My Girlfriend is an Anime Trope
Dana could always sense when she was nearby. Watching. It was that tingling sensation on the back of your neck, the one most people associate with ghosts or the supernatural. That was the feeling that Victoria constantly creeping on her and her girlfriend gave her.
While it initially made her self conscious, Dana had just begun foster a healthy love of public displays of affection in Max since this began. If Victoria was going to be making a point to watch them, she may as well get the good stuff.
“Hey babe,” Dana greeted as she sat down at the courtyard bench beside Max. “Whose on the chopping block today?”
Max looked up from her barely-painted miniature and, realizing who it was, pulled the paint brush from out of her teeth and grinned. “Just a dwarven engineer,” she replied, and leaned her head down to Dana’s shoulder.
Dana hummed a little in appreciation, and swiped some hair behind her left ear. She’d been wearing her hair down to hide the hickeys on her neck, but if Victoria wanted to spy, well, she might as well get a good look.
Dana thought she heard a gasp, and snickered.
“Huh?” Max asked.
“Oh, nothing,” Dana replied, and kissed her hair.
Dana and Max were just chatting on the steps of the girl’s dorm when she felt the tingle again. It only took a slight pivot to recognize that Victoria was around the corner of the boy’s dorm, her camera at the ready. She quickly slinked back into hiding as Dana turned, though she just rolled her eyes and looked back at Max.
Seriously, Vic?
Whatever Max was saying was suddenly interrupted as Dana crouched down and hoisted Max over her shoulder, marching up the steps of the dorm.
“Um, Danny? Why are you carrying me?”
“Someone’s being a creeper,” Dana muttered, opening the door one-handed and crouching slightly to make sure Max wouldn’t hit her head.
Max sighed, but didn’t protest any further at being carried. “Is it Warren again? I thought he’d stopped that.”
Dana wasn’t sure what else to say, so she just said, “Sure.”
Max grumbled so much that she barely seemed to recognize that Dana was carrying her up the stairs, back to her room.
Victoria all but jumped out of her skin when she turned around after closing her locker. Dana stood about two paces behind her in the hall, her arms crossed and a surprisingly slit-eyed glare on her face.
Victoria raised a hand to her chest, immediately falling back against the row of lockers. “Jesus, Dana, you scared me!” She said, immediately out of breath - disproportionately scared for just not seeing someone behind you in a school hallway.
“Yeah,” Dana agreed. “It’s really scary when people just . . . watch you behind your back. And take pictures of you and your girlfriend.”
“What are you talk-”
“Stop,” Dana commanded, and Victoria obeyed. Dana had never seen her face-down embarrassed, but here she was, and a smirk crept up on Dana’s face. She had never been willing to play the school politics game to get a one-up on Victoria, but she couldn’t pretend she didn’t enjoy it in this situation.
After a few more seconds, Victoria asked, now sounding severe despite her clear shame, “So, what do you want?”
Dana finally lifted a hand up to point at Victoria. “You. You’re going to admit to Max how you feel, and then you’re going to leave us alone.”
Victoria wasn’t very convincing by the time she managed to start talking: “I think that she’s . . . a fucking . . . weirdo.”
Dana nodded, and dropped her hands to her hips. “Yeah, she’s my fucking weirdo. And you’re, in all truth, just ~ the prettiest, most popular girl in school ~, which is basically Max’s honest-to-god anime fantasy.”
Victoria blushed, and Dana had to hold back her visible cringe from second hand embarrassment. “R-really?” she asked.
Dana turned her head up towards the ceiling and moaned, “Uuuugghhh.”
God. Disrespecting Victoria like this was fun. Too bad Victoria hadn’t had crushes like this over the past two years - she never would have gotten so popular.
“Yes, Vicky. So now you are going to write my girlfriend a love letter, leave it in her locker, and then you need to chill the fuck out, okay?”
Victoria’s eyes darted about for an avenue of escape, but she had given up sports years ago, and Dana had clearly, well, not. She had no chance.
So she just swallowed (her pride as well as her spit, Dana imagined), and replied, “”Kay . . .”
Dana turned to leave, but then stopped and shot Victoria one more glance. “Oh. And if you say anything mean to her to try and cover it up, I will literally put you in a garbage can so you can be returned to your natural habitat.”
Nothing was more fun than Victoria’s look of fear, Dana decided. Except maybe kissing Max, which she decided to go do right now.