The light burns.
I forgot to mention, I absolutely hate early mornings, mostly because I get in a generous and overall nice mood. It's hard to plot that way. All my malevolence and cunning just seems to fly out the window.
But I don't have time for that today. Step two of Manipulation 105 begins today, and it is going to be very enjoyable. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, noting the feral smile proudly. Then I turn away my attention from the mirror and on to the task at hand; namely eating breakfast and driving to school.
I walk over to a bowl stuffed full of cereal bars; standard morning fare for me. Quick, fast, not requiring much attention. I grab one before immediately walking out the door and into my custom-painted silver Mercedes. The seats are made of pure black leather, imported from Argentina, and the sound system is one of the best in the world. It had been a gift from my parents before they left on their latest business trip.
All in all, the drive takes less than five minutes and moments later I step into school, smiling kindly at everyone around. It's so easy to make people happy by pretending you care about their stupid, insignificant problems. If you just act like you care, people will pour out their soul to you, teary-eyed and full of emotion. It's absolutely revolting. I walk purposefully into the crowd, still pretending to be sorry about the people I knock over.
There's the target. Tristan and Elena are standing in front of their shared locker, looking deeply into one another's eyes. Perfect. The sick puppy love makes me want to vomit. Who are they kidding? They'll both be together for a little while, one of them will cheat, and they'll both be bawling their eyes out. Why even try?I approach the couple, and Elena meets my eyes. Her eyes look so innocent and beautiful. I think that she's trying to say hello. Fuck you.
I smile deviously back, walk the last few steps, and grab Tristan by the shoulders. Hard. In one fluent movement, I spin him around to face me, move my hands southward to his waist, and move in for the kill. As my lips close over his, my eyes slip shut and I force myself into his mouth. My hands roam around his belt, smoothing over the coarse fabric of his black jeans. To an outsider, it looks smooth, fluent, and as if both parties are very willing. It looks sensual, romantic, and erotic at the same time. It's an acquired skill.
Even so, he tastes like strawberries. Disgusting. It reminds me of everything naïve and over-sweet in life.
A wide smile slides onto my face as I feel a little bit of pressure back on my lips. Well, maybe he is bisexual. And then gracefully but forcefully, I end it and walk calmly away. Witnesses would later tell me that Tristan stood panting for a moment before looking up in shame at Elena.
Perfect. I had just reinforced the rumor to the point where Elena would be outright suspicious of any contact Tristan had with anyone. I turn around for a very short moment and flick my eyes back to the pair of them. Elena is looking at Tristan with a questioning, insulted, and almost mistrustful face. I'm sure he's going to be on a very, very short leash from now on.
And her? Well, I have something very elaborate and tasteful in store for her. There's still a lot of work to be done on Manipulation 105, but lucky for me, I know quite a few lesbians. Better yet, one of them has an infatuation for our dear Elena. Of course, my contact with my lesbian "friends" is completely untraceable; I'm just an online name without a face. An online name who has listened to their problems and pretended to care. And because of all my scheming, I can set my homosexual hounds on that poor, poor misguided girl.
I often believe sexuality is one of my most potent weapons.
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