After the Drone Lift, He Begs Me Back

The campus madonna told my childhood friend that she loved Jackie Chan movies. He tied my arms and legs to four gigantic drones.

Monday came by. Right in front of the whole school, the drones hauled me up three hundred feet into the air.

The students' laughter was so thunderous, the skies shook. The videos they took went viral. I remained in the air until the drones ran out of battery and flew back down.

My childhood friend untied me, grinning like he'd just pulled a harmless prank. "Wendy loves Jackie Chan, so I thought you should give her a little Police Story show. We've been friends our whole lives. You don't mind, do you?"

I crumpled to the ground. Wendy Wood was leaning against my childhood friend's chest, and she was laughing so much, tears rolled down her cheeks. "You call that Jackie Chan? She just wet herself!" And she cackled further.

I walked off and never came back.

That drove my childhood friend mad.

"We've been friends forever! You're overreacting!"

A Pet

I went back home and locked myself in the bathroom. Then, I turned the shower's heat up as high as possible. The steam fogged up the mirror and my eyes. I took off my drenched pants and tossed them into the bin, along with my panties.

It was my desperate attempt at washing off the stench of humiliation and the looks everyone threw at me. Again and again, I scrubbed my body. I scrubbed my skin hard enough until it peeled off and turned red.

No matter how hard I washed myself, I could not shake off the sense of vertigo and the howls of the winds ringing in my ears.

I could never forget their grins.

Joseph Pinscher and Wendy Wood.

My mother was knocking on the door. "Jess, your father has an appointment tonight, and I'm going to Helen's for game night. You handle dinner yourself."

"Yeah," I answered, my voice hoarse and drowned out by the running water. Might as well. I didn't want my parents to see me like this.

I stayed in the bathroom for what felt like an eternity. The steaming water eventually became colder than ice. I came out, shivering like a chick. My phone was buzzing wildly on my desk. It was the class' group chat. There were already more than ninety-nine messages tagging me.

I opened the chat, and the first thing I saw was a bolded headline.

'Movie of the year! Police Story in real life! Watch her fly!'

I was hanging in midair like a puppet with strings holding up its limbs in the video. When the camera drew close to my face, it showed nothing but a twisted expression of horror.

The comments all laughed at me.

"Holy shit, I think I can meme her!"

"Honestly, Joseph, I can't believe you went so far just to make Wendy happy!"

"I can't believe Jessica wet her pants! I made sure to get a close-up! Anyone