"After everything I've done for that woman, putting up with all those ungrateful little cunts out there... fuckin' filling the place up with their... with their goddamn fat!" Ashley paused for a second to get her head clear, raising her hands in a shielding position over her eyes before opening them wide and spreading her fingers, "I just can't believe that she would do this to me after one little screw-up, y'know? I mean, I thought I had done something great around here, those hieffers out there?" she pointed wildly to the door, "their grades have skyrocketed because I'm so damn tough on them. So why, when I'm doing exactly what I thought she wanted me to do, did she send me here with... with--
"Me?", Mia Underwood dryly finished her patient's sentence as she easily sat down her forest-themed tea pot, having poured both a glass of green tea for herself and Ashley. She was well aware that the ebony-haired cynic was not a fan of tea in any flavor, not through any supposed readings of the aura or soul but by the distasteful scowl that crossed her pretty face as soon as she broke out the teapot. The hefty hippie was more than happy to pour her a cup still, should Ashley decide to change her mind. As she lowered herself back onto the couch, having risen to wrap her thick fingers around the wooden cup before, Mia noticed that Ashley had yet to grab her own.
"Yeah, you." Ashley spat back. In defeat, she raised her arms up from the back of the brown loveseat and let them fall uselessly back down to the cushions with a slight noise of impact. "Ugh, I mean, just because I flipped out a little doesn't mean that I'm crazy." she said flatly, as if her point was fairly obvious. "I mean it was the logical conclusion, right? I hadn't been in my room, they had. I hadn't cleaned out my desk, and I thought they did, so I lost my cool. Is that really such a crime?" With an exasperated sigh, not comforted in the slightest that she now had someone to vent to, she simply rolled her eyes, "God. And here I thought breaking my leg was going to be the worst part of this semester..."
There was an awkward silence between the two as Ashley's distaste for the fuller woman in the sarong was made more and more apparant. Underwood's full lips wrapped around the a portion of the cup's mouth as she drank her tea, slurping slightly in hopes of bringing a more juvenile feeling into the atmosphere. Opposite, Ashley's dark green eyes were boring holes in Mia's round cheeks, the only part of her face visible while she drank, as she let her anger and misery fester inside of her.
"So... you view sitting with me as a punishment?" Mia finally asked after determining the proper route to take, "The worst part of your year so far? Why is--
"Um, yeah." Ashley said flatly
"And why... is that, Sister?"
Ashley's lips pursed instinctively at yet another utterance of the word "sister", tilting her head slightly away from Underwood's view so she could sort out all of her ugly thoughts. Not to dismiss them, of course, but to categorize them. She had been waiting for this for quite some time:
"Alright, where to begin..." Ashley's tone clearly marking sincere revulsion, "For starters, sister, you're such a little precious pansy-ass. One look at you and I know all of that "garden" and "herb" shit you talk about is fake. Your hands are soft and fat, sister, and anyone who claimed to garden as much as you do would have built up some calluses, and probably have lost some damn weight! Honestly, sister, just how do you do it; manage to get so fucking fat after only eating vegetarian meals? Huh? You make me sick, pretending like you give a shit about me. Oh, and another thing? Sister? Keep your damn hands off of my stomach you dyke, all you do is fucking feel my stomach and it creeps me out and gives me these weird dreams that make me want to eat all the fuckin' time! So, sister do you think I covered everything, huh Sister?! Because if not I'll be seeing you a lot fucking more now, thee goddamn times a week! Won't that be fun, huh, won't it be fun SIS?!"
And again things were silent between the two of them, except for Ashley's hastened breathing as she struggled to catch her breath. The big bellied blonde woman across from her remained silent, stoicly so. No stupid grin, no half-cocked head, and no tears. Just a silent stare of contemplation. Or contempt, neither of them was sure which emotion she felt for the hostile former gym-teacher.
"Look... sorry, okay?" Ashley finally said, her hand falling to her stomach, "You're a good chick just..."
"N-No, I understand." Mia stuttered as she saw Ashley's mouth move, expecting another barrage of hurtful words to come slinging her way, "You say what you feel sis- erm, Ashley." she said with a weak and unconvincing smile, "And you feel... very, very angry. I see that now."
Underwood tottered on the couch slightly, rocking herself back and forth, until she could work her way onto her feet and into a standing position. Once up, she made her way awkwardly to her desk, reached into one of the drawers, and pulled out an entire pouch of butterscotch candies. On pavlovian instinct, Ashley's mouth began to feel bitter and dry.
"I, um, I got these from the Headmistress." she said weakly as she headed back to the couch and sat back down, "They were supposed to be for the girls who came in here and... um, well, Ms. Polluck told me to give you one- y'know, to let you know that you weren't in too much trouble. But I think that we can use these differently."
"How so?" Ashely asked, not really paying much attention but really only goading the fat flowerchild on because she felt bad for unleashing the beast all over her
"Well, we can use these as a way to improve your attitude. Y'know, every time you want to yell at someone... like you just yelled at me... or you're just in the mood to hit something, you eat one of these candies. You won't yell if you don't want the butterscotch to fall out, right?"
"Stupid."
"O-Or, you could, um, eat one every time you feel like you've done something good!" Ms. Underwood was reaching now, "Like, every period you go without yelling at a student, you get a candy. Or, maybe, if you manage to walk without your crutches longer than the time before you could treat yourself to a candy. Like that!"
"I used to run when stuff like that happened." Ashley said flatly, "And at least running isn't cavity-coated and sixty calories a step."
"And look how fit you are because of the exact same program, just with different meathods of reward? Trust me, as soon as you can run or walk without hurting yourself, you should go right back to running. But for now this is just a substitute. From what I've observed, Sister, your aura fluctuates so wildly because you feel that you can't vent your anger and be rewarded for doing good at the same time- this is just a way to alleviate that fluctuation without you having to take it out on your students and lose your job."
"Hurm..." Ashley growled
"Sound good?"
"I... suppose..."
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