Your Name Is In Red Underlined

I can't help but smile. I have been waiting for this moment for so long.. He may have forgotten, but my memory of our time together all those years ago is as clear as if it had all happened yesterday. Yet he, after everything that happened, does not remember me at all. He doesn't remember a thing...

Little does he realise that dorky girl he used to tease back at school is standing right behind him, a completely different woman. I'm not the shy, scared little girl he used to know. I'm not the girl he can push around, making life a living hell. I'm not a fool. Not anymore. Now I am strong and I am powerful. I have grown from an ugly duckling into a beautiful and graceful swan.

Now, the smile on my lips is inerasable. No one will, no one can steal my vengeance. "I've got a list of names," I say under my breath, even though I don't think he can hear me, or is even listening for that matter, "and yours is in red, underlined."

I hold the all powerful switch in my hand, looking at it a moment, only to realise I don't need it anymore. I have more power than that now. So I toss it aside and stride closer toward my victim, purpose in my step.

He quivers and shakes, looking round wildly as he feels my approach. His eyes widen, a deer in the headlights as he spies my arms moving above him, casting my spell upon him. I am focused, but as his arms are forced to move along with mine, the smile not long on my lips reappears. I push him down and swing my leg over him, tempted to stomp it right down. But, I figure, the feeling of my skirt brushing against his back will instil enough fear in him.

He rises quickly as I come round to face him at last, my smile growing wider as I maintain my gaze upon him. I lean toward the chair he had been seated on and slide down toward the ground, watching happily as he mirrors my every move. Together, we rise again and I look away before he grabs my wrist in his hand.

For a moment, my steely focused dissolves and it is my turn to be fearful. For a moment. Only a moment, as I regain control and pull him toward me, taking his other hand in mine. We step away from each other, his grip remaining before coming in close once more. I feel his hand come to rest on the small of my back and try to hide the pleasure this brings me. My plan is working. He is falling for me...

I lead us forward and we glide across the room. We spin around and glide back. I kick every so often, once wrapping it round his and leaning further into him. He pushes me off and we resume our gliding about. I stop, arching away from him suddenly. He scrambles to catch me. He's falling deeper still...

I let him pull me closer and fall back, letting him pull me close, trying to create the illusion our feelings are the same. Then I push him off and step back. I can't have him too enthralled. Every girl knows that you have to keep them wanting more... Right?

We spin around again and he leans in closer, then closer still. He's swooped in to nuzzle my neck so quickly I barely have time to think let alone react. But then, I realise, he doesn't get to win anymore. That was the entire point of all this. I slide my hand on to his shoulder and push him away with such force he is knocked to the ground. Looking down at him sprawled out, face down at my feet I shake my head and tut. "Look what you made me do." Finally, I look up. I am strong, powerful and unbeatable. No one can stop me now.
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An alternate perspective on 'Look What You Made Me Do' (found below) inspired by the tango of #TeamViva on Dancing with The Stars which you can watch here.