T h e M a n e a t e r

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maneater- (n) [man-ee-ter] slang.: the female equivalent to the more male associated words like player; An irresistible woman who chews and spits out men after using them for some sort of gain-- be it sexual, financial, or psychological; an attractive woman who purposely leads men into difficult, dangerous, or disastrous situations

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It was a business transaction. The price depended on the difficulty of the task at hand and prince charming himself. After a phone call of approval, the down payment would be left under the eleventh tin in the red room in classroom 107 or sent to the designated P.O. Box. Simple as that. No screaming. No crying. No binges on Chunky Monkey.

The “proof” of your boyfriend's night walking and enjoyment of compromising positions was seen by Laysen Academy's student body and faculty in two to three business days. Of course, being sly was apart of the job description as was a keen eye for frauds so any slip up on sending the rest of that check and your own cowardly ways wouldn't go unnoticed.

With the rapid fire of the grapevine, this method gave a whole new meaning to the term “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” and even turned some regular Joes into Stepfords.

The actions all became infamous and the outcome became trademark. It was foolproof. It was satisfying. It was puzzling.

No face to the schemes. No red lipstick outline on the corner of the photographs sent to administrators. No sultry bystander hovering at the post office.

This anonymous femme fatale became a legend in her own right. A theory. A fable. A myth.

Suspects were abound and never even remotely close. Questioned, praised, loathed, and trashed. In a way, they expected to find fishnets hidden beneath the mandatory plaid skirts but, to no avail.

They still came. Tainted lockers, towed cars, and faulty pregnancy scares. And those were mild.

When curiosity finally bored the cat, it sat back and decided to enjoy the show. Finally, after months of this new era, the whispers near the girl's stalls uttered a name that became synonymous with that of Big Foot and the Loch Ness Monster in the linoleum hallways.

The Maneater.

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Hiya!

First and foremost I want to thank you for reading! I want to thank my lovely reviewers, but a quick revision was needed. So stay tuned and tell me what you think (should I continue?).

Chunky Monkey is a trademark of Ben & Jerry's, of course I do not own this (I much prefer Half Baked, though I don't own that either).

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