This choice: Another student, and she had her phone out. • Go Back...Chapter #8Another student, and she had her phone out. by: doragom333   Reflexively, Mitsuru screamed and awkardly shielded herself with her arms.
"Oh no, don't mind me," the other girl said smugly, flashing a crooked grin. "Just go about your business like I'm not even here."
"Stop that this instant!" Mitsuru cried out, her voice starting to crack in places. "Delete whatever you've shot of me now, or else I shall confiscate your phone and do it myself!"
"Oh gee..." the girl replied, Mitsuru's threat completely failing to shake her. "The Great Mitsuru Kirijo not only streaking the school in her underwear but bullying others and stealing their personal items? I need to get help!" she began to move to the door.
"W-wait, stop!" Mitsuru nearly shrieked.
The girl turned back around, and let out a huge laugh. "Ho ho ho! This is just too good!" she squealed, bringing her phone back around to catch Mitsuru in her compromised state. "Seeing Mitsuru Kirijo like this, it's just too much! How the heck did you get like this anyway? I just have to know!"
"Kh..." Mitsuru growled, gritting her teeth. "There... there was some trouble with a filing cabinet... and a water bottle..." she choked out, her cheeks flushing crimson as she recalled that entire farce of a meeting.
"Bwa ha ha ha ha!" the girl laughed. "This is just so hilarious, but to happen to you, you of all people. This is gold!"
"Ergh... Yes, well this has been a hilarious event for all of us, but I really must be going now," Mitsuru said, picking up her still-damp blouse not wanting to be in the same room as this jackal any longer.
"Not so fast," the girl said, centering herself squarely in front of the door. "We both know you have a reputation to maintain. How will I know you won't pull some crazy Kirijo Group stunt and sick the school on me because of my new precious secret photo album?"
"You could save us both the trouble and delete the pictures right now," Mitsuru stated.
"But that would be a crime!" the girl suddenly yelled.
"A- what?" Mitsuru asked quizzically.
"A crime against nature, and art!" the girl started bouncing back and forth energetically. "You getting caught in your underwear... the chances of that happening are like a blizzard in the middle of summer, or getting struck by lightning and a meteorite. This is too rare to just lose to nothingness. It must be preserved for posterity forever with me as its keeper!"
Mitsuru was starting to get the feeling that the girl had her own personal, less than wholesome, reasons for wanting to keep these pictures of her.
"Look," Mitsuru sighed. "I give you my word that, so long as you keep those pictures secret, you will receive no retribution from me, and we can both just go our separate ways. Is that fair?"
"Hmm..." the girl mused, continuing to sway back and forth, finger to her head in mock thought. "That sounds really good, but can I really be sure you would just leave me alone, though?"
"I've already given you my word, what more do you want from me?" Mitsuru raised her voice. "This girl is incorrigible!" she thought.
"How about..." she said, winking. "You give me something. A little insurance for my safety, you know."
"Blackmail, is it? You are really testing my patience!" Mitsuru marched forward.
"Uh uh uh!" the girl said, backing to the door. "If you try something, I'll scream so loud that everyone nearby will see the half-naked President beating on a poor, defenseless little girl."
This situation had gone entirely out of control. Giving in to this wretch was deplorable, but Mitsuru could see no other options that she could take in her compromised state. "Fine..." Mitsuru said in defeat. "Just make your demand already."
"All right then," she said, satisfied, giving off a cold smile. "To pass the tollbooth and be on your merry way, I just need you to give me-" | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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