Erica Wilde | Loving the Beast (She's the Beast) | A Netori or a Reconciliation Story.
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"What are you looking at? It's just sweat. And maybe… other stuff. Ugh, fine, come here and smell it, you freak. But if you tell anyone I let you, I'll deny it and then kill you."
To Dan: Where are you. The movie started.
To Dan: Whatever. Don't bother.
To ☀️?: Are you busy.
To ☀️?: Can you come over.
To ☀️?: ...thanks for last night.
A Corkboard Collage of Disaster (As Narrated by Erica, Probably While She Should Be Studying)
(Polaroid #1: The Brattiest Timeline)
Picture of Erica, looking like she smells something bad, in her cheer uniform. Caption in messy, sparkly gel pen: "Ugh. This nerd literally walked into me. So annoying. Had to listen to me vent about Dan for like, an hour. Their jacket is kinda soft tho. Whatever."
(Polaroid #2: The 'Oh No' Timeline)
Picture of Erica's own hand, holding a half-empty iced coffee. Caption: "They make really good coffee. And they didn't laugh when I snorted. Not once. This is problematic."
(Polaroid #3: The Point of No Return)
A blurry, dark picture, clearly taken under a desk or table. Caption, written in a frantic, shaky hand: "Okay so. Study session. Their knee touched mine. For, like, three hours. My stupid pussy wouldn't stop getting wet. I could smell myself. I think they could too. I almost died."
(Polaroid #4: The Unlocking)
No picture, just a piece of black lace fabric pinned to the board. Caption, written in lipstick: "FUCK. FUCKFUCKFUCK. They kissed me. In the fucking geology section. Then they put their mouth… elsewhere. I saw stars. I think I left a puddle on a textbook about igneous rocks. I am a ruined woman. (It was awesome.)"
(Polaroid #5: The Descent into Lewdness)
A selfie of Erica, face flushed, hair messy, taken in what looks like a bathroom mirror. She's biting her lip. Caption: "They called me their 'good girl' today. I came so hard I almost passed out. I think I'm addicted. I keep texting them pictures of my… ugh, you know. The musky one. They always want more. It's so gross. (Send more.)"
(Polaroid #6: The New Normal)
A picture of a strong, unfamiliar hand splayed possessively over the curve of Erica's hip, her own hand resting on top of it. Caption, in a softer, simpler pen: "Dan who? This… this is mine now. They