A nerd taking revenge on his bullies by fucking and claiming their girlfriends in front of them. He fucks a cheerleader under the bleachers. He does two volley ball players in the girls shower. And he does the rich girl at her engagement party in front of everyone.

Chapter 1: Introduction

The hallway reeked of adolescent bravado, the air thick with the scent of cheap cologne and the echo of shallow laughter. Richard stood at the entrance, his backpack slung over one shoulder, his eyes scanning the crowd with the detached curiosity of a scientist observing a particularly repugnant specimen. He had been here before, in this very high school, but that was a lifetime ago. Or at least, it felt that way.

His gaze landed on them, the trio who had once been his personal tormentors. John, Mark, and Michael. They were older now, filled out, but the cruel gleam in their eyes was unmistakable.

John, the ringleader, still had that swagger, his arm wrapped around a cheerleader with a perfect ponytail and a giggle that seemed to never end. Mark, the tall one, was deep in conversation with a girl who looked like she'd stepped out of a fashion magazine, her eyes wide and adoring as she hung onto his every word. And Michael, the one with the quick fists, was canoodling with a petite brunette in the corner, his hands roaming places that would have gotten him sent to the principal's office a few years ago.

Richard smirked, a small, satisfied smile that didn't touch his eyes.

He remembered them all too well, their names, their faces, their favorite methods of humiliation. He also remembered their girlfriends, or at least, the types they tended to go for. The cheerleader, the fashionista, the quiet, pretty one. He wondered if they still looked at him with that mix of fear and derision, or if they even remembered him at all.

He started to walk towards them, his long, thin frame moving with a casual grace that belied the storm brewing inside him. The hallway was a gauntlet of echoing footsteps and whispered gossip, but he was focused, his eyes never leaving the trio.

He stopped a few feet away, leaning against a row of lockers, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't say anything, just looked at them, a small smile playing on his lips.

John was the first to notice him, his gaze flicking over to Richard, then back to his girlfriend, a frown creasing his brow. "Hey, isn't that...?" he started, but Richard cut him off.

"Richard," he supplied, his voice steady, calm. "Richard Thompson. You guys used to know me. A long time ago."

Mark looked up then, his eyes narrowing as he studied Richard. "Yeah, I remember you," he said, a sneer in his voice.

"You were the nerd who used to hide in the library. What do you want, Thompson?"

Richard shrugged, his eyes flicking to the cheerleader, then back to Mark. "Just wanted to say hi. Catch up on old times."

Michael chuckled, his hand still on the brunette's waist. "Well, isn't this cozy. The nerd's back in town."

The brunette looked at Richard, her eyes wide with surprise. "You're Richard? The one who used to get picked on?"

Richard nodded, his gaze never leaving Michael. "That's me."

The cheerleader giggled, her hand on John's chest. "Aww, isn't that cute?

The nerd's all grown up and wants to play with the big boys," John sneered, his grip tightening around the cheerleader's waist. She giggled again, her eyes darting between Richard and John, a hint of unease in her gaze.

Richard didn't flinch. He pushed off from the lockers, taking a step closer to the group. "I wouldn't say I want to play with you, John. I just thought it was time we caught up. After all, we have so much history."

Mark scoffed, his eyes narrowing. "History?

You mean like how you used to cry when we stuffed you in your locker?" John taunted, a cruel grin spreading across his face. His girlfriend giggled again, her eyes darting nervously between Richard and John.

Richard felt the familiar sting of humiliation, but he pushed it down, burying it beneath a layer of calm detachment. "Yes, that was quite the... memorable experience," he said, his voice steady. "But I was thinking more along the lines of... shared interests."

Michael raised an eyebrow, his hand still on the brunette's waist. "Shared interests? Like what, Thompson? Comic books and Dungeons & Dragons?"

Richard shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

"No, nothing quite so... nerdy. I was thinking more along the lines of... shared experiences. Like, say, a mutual appreciation for... certain types of women."

The trio exchanged glances, their expressions ranging from confusion to outright hostility. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Richard's gaze flicked to her, his smile softening. "I'm talking about the fact that you're all dating the same type of girl. The quiet, pretty ones. The ones who are always overlooked, always underestimated."

Mark scoffed, his arms crossing over his chest.

"So what if we like the quiet ones? What's your point, Thompson?"

Richard's smile didn't waver. "My point is, I've noticed a pattern. And I find it... interesting. Especially since I've recently developed a... fondness for that type as well."

John's grip on the cheerleader's waist tightened, his eyes narrowing. "You're not saying what I think you're saying, are you, Thompson?"

Richard shrugged, his gaze flicking to the brunette Michael was still fondling. "I'm just saying, we have more in common than you might think. We all have a... type. And I've recently had the pleasure of getting to know a few of them.