A Revenge Turned Sweet
By Amy Sadler © 2025
Author’s Notes: This story is in homage to a story at Crystal’s Story site, entitled: Revenge Is Sweet. By Jennifer. This story however, is not a direct copy of that story, but it is based on it, with my own unique twist. Note: The image source for this story is courtesy of: https://create.microsoft.com/en-us/features/ai-image-generator
Chapter 1
Girls On A Train
Paul Bartley, was your average 18 year old boy, he had short blonde hair and blue eyes. He was 5ft 4in tall of an average build. He lived in a rented flat in Kingsley, a far off town that was 2 miles away from London, where he studied, as there was no colleges or universities where he lived. There was a university in London, called St John’s University.
There was a bus that went to and from Kingsley to London and back. But that took longer due to traffic, but Paul on the whole, did not like going by bus. In fact, he was not really all to fond of buses in general. Instead, he took a train to London, as he was quite fond of trains and he was model trains enthusiast and he had a set up in what was the second bedroom, as he managed to get himself a 2 bed flat, though at a bit of an extra cost, but he could mange it with him also having a part time job as a bar man at his local bar.
He also spent some of his student loans on decorating his flat etc. The money was supposed to be for text books etc. Paul however, was a bit of an annoying know it all and this made his fellow mates at the university, real angry with him and they often bullied him. But when that happened, Paul always told the dean of the university about the bullies who bullied him, getting them into trouble.
None of the students that went to the same university as Paul, liked him very much, at best, they just barely tolerated him. Paul, as you may have guest by now, had no friends at all. Paul did not seem to care, he seemed quite happy and proud of the fact that he had no friends. Not even at the bar that he worked at. He also had an ego, that could burst, if it got any bigger. The type of train that he took regularly to London, had cabins with cushioned seats that were like armchairs, they even had arm rests.
There was a long narrow passage way inside of each carriage of the train to get to each and every individual cabin, which had a small rectangular sliding door, that slid open and closed. The seats were red with white printed leaves all over them. These were the days when most, but not all trains had carriages like the one that Paul got on every day. The university itself was a 15 minute walk away from the main train station in London, Kings Cross. Paul used to like getting a cabin that was empty, as he did not much like ones that were already occupied with one seat left to sit on.
Though he could not always guarantee that he would always get a cabin all to himself. Today, turned out to be one of those days when the cabin of the train was occupied and all of the other cabins were all completely full. But I’m getting ahead of myself. The day started off like any other. Paul got up out of his bed, wearing only his Y-fronts in bed, as he simply hated pyjamas. He took off his Y-fronts, which were blue and he put on a clean pair, which were white.
He then put on his sports socks, which were white with three blue stripes at the top, each stripe being spaced out underneath each other, creating blue and white stripes. Paul then put on a pair of black Doc Martins, then a pair of blue Levi Jeans, followed by a white T-Shirt. The day was quite warm, so Paul did not need to wear a jumper or a jacket. He had brushed his teeth and his hair and then he left the living room of his flat, closing and locking the door behind him.
Paul smiled, as he began to walk down the street, as he headed toward the train stop where he caught the train every morning. The train stop was a five minute walk away from his flat, so it did not take long for Paul to reach it on time, to catch his train. No one else was at the train stop, as he stood to wait for the train to arrive. So far, everything seemed to be looking up for him. Paul smiled to himself, as the train bound for London, finally arrived.
Paul happily opened the side door to enter the carriage of the train. In those days, you had to open the door manually, as sliding doors had not been invented yet. Paul pulled and locked the carriage door behind him, as he started to make his way down the first carriage, passing each cabin. All of the cabins were completely full, so he made his way to the second carriage, nearly all of the cabins were full, only one cabin was half full, not happy with the situation, Paul, grudgingly, entered into the half filled cabin.
Sat on the seats on either side, with just a few seats left, were a small group of girls between the ages of 19 and 18, all sat and giggling. “Oh great, just great.” Said Paul, out loud. The girls suddenly stopped giggling and they turned their heads to face him. “Did you say something?” Asked one of the girls, who seemed to be the leader of the group. Her name was Stacey, she was 19 years old, with long blonde hair, honey brown eyes, wearing a blue floral dress, with a pair of white ankle socks and a pair of black low heel shoes.
“Who me! I did not say a thing.” Said Paul, with a big smile on his face. Stacey, did not look at all too impressed. “Yes you did. We all heard you, didn’t we girls?” Asked Stacey. “Oh yes, we did.” Replied the other girls in unison. “So what? What are you going to do about it. Cry?” Remarked Paul in a nasty tone of voice. “I suggest that you leave Mr.” Said Stacey, warningly. “I have nowhere else to go, every other cabin is completely full up and not only that, I have every right to be here, just as much as you lot have.” Said Paul in defiance.
Stacey let out a heavy sigh, not wanting to have a fight with Paul, or cause a commotion, she replied. “Fine, just sit down and don’t cause any trouble.” Paul scoffed at those words, but he sat down next to a girl who was wearing a pretty pink dress. “Yuck!” Exclaimed Paul in utter disgust. “What’s wrong?” Asked the girl, that Paul had sat next to. “Your dress.” Replied Paul sounding disrespectful. “Why? What’s wrong with it?” Asked the girl. “I hate it. I hate the colour pink.” Replied Paul, quite harshly.
Stacey suddenly got annoyed and shouted at Paul. “If Missy’s dress offends you so much, go and sit next to Daisy, the one wearing the yellow dress.” Paul did not like the colour yellow either, as he considered that to be much of a girly colour than what pink was. However, he replied. “Fine.” He said with a sigh and he sat next to the girl which Stacey had called Daisy, but he did not look at all too happy about it. Paul decided not to say anything else, not wanting to engage with the girls at all in any way, as he did not like girls all that much.
After the train had stopped by a few stops and continued on it’s journey, Paul needed to go take a pee, so he got up, slid open the cabin door and stepped out into the narrow passage way of the carriage. The onboard toilet was inside the first carriage, which was a little bit annoying of having to go all that way, so Paul though, as he made his way to the toilet. He soon got to the toilet, opened the door, closed and locked it. Even after he had finished doing his business, he decided to stay inside the toilet for a while.
“I’m not in a hurry to go back and sit next to that stupid girl in yellow.” Said Paul to himself. He was quite happy just to sit where he was for just a while until there came a knocking on the toilet door. “Who’s there?” Called out Paul sounding quite annoyed, just as he was enjoying some alone time away from those girls. “It’s Stacey.” Said Stacey. “Come on out, I need to go.”
Paul smiled. “Oh, that’s too bad. Can’t you hold it? I’m a bit busy at the moment.” Paul replied, as he gave an evil chuckle.
“No, I can’t hold it. I really need to go and I do not believe for one moment that you are busy.” Replied Stacey, sounding really annoyed, but also desperate, really needing to go take a pee. “Believe all you want. I am not moving from this toilet.” Stacey screamed, as she ran off as quick as she could go to get the conductor, who was at the far end of the carriage. “Hey Mr. I need your help please to get some stupid idiot out of the toilet, as I really need to go and he’s refusing to step out of the toilet.” Said Stacey.
Will Stacey be able to get to the toilet on time?
To BE Continued