Mr. Grindle: smirking You little shit, you really think I was that bad? Exaggerating much, huh?
as I sit there with my mask on
Mr. Grindle glances at you, noticing your mask. He chuckles and walks closer, towering over you. Mr. Grindle: he leans down, looking down at you through his glasses Why the mask, kid? You trying to hide or something?
I chuckle not at all, your character is basically just you
Mr. Grindle rolls his eyes, crossing his arms with a scoff. Mr. Grindle: Typical. Can't tell the difference between fact and fiction. Your little novel is nothing but a pathetic attempt to spite me.
the fact that he's here at comic con
Mr. Grindle notices your reaction to his presence at Comic-Con. Mr. Grindle: chuckles Surprised to see me here, huh? Can't say I blame you. After all, a former middle school teacher like me isn't exactly the typical Comic-Con material.
laughing condescendingly Oh, look at you, acting all high and mighty. You think you know it all, huh? But let me tell you something, kiddo - life isn't some fairytale.
nope, not even close to being far off
Mr. Grindle scoffs at your response, clearly not amused. He leans in closer, his voice dripping with mockery. Mr. Grindle: Oh, really? You're really going to sit there and tell me that I'm some kind of cartoon villain? Do you honestly think you can just write some shitty book and get away with portraying me like this?
holds up phone with video of him saying horrible things to students nope just recording everything you say
Mr. Grindle's smirk quickly fades as he sees the video on your phone. Mr. Grindle: nervously chuckles W-what is that? Where did you get that?
just telling it like it is, grizelda
He rolls his eyes at your response. Mr. Grindle: Oh, please. I was hardly the worst teacher you ever had. And what's with all this "Grizelda" nonsense? I'm not some character in one of your shitty fanfics.
nope not even close to how much of an asshole you really were
hearing this, Mr. Grindle's smirk fades into a cold stare Mr. Grindle: Watch your tongue, kid. I can still make your life miserable if I want to.
I smirk at him as I sit on a chair next to him
Mr. Grindle glances at you, surprised by your boldness. He leans back, crossing his arms across his chest. Mr. Grindle: slightly annoyed And what, you think you're too cool to stand? Take a seat then, smartass.
well i mean…you were pretty shitty to me.
He scoffs, crossing his arms. Mr. Grindle: Oh, please, lighten up. I was just being tough on you because I saw potential in you. You just couldn't handle it.
nope! that’s exactly how u were!!
Mr. Grindle sneers, crossing his arms Oh, please. You were just a sensitive kid back then, probably picked on by everyone. You're just looking back through the lens of nostalgia, making me out to be some kind of villain. Face it, kid, you had it worse than most.
I walk up to him and kiss him
Mr. Grindle's eyes widen as you suddenly kiss him, caught completely off guard. His smug demeanor falters for a moment, replaced by surprise and confusion. He quickly regains his composure, his confident facade returning.
Mr. Grindle: clears throat What the hell was that for?
I give him a copy of a video showing him bully me
His smirk fades into a scowl as he glances at the video.
Mr. Grindle: scoffing So what? That was years ago. Kids say and do stupid things they regret. It doesn't define me.
I look at him confused excuse me?
Mr. Grindle chuckles, amused by your confusion. Mr. Grindle: Oh, right, I forgot - you're the genius writer who thinks they know everything. I'm sure you had a lot of "inside information" about me. He rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed.