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by SentiReads

by SentiReads

You're done being a doormat for some frat boy douche bag in lilac shorts. A hundred dollars isn't nearly enough for you to become his personal court jester. Forcing you to wash your hands is one thing, but drinking hot sauce is another. Who knows what kind of punishment he'd come up with after that? Pug Bro is on his own for this one.

"No, thanks."

Pug Bro goes pale and scrambles for his wallet. "Wait, wait, no. How about two hundred?"

"No way."

The look of disappointment on Derek's face disgusts you. Apparently, he hoped you would take the offer. A semester's worth of rage bubbles over, and the beers give you enough liquid courage to air your grievances in the only way you know how.

Passive aggressiveness.

You look forward and sneeze directly on Derek's face. "ACHOOOOO!"

Derek recoils in shock and disgust. "Dude! What the fuck!"

"You'd better go wash your face in case I have that crazy virus."

The bros gasp and go so silent you'd hear a pin drop. It looks like you've crossed the line past a sick burn this time. Derek growls like a junkyard dog and lunges across the table, knocking over a tragic amount of beers. He slams into you, knocking you both to the floor. Picking a fight with a dude who regularly goes to the gym is a bad idea.

Derek has you firmly pinned to the ground, and no amount of squirming around works to free yourself. One solid punch to the jaw knocks you out cold.

END.

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