teacher is automatically the one put in the spotlight with all fingers and eyes pointed at them! There is no evidence needed for this kind of thing. We can just say something and everyone will believe us! It happens on the internet all the time.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just open the door, Mr. Mous. We're not going to ruin your life if we don't have to.&quot; Indigo tries to convince you. &quot;All we want is a little bit of dick, alright?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow, she actually just said that.</span><br />&quot;You're out of your minds. What you want to do is wrong and immor-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bullshit.&quot; Sour Sweet cuts you off. &quot;You know you want to. Don't lie to me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I know that I don't want to.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, you do want to. And you don't have a choice anyway. Open the door or Cinch is getting a certain visit to her office tomorrow morning.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You have no proof of anything.&quot; You almost force yourself to stutter to make this even more entertaining for you.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The security cameras right over there should tell a different story.&quot; Indigo points out.</span><br />&quot;Trust me, that doesn't matter.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right, because video evidence on top of a &quot;victim&quot; student's word against a teacher isn't damning at all. There is surely NO evidence of anything online that suggests that it hold any power or significance. Nowhere one can look.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's still angering how sarcastic the girl is getting.</span><br />&quot;Well, there's a difference. Those guys actually did something.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pffft! How do you know? Because you saw enough big YouTube channels talk about it and read enough unconfirmed Tumblr posts telling their own story of what happened?&quot; Sour Sweet tells you. &quot;Open your eyes, we're in the day and age where the accuser has all the power. We don't have to prove shit in order to make your reputation go down the drain. People will draw their own conclusions.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're trying to make the situation unconditionally sway you into opening the door so they can get to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You already know that defending yourself after which would just make matters worse. It's a damn good thing you can keep them in your favor while they still are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Proof. Doesn't. Matter. And we still have our own make-believe proof anyway.&quot; Indigo reminds you. &quot;Now, last chance. Open the door.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Didn't you already tell me it was my last chance a few minutes ago?&quot; You start to nitpick. &quot;If you really had something you can do, you would have done it by now and stopped trying to convince me to open the door.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They murmur to eachother really quietly this time, making sure you don't catch on to the fact that you opening the door is pretty much their top priority.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We just want you THAT badly, you know.&quot; Sour Sweet changes her tone. &quot;I've watched you teach for so long? and I just can't resist you anymore.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of the girl sliding her hand along the wooden surface of the door can barely be heard. You're not even sure if she means for you to hear this.</span><br />&quot;You girls need to get yourselves boyfriends already.&quot; You tell her. &quot;Because going after a teacher is REALLY awkward.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We don't want a boy. We want a man.&quot; Indigo joins in, rolling her tongue a little bit.</span><br />&quot;You can't wait outside my door forever, you know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're right. So how about you open up and we won't go to Cinch tomorrow?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You keep saying that, but I'm sure you're not going to do it if you're trying so hard to convince me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not tomorrow yet. In fact? it's getting dark outside.&quot; Sweet tells you in an increasingly sultry voice. &quot;If the power goes out from the storm, the cameras won't pick anything up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're not getting to you at all. You are a rock.</span><br />&quot;Where are your parents?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Irrelevant because we're both eighteen. Now open up.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's not happening.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They whisper to each other again. You can't make out what either of them are saying until Sour Sweet starts to quietly explode. &quot;YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DO THIS RIGHT! THIS WAS YOUR PLAN!&quot; She's scream/whispering in a way where you're sure her lungs should completely run out of air after every word.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait for them to turn their attention back to you? Sour Sweet begins to caress your door again, as though you're supposed to indirectly feel her through the wood or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mr. Mous. Just let us in and we'll negotiate with you. We don't want to have to do this to your career. I was nice to you yesterday, and I told you why it wasn't a bad idea to give this sort of thing a try! You never even said that you didn't find me attractive.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's not going to work.&quot; Indigo tells her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Coming from the girl who decided to &quot;wing it&quot; in order to win the guy over.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A sudden shuffling interrupts Sour Sweet before she can continue, and she can only grunt now as she struggles with Indigo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut up!&quot; The athlete snarls down at the shocked Sour Sweet in her grasp. &quot;You can't get him to open the door by acting all lovey-dovey! He has to have no other option!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the other side of the door from you, Sour Sweet tries to escape Indigo's tight hold, finding no success. She starts to feel anger swell inside of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know you want a piece of us, Mr. Mous.&quot; She struggles to break free, turning towards the door. &quot;Or should I say? Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So she's calling you by your first name now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A little uncomfortable, but not enough to shake your confidence from the fact that there is a security camera in the classroom itself. You're just glad that the curtain covering the slim window next to the door is on your side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right as you think about this, an idea comes to mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know these two are far too stubborn to simply leave you alone when they've gotten this close, at least in their minds. Their determination is pretty much unable to be toppled.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you do remember the time Cinch told you not to mention the camera in the classroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Look over to the window of your classroom, thinking about how it unlocks and completely opens form the inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let? go of me!&quot; Sour Sweet wriggles her way out of Indigo Zap's grasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then turns to face the door once more. And when she does do, she sees the lights in the room switch off. Indicating that the teacher must be right on the other side of the door in order to reach the light switch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon. Don't you wanna at least see some girl on girl action. I'm pretty sure you saw that Indy's bi.&quot; She continues to try and convince the teacher.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo tackles her again, growing red in the face and growling like an agitated tiger.</span><br />&quot;Sorry, can't hear you.&quot; The voice from inside the classroom sounds.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I said she's bi!&quot; Sour Sweet repeats ever louder. &quot;She likes other gir-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo's hand silences the girl by sealing her mouth shut. She leans in towards the door. &quot;Oh, Mr. Moooooous! Did you know that Sour Sweet has inverted nipples?&quot; She calls through the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet's jaw drops as she stares back up at Indigo Zap. The athlete just smugly grins back down with a light chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How the fuck did you even know that?&quot; The restrained girl grunts into Indigo's palm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You shouldn't be surprised, what with everything you just said and all.&quot; Indigo tells her. &quot;All those times we were in the changing rooms?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet takes a deep breath in order to say something even more personal about Indigo Zap before she hears the window in the classroom open. It's barely loud enough to hear, but both girls pick it up after the sound of the now massive downpour outside reaches their ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shit.&quot; Indigo quietly gasps in a strained whisper. &quot;He's climbing out the window!&quot; She grabs Sour Sweet by the collar and pulls her in the direction she's trying to take off in. &quot;Follow me!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We can't let him make it to his car!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo Zap forcefully pulls Sour Sweet with their arms locked, soon making it to the front of the school and exiting through the front doors. She lets out a determined grunt as the heavy rain begins to soak her, pouring down ever harder than before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There aren't any other remaining cars in the parking lot, just Mr. Mous's car and the janitor's pickup truck. Everyone else, including Cinch at this point, has gone home for dinner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two girls head right up to the car and stand guard right next to it, waiting for the teacher to emerge from behind the building. They've gotten too much of an adrenaline rush to think about the exterior security cameras.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rain continues to shower and soak them from above.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Closer to the school.&quot; Indigo orders Sour Sweet, who now promptly complies. &quot;You go one way and I'll go another.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They start out at the front doors, keeping an eye out on the fields in case the teacher is hiding behind a nearby bush or something. The two split up along the perimeter of the building and plan to regroup at the back end.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet calls over to Indigo. &quot;I think I should stick by the car itself or something.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just search your side of the building!&quot; Indigo stomps around the corner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet complies once again, making sure she can see what's happening in the fields at the same time as scanning the outside of the building. It's pretty much impossible to avoid the rain pelting the two girls from the clouds above.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They both soon reach one another at the back of the school, not having found Mr. Mous. They go back to the front of the school together to seek out the teacher's car when they see a pair of headlights pulling out of a parking space.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each of the girls pray that the headlights belong to the janitor's pickup truck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh shit!&quot; Indigo Zap tries to make a sprint for Mr. Mous's car pulling out of the parking space.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This feels like one of the most intense moments of your life. You can't believe you faked these two out so easily. There isn't even that much rainwater on you since you spent half of your home stretch rushing through the inside of the building.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You made it to the front doors as the two girls were scouting around outside in the rain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A pricelessly desperate look on Indigo Zap's face greets you before you speed away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Noooo! God damn it!&quot; Indigo momentarily trips over her own feet and lands face first into the grass below.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And just like that, the car is completely gone&#160;? out of reach and out of sight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet soon follows behind her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They stand there in silence for a couple of seconds as the car disappears in the distance. Indigo Zap clenches her fists, thinking of a way to blame Sour Sweet for all this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Looks like winging it worked really well, didn't it?&quot; Sour Sweet says to Indigo in a taunting voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without thinking Twice, Indigo take a swing at her friend with an open hand, just missing the face. Sour Sweet only ducks when it would have been too late, falling down to the ground on the same spot Indigo had fallen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo then kneels down and gips Sour Sweet again, trapping her into a near-choke hold. &quot;He wouldn't have thought to try to get away if you just told him his life would be over if he didn't do what we said! We could have been getting it on with him in the classroom right now, but no! You have to start going on about me being bi and everything!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't pull that bullshit on me!&quot; Sour Sweet sneers back at Indigo as she's held low to the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;NO! This is YOUR fault!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;YOU'RE the one who wanted me to check the other side of the school instead of guard the car!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neither of them would have heard one another over the rain barraging the ground if they weren't screaming at each other so loudly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet can't get herself to stand up as Indigo keeps tackling her to the ground. She tries to throw a few punches after the third time falling down to the dirt, but Indigo just grabs her arm and twists it until she gives in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fucking chill!&quot; Indigo orders Sour Sweet with streams of rainwater flowing off of her hair and into the other girl's face. &quot;You're the one who keeps screwing everything up!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The athlete holds the other girl steady on the ground as she continuously struggles to get off the ground and throw another punch. She tries to use the slipperiness of her skin to slide her arms free, but Indigo just keeps catching her and overpowering her with her own strength.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour simply screams obscenities at the other girl in compensation. But eventually gives in after realizing how much stronger Indigo is than her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, I get it. You're stronger than me.&quot; Sour Sweet calms her voice in the way she's so skilled at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We almost had him!&quot; Indigo continues to scold the other girl. &quot;Then you had to go back to this whole bullshit about him probably caring if I were into other girls or anything. That has NOTHING to do with what he has on the line, god damn it! I really hope you've learned your lesson here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just because you can win against me in a fight doesn't mean you're right! It was your plan that failed!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And YOUR plan that failed the last time before this! At least I got closer!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet forces a taunting laugh. &quot;You were luckier. He was only scared because of what I said to him before. But then you let him get away!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He stopped being scared when you brought up the whole bi thing!&quot; Indigo tells Sour Sweet. &quot;It's YOUR fault!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was getting under his skin more than you! You can't deny that!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bull shit!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um? no. You might be stronger than me, but I'm smarter than you! And my test scores prove that too!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, please! Those things mean nothing and you know it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, it's true. I got him more scared than you did.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Because you're a sociopath!&quot; Indigo clenches her fists again, still out of breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then I'm crazier than you, which is a very important when it comes to carrying out a crazy plan that ACTUALLY works. Unlike&#160;?winging it'&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut the hell up!&quot; Indigo is far from in the mood for this. &quot;Just because you're crazier doesn't mean you can beat me in winning him over. After all, I am more attractive than you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet doesn't answer, only slowly raises her gaze at the girl in front of her with fire starting in her eyes. The longest pause ensues, only ending when Sour Sweet speaks in a completely different voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? the fuck? did you just say?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo's voice hides behind the sound of the rain colliding with the pavement. She moves her lips, but knows there is nothing she can say that can get rid of that beyond vengeful glare on Sour Sweet's face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few more seconds pass before Sour Sweet clenches her fists even tighter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She starts to breathe a little bit more loudly, soon enough for Indigo Zap to hear it over the falling rain. The raindrops hitting the top of her head don't even exist at this moment, not even felt in the slightest bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And Indigo doesn't even realize she's backing away when she notices Sour Sweet gritting her teeth and snarling in her direction, repeating what she just said through her body language.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two girls are soon in the middle of the parking lot, Sour Sweet striding towards the other girl backing away from her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something radiates in Sour Sweet that tells Indigo that she's not going to be able to overpower her with that wrath in her eyes. The look of a girl who lost all of her intimidation and weakness in the face of searing rage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo Zap knows that backing away shows signs of weakness in and of itself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to imitate the look Sour is giving her, failing to look even half as dangerous, but she's not about to let this girl think she can get pressure her like this? by simply looking at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But Sour Sweet's nerves aren't calming down any time soon. And they boil past the point of no return once Indigo Zap speaks again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You heard me.&quot; Indigo mutters in a shaky voice. &quot;You're just mad because I'm right.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo doesn't even need Sour Sweet to lurch forward in order to know that she needs to run. That explosion in the girl's eyes was the only cue she needed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fear overcomes rage in the athlete while quite the opposite happens in Sour Sweet. She chases after the other girl in hot pursuit, shortening the distance between the two in less than ten desperate steps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo knows she can't make it to the front doors, not that she'd be any safer inside the school. She tries to veer around the front of the school, with Sour Sweet's footsteps sounding closer and closer behind her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's scared into picking up her pace, but it will be of no use.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All over the ground, the grass is wet and slippery around Crystal Prep, even right next to the building.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The athlete tries to make a sharp turn around a corner and finds the soles of her shoes betraying her along the sleek grass. She lands on her side, legs still making running movements like a dog in a nightmare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo tries to spring back up before she feels Sour Sweet's enraged hands grab onto her shoulders. She knows her only option is to fight now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She struggles to spin around to face Sour Sweet, but finds herself being spun around in the opposite direction to face the other girl anyway. &quot;Get off!&quot; Indigo's voice has reduced itself to a whimper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A single attempt at throwing a punch is made before Sour Sweet blocks it and slaps Indigo across the face with resulting pain somehow greater than that from a punch. Indigo desperately grabs onto Sweet's ponytail next in order to force her to roll off of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hand on Sweet's ponytail lets go after a few seconds of Indigo tying to get the other girl's hands away from her throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You have NO CHANCE with him! Do you hear me?&quot; Sour Sweet keeps her hold on Indigo's neck and bangs the girl's head against the fortunately soft, wet grass below. &quot;It's YOUR fault! It's your fault he got away again!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet completely ignores the barrage of slaps Indigo delivers to get her off of her lap and let her stand up to run away. But Sour Sweet isn't planning on letting the athlete under her go anywhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This girl compromised everything, and she even thinks she can</span><br />overpower Sweet and tame her into accepting her loss.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I said get OFF! Get off of me!&quot; Indigo mouths the words since her voice box can't make a sound under the other girl's thumbs. &quot;You bitch!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grows more desperate, balling her hands into fists and trying to pummel them anywhere she can to make Sour Sweet back away. Indigo soon realizes she has enough strength to claw away at Sour Sweet's face, finally finding her way to breathe again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But Sour Sweet's unrealistically strong grip easily pulls Indigo's hands away by the wrists. The athlete is pinned down with her arms flat on the grass, Sour Sweet leaning on her wrists.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rain assaults Indigo's face, soon making its way into her nose and mouth as she has to keep her eyes tightly shut. Indigo kicks into the darkness of her closed eyes, colliding her feet with Sour Sweet's stomach until she loosens her hold and briefly falls to the side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo barely stands up before Sour Sweet's arms beat hug her from behind and pull her back into the water ridden grass. The two land with a resounding splash, having already been soaked beforehand anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You are staying right here!&quot; Sour Sweet's voice has turned gruff and otherwise almost devilish.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm? not? putting up with? your shit right now? you BITCH!&quot; indigo forces a growl, not wanting to see Sweet's face in response to this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she can pretty much hear how her face would look anyway. Another hard slap is slammed into her cheek, even harder than the last.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You are PAYING for this!&quot; It's possible that Sour Sweet's nerve racking screech is heard from ten blocks away. &quot;DO YOU HEAR ME?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo finds no use in squirming to get out of the girl's hold. She's only slapped again and again whenever she tries to break free&#160;? her cheek is made numb to the raindrops pretty soon, yet the impacts from Sour Sweet's hand still hurt every time there is a new one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And she's getting out of breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet can tell by the other girl's hyperventilating that she doesn't need to hit her as hard to keep her on the ground. &quot;Face me!&quot; She tries to flip the girl over, but her drenched hands keep slipping away. &quot;Now!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo shuts her eyes to avoid any more raindrops falling into them. She's barely on her side again before Sour Sweet forcefully tips her onto her back and pins her shoulders to the grass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few twists and turns later, and Sour Sweet clamps Indigo Zap's waist between her thighs, holding her in place as she leans over her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Strained grunting is the only thing Indigo uses at first to answer Sour Sweet as she keeps her head turned to the side with the rain harshly coming down on her. Sour Sweet lowers herself onto Indigo, letting herself rest atop the other girl's shaking waist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is all your fault.&quot; Sour Sweet watches Indigo switch the side of her head she lets the rain hit. &quot;I needed him now. And I mean NOW!&quot; She leans forward again, soon reaching the point where most of the rain hitting Indigo's face is dripping off of Sour Sweet's hair. &quot;I wanted to feel him! He was right there.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well you aren't getting him back by going full sperg!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sweet swiftly lifts Indigo up wit the shoulders and slams her back down onto the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo writhes in pain. &quot;Aaah!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Listen here, you bitch.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo lets out another desperate, high pitched groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I waited out here all day. All. Fucking. Day. To feel him breathing under me as he slid his cock into me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's your fault!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;SHUT UP!&quot; Sour Sweet frees one hand to slap Indigo a thousandth time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo returns fire and struggles to break free. She pushes Sour Sweet off and starts to crawl in the opposite direction. But the girl pounces back onto her and overcomes the struggles to break free again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know? I wanted to mount him right around now.&quot; Sour Sweet leans into to Indigo Zap with all her weight and gets her face right next to the girl's ear. &quot;I guess you're Mr. Mous tonight.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she turns red in the face, Indigo tries to kick Sour Sweet off of her. Sweet only moans a little bit and lans back into the other girl, feeling her squirm harder the closer she gets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet continues to speak in between eager grunts. &quot;You're? pretty toned like a boy? anyway?&quot; She clamps her fingers down into Indigo's upper arm to feel around for some muscle. &quot;You'll do just? fine for now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fuck off!&quot; Indigo Zap loses even more breath from shouting at her friend as she feels her begin to fondle her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's no way to get out of the other girl's grasp. Indigo tries to crawl along the grass until her wrists are pulled back again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She can't stop Sour Sweet from flipping her onto her back over and over again, soon untucking her rain drenched shirt. Indigo feels the rain start to directly hit her bare waist now with only Sour Sweet's hands blocking a small portion of the drops landing onto her skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shutting her eyes and grunting more loudly does little to nothing to deter the other girl; Sour Sweet pushes Indigo flat onto her back ever time she tries to sit back up and snakes her hands further up her shirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo can't even back away. Sour Sweet holds onto the inside of her shirt to pull her back closer; since both of the girls are too slippery on their skin underneath to get enough friction to do anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only thing that temporarily stops Sour Sweet is a quick kick to the face. Indigo's eyes are still completely shut as she brings herself to her feet to get away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet grabs the girl by the skirt to pull her back down, only falling flat on her face and getting up again to figure out where Indigo just jumped off to. Indigo can't go far until she pulls her skirt back up over her hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes barely open as she wipes the water out of the way so she can see where she's going. Her panicked footsteps are halted by a brick wall that suddenly appears in front of the girl; it's the side of the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo turns to the right, only finding herself unable to run due to another brick wall blocking her path.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And her eyes are forced closed by a much thicker stream of water flowing down from the roof into the corner like some sort of waterfall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet presses Indigo up against the two surfaces of the corner, trapping the girl on her feet this time. Indigo can only weakly scream now as she tries to swat Sour Sweet's hands away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They slip under her clothes again, this time not needing to untuck the girl's shirt since her skirt still clings onto her thighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo's off-white panties face the brunt of the pouring rain when Sour Sweet's hands make their way into her clothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both girls are starting to get exhausted, but only one has a predatory instinct that allows her to look and act past the fatigue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I didn't know you teachers worked out?&quot; Sour Sweet madly presses her tensing fingers between Indigo Zap's abs, both the teasing voice and frightened grunting overshadowed by the splatter of the waterfall from above. &quot;You've got it going on, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The energy won't stop leaving Indigo and spilling back into Sour Sweet. Neither of them can open their eyes, directly under the never ending stream of water from the roof. But all Sour Sweet needs to do is keep her thirsty hold on Indigo Zap's strapping form and she'll know exactly where everything is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She would have had her eyes closed anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo angrily continues to resist. &quot;No!&quot; She winces and tries to push Sweet back off of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girl is too weak now; her energy is all used up. Sour Sweet claims her prize as the struggle reluctantly ends, pinning Indigo to the corner with the stream of water keeping both of the girls blind for the moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grunting turns back to labored breathing as Indigo can only bend her knees to keep her skirt from falling all the way past her knees. Gravity and the rushing water help the thing fall down in Sweet's favor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet's hands plant themselves on the other girl's tones ass in the meantime, pretending it's the teacher she's longed for ever since he first did so much as look at her in class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo feels her back sliding down the brick wall, sitting herself further into Sour Sweet's pleased hands that clamp her from below.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-Anon?&quot; Sour Sweet blurts, barely audible over the waterfall pelting the two girls. She lets the friction of the brick wall ride Indigo's top up the trunk of her body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet doesn't do anything about Indigo's persisting weak pushes to her her off. It's nowhere near enough to push her back at this point. Sweet just leans into it, appreciating the extra contact before her hands happily run up and down Indigo's dripping torso.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The grass meets Indigo's panties after a few more seconds, and Sour Sweet rests herself on top of her imaginary Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I knew you'd come around, Anon.&quot; Sour Sweet doesn't need to say the name much to convince herself. &quot;You're such a? strong, handsome man. You knew all along you belong with a girl like me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo tries to spit in Sour Sweet's face, but misses. She catches some of the water from above in her mouth to reload, and gets Sour Sweet right on the nose the second time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But the other girl only giggles. &quot;Ohh? looks like someone came a little too early.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This fucking girl's imagination.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let's try this again.&quot; Sour Sweet must somehow keep in the back of her mind that this is her friend Indigo Zap under her aroused hold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo Zap frantically shakes her head and grabs Sour Sweet's wrists as a set of fingers unbuttons the front of her outer top. Indigo's breathing heightens as more water falls onto her upper chest, and starts to let out high pitched moans of desperation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Sour Sweet hears this, she can't resist going in for a kiss. She must be making Anon go crazy with his voice going this high.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Their lips can't meet at first while Indigo turns her face away. Sour Sweet gets the other girl all over her cheek, but the lips keep evading her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When Indigo tries to push Sweet's face away from hers, Sweet goes back to finding more buttons on the scrunched up top to undo. She yanks the girl's sports bra out of the way in order to solidify the illusion that there is a man up against her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo surrenders, letting her lips meet Sour Sweet's in the heavily pouring water coming form the roof above.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet undoes the rest of Indigo's outer top, soon doing the same to her shirt underneath. She feels around the other girl's body, surveying her toned form with her wild fingers leading the way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a few quiet whimpers left inside of her, Indigo pleads into Sour Sweet's mouth to get off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She relaxes her shoulders, finding an unavoidable swell of arousal building from deep within her. As the resistance dies down, Sour Sweet knows what's starting to take over her friend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That? interest in what's happening to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet stands up, pulling Indigo Zap with her. The other girl hardly struggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So? how do you say we go inside where it's warm?&quot; Sour Sweet keeps Indigo balanced on her trembling legs. &quot;We don't have to go to your classroom if you don't want to.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo scowls for a few seconds, before letting out a defeated grunt. She reaches as far down her legs as she can, barely getting ahold of her skirt and starting to pull it back over her knees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A pair of arms wrestles with Indigo a half second afterward. The athlete purposelessly contends until she's forced to uncross her arms and let the front of her shirt open back up to reveal her body. Sour Sweet has her eyes open this time, unable to resist scanning the other girl's sleek muscles under the volley of raindrops hitting them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The water sticking to the girl's skin, dripping down when it coalesces enough or gets hit by another drop? or run over by Sour Sweet's returning hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo pushes away a little bit at first, not being held down this time. But she's too exhausted to run, like a wild, out of breath animal surrounded by a pack of predators that can just chase it down otherwise. Praying for her predator to lose interest and spare her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Streams of rain wash down Indigo's bare torso and Sour Sweet's hands sliding around all over it. She moves her hands to Indigo's back a few times, pulling her closer until their breasts press against one another&#160;? Indigo's being completely in the open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It gets even more up close and personal, leading to Indigo pushing away with a little bit more force just to get the hands off of her body. She starts to drag herself in the opposite direction, and finds herself being held back by the other girl's hands holding onto her clothes to keep her in reach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo yelps and tugs to break away, partially trying to take her two tops with her, but is pulled back. Sour Sweet rams into her and knocks her over to the ground once more with a familiar splash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Get up, Anon.&quot; Sour Sweet forces Indigo to her feet once more, fondling her abdomen hard enough to alter the other girl's breathing for a brief moment. &quot;Unf? you got some tight abs.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pulls Indigo into a tight hug, still keeping her excited hands comfortably on the exposed skin. Indigo covers herself up anyway, trapping Sweet's hands under the clothes as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're? a fuc-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sociopath, yeah yeah. This way.&quot; Sour Sweet is finishing the sentences and already directing her temporary &quot;man&quot; over to one of the side doors to the school. &quot;Looks like the gym and weight room are on this side.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo can feel Sour Sweet's hands working their way up to her breasts, beginning to squeeze them lightly. This doesn't seem like something the girl would have done to a guy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let me watch you work out, Anon.&quot; Sour Sweet herds Indigo all the way over to the door, and slams her onto the brisk wall next to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She eventually gets her to go inside, getting the water that soaks the two all over the floor in a clear, growing puddle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meanwhile, Lemon Zest falls back onto her bed back at her house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scrolls through her playlist once more, completely forgetting about what happened at school today. There are better things the girl can think about that have nothing to do with her friends acting strange around that teacher Mr. Mous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's rain hitting the roof really hard, so naturally, Lemon Zest turn the volume up some more? despite the fact that she would have done so anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Livin' La Vida Loca starts playing. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p47fEXGabaY</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Zest's foot can't help but start moving to the beat as the girl opens her history notes once again. She doesn't remember why she had the notebook still out on her desk at this time in the evening, but she starts reading over what she wrote anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those Crusades much have been such an exciting time. Even Mr. Mous's handwriting in the little notes he put on the slides was a lot more even and orderly. He had a lot more to say, and more of a want to say it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not only this, but Zest has over five sheets of paper to look over other than the original two or three. She hadn't even realized how much she was enjoying taking notes about groups of armored knights traveling to a desert to fight for a spiritual being they believe in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How did Zest's pencil end up back in her hand? Why is she writing more stuff down? Where did the open history book come from? Wasn't it in her backpack a minute ago?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Zest stops caring as she gets a whole page of new notes in before Livin' La Vida Loca even ends. And she eagerly turns to the next chapter of the book, agreeing with herself that she will only listen to one more song and then she'll go eat dinner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's one of her favorite opening riffs to a song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmHDhAohJlQ</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Breathe by Prodigy gives Zest a feeling that pushes her to read more than just the upcoming chapter. Not only this, but she find so much interest in finding out what happens next after Constantinople falls in 1204.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The whole line of happenings in Human history is starting to feel like a single story to the girl. She sees it as a tale that she wants to see from the beginning to end.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The beginning will have to wait until another time&#160;? she's already hooked on the battles the people in heavy suits of armor have to fight in the untoppleable city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She reads on, and writes on in ever growing handwriting. She becomes endlessly excited for this whole world that happens centuries before her world. Sheet of paper after sheet of paper get marked up by lines of graphite, delivered from enthusiastic pencil stroked almost louder than the rain itself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even with the window having been opened&#160;? Zest wanted an excuse to turn the volume up to its maximum level.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;About twenty minutes later, Sour Sweet sits herself onto Indigo Zap down on one of the workout benches. The two are still considerably damp, to the point where their clothes are heavy and sticking to their skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's almost uncomfortably cold in the weight room, which will come in handy for the heating up Sweet has planned for her and &quot;Anon&quot;. Indigo has mostly mellowed down to the idea of doing this with Sour Sweet, partially because there's a part of her that really wants this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sweet wasn't lying when she revealed that Indigo was bi.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon, Anon. Show me how many sets you can do.&quot; Sour Sweet places two dumbbells in Indigo's hands, opening the front of her clothes again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo's glistening body underneath pulsates with each breath she takes, hardly giving way to Sour Sweets kneading hands. The girl on top runs her fingers along the bumps and ridges of Indigo's muscles, imagining everything she feels being Mr. Mous's masculine body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo's breath rushes into Sour Sweet's mouth a split second before their lips meet again. Sweet whispers: &quot;Go ahead. Start lifting.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She slides her hands to the sides, slipping the clothes off of Indigo's smooth shoulders, and clamps onto the girl's upper arms. Indigo follows along, feeling Sour Sweet's hands tighten around her arms as her muscles tense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmmhh? that's it.&quot; Sour Sweet's nose is still pressing against Indigo's nose. &quot;Pump up those handsome arms.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mr. Mous most likely would have laughed at that, but Indigo's mind is spinning too much to dwell on it. Sweet lets out a couple of eventual moans when she feels the athlete breathing more heavily after doing quite a few bicep curls for a minute or two.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo's breathing grows louder as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It isn't long before Sour Sweet turns her focus to Indigo's chest again, where there's virtually no way she could have imagined this being Mr. Mous. Indigo closes her eyes, finding herself increasingly content with her friend doing this to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A series of kisses breaks only for Sour Sweet to utter two words: &quot;Ohhhh? Indy?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Indigo's eyes shoot open like the eyes of a wife who just heard her husband utter her hotter sister's name during sex.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;D-did?&quot; Indigo mutters with Sweet's lips brushing against hers. &quot;Did you just say MY name?&quot; Her cheeks blush ten time more brightly, and her body heats up by the same type of amount.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a good thing it was already cold in this room.</span></div></div>




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