Tsundere Gilda

>"Just shut up and take it!"
>Gilda shoved the box in your hand and started walking away
"W-wait but..."
>Gilda flips you off one last time before crossing the street
>You're stunned by what just happened, regardless you decide to take a peek inside
>It was a white cardboard box she had tied it up with rough twine
>You pull back the cover slowly at first fearing some kind of gag
>But instead you're pleasantly surprised to find a plain chocolate cake
>You dip a finger in the frosting and lick it
>breddy good mang
>You shift the box in your hands to take a bite off the top to try it out
>...
>It was hard as stone

The next day

*Riiinnnggg Riiinnnggg*
"Hnnngg...-lo?"
>"What are you still doing in bed dweeb!?"
"Hada, bada, wha?"
>"Get your ass moving I'm not walking to school in the rain!"
...
>"Dweeb?"
>It suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks
>You still owe Gilda for pulling that asshole off you in the hallway
>"I can still hear you breathing. If you want to keep doing that then GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!!!"
>Click
"Wa-wait! Gilda? Gilda! Hello!? Damn it!"
>You hop out of bed and run downstairs
>Two seconds later you run back to your room to get dressed

---

>Soon after you pull up to her driveway to find her waiting in the open garage
>She stares daggers at you as she gets in the car
>What did you do wrong now?
>"Well?"
"Uuhh, well?"
>Gilda became infuriated
>"Well...did you like the cake or not!?"
>Oh that
"It was, okay, i guess."
>"You guess? You guess what?"
"I guess, it could've used more baking powder?"
>"What?"
"Eh, sorry Gilda. I couldn't eat it, it was hard as a rock."
>Gilda leaned back in her chair
>"Fuck! I'm going to fail Home Ec!"
>You silently agreed
>"What are you waiting for Dweeb take me to school!"
"Oh, uh, right."
>You shift to reverse and drive away
>This was how you were supposed to repay her
>As she stood over you two weeks ago she made her demands very clear
>1. You were going to be her ride. Everywhere.
>2. You were going to help her with her homework. All of it.
>3. You had to be her test subject for Home Ec.
>These 3 simple demands kept you from getting beaten up or harassed any more than usual
>Gilda was a tough bitch and everyone at your school knew it
>Even the jocks were afraid of her
>She was school boxing champ after all
>You sneak a peek at her through the corner of your eye and instantly look back at the road
>You swore she was staring right at you
>You squeeze the steering wheel a little tighter as you make a turn
>"Jeez why did you have to be so lame?"
"Huh?"
>"Im asking how someone could turn out as lame as you."
"W-well. I, uh, i'm not the biggest guy around."
>"Oh, please don't give me that crap. I know a little guy in my boxing club who could take on guys twice his size. So what's your excuse?"
...
"Um, i guess, i don't know...maybe i'm just not that type of guy."
>"No shit, so why are you this kind of guy?"
>You shrug
"I don't know. I've always been pretty quiet. Even as a kid, i just sorta did what adults told me to do."
>Gilda keeps glaring at you, you take it as a sign to continue
"You know, i was actually pretty angry too. Way back when? But, somewhere along the way i guess i just realized that being angry never made me happier. Everyone always used to tease me, and i would explode on them then get in trouble when i made them cry. Like it was my fault."
>Gilda leaned against the door and propped her head on her hand
"I got tired of getting teased and then being punished for standing up for myself. So one day i just stopped. I stopped being angry and started letting them tease me. Maybe it wasn't the right thing to do because now im a total wuss, but..."
>You trailed off as you remembered your sixth grade bully
"But sometimes, it felt like i was helping them."
>"How the hell are you helping those jerks by letting them punk you all the time?"
"You remember those school meetings about bullies, and how they were just friends you haven't made yet?"
>"Don't tell me you believed that crap."
"Not all of it. But they did say something that made sense to me. The part of how some of them have troubled home lives, like maybe their dads are alcoholics, or they get their asses whooped, or maybe their parents are getting divorced? You know that kind of stuff? And that's why kids act like jerks, to try and understand their emotions and shit."
>"Pfft, and you let them bully you cause of that? You really are a wuss."
>Gilda stared out the window
>"So what was wrong with that Michael faggot? Is his mommy fucking the mailman?"
"No, i think he may actually be gay."
>"What?"
>Gilda was flabbergasted
"Oh, yeah. I think he's actually gay. Remember when i was called to the principal's office two weeks ago?'
>Gilda nodded
"They called me in because they found a bunch of gay porn sites on my assigned computer in the lab."
>"Dude, seriously?"
"Yeah. And do you know who was assigned to sit next to me?"
>Gilda shook her head
"Really? I'm telling you this sto- It was Michael, Michael sits next to me. I got up to use the bathroom and i guess that's when he got on it. We sit near the back so i guess nobody caught him."
>"Haha! He looked up gay porn on your computer! That's hilarious! HAhaha!"
>Gilda continued laughing for awhile
"Yeah, you're not the only one who thought it was funny. That's the whole reason the fight started. I guess he really didn't want anybody to find out it was him."
>"So he jumped you. Haha man i was getting a little worried there for a second."
"Why?"
>Gilda tensed up and dodged the question
>"What happened to that faggot anyway?"
"I think he got transferred to a different community, i think performing arts but i don't know. I hardly ever see him anymore so that's good."
>Gilda flicks at your eye and you flinch
>Even though your black eye had started fading it was till a bit sensitive
>"So that's why you're such a dweeb? Because you feel bad for everyone else?"
"Sort of. Everyone just has a different reason."
>Gilda stared out the gray window again
"So...what's your reason?"
>"What!?"
>You felt as if you struck a nerve
>Still...
"Nothing, i'm just saying. W-why do you pick on me?"
>"What the hell are you trying to say?"
>Oh, crap
"No, i just mean. Either people have a reason for what they do or they're just assholes."
>What the fuck brain?
>Gilda looked ready to blow up
>But God must've been smiling at you that day because Gilda just settled back and crossed her arms
>"You're just an easy target you little prick."
>You held your breath
>"Do you have any idea why none of the other girls like you? It's because you're a pussy, you're too afraid to stand up for yourself because you're too busy worrying about what everyone else thinks instead of just thinking about yourself."
>You make another turn
>"You know even the jocks feel bad after they knocked the shit out of you?"
...
>"It's because you just sit there and take everything the throw at you. And with that goofy ass smile on your face, what the hell is that even about?"
>The campus comes into view and your torture is just about over
>"Do you like getting the crap beaten out of you? Are you too stupid to know what pain is? Or are you still trying to be friends with them? Because no matter what you still look like a bitch!"
>You pulled into the parking lot
>"Are you even listening to me ya bastard!?"
"...Yes.”
>"So? What do you have to say for yourself?"
"...I just don't want to be another asshole."
>Gilda stopped her rampaging and watched you pull into a parking spot
>You had finally arrived, after this Gilda wouldn't be bothering you until the end of the school day
>Unless you were fortunate enough to see each other in the hall
>You turned off the car and reached in your backseat for your pack
>Gilda was already halfway out the door before she stopped
>"Hey anon..."
"Hmm?"
"I was thinking, maybe you should take Home Ec next semester."
"But, it's not in my community."
>"Listen Dumbass! I'm going to fail that class so when i come back I want somebody there to put the blame on! Got it!?"
>A few people stared at you two as they walked by
"Uhm, okay?"
>"That's more like it."
"Oh, Gilda?"
>"What?"
"Maybe instead of just taking the blame for everything, I could actually help you cook?"
>Gilda looked shock but recovered quickly
"Just get out of the car already Anon!"
>Gilda slammed the door and walked away
>You follow her orders and exit the car
>A cold wind swept drizzle against your face and you hurried along
>You catch up to Gilda and even manage to open the door for her
>"I could've opened it myself, you dweeb."
>You give one last sigh of contempt and walk in after her
>You couldn't help but notice she had a great ass