Vengeance is Mine // Tyler Scheid x Reader

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Pamela looked like she was going to pass out at any given moment. She stared straight down at the stained floor and bit her bottom lip so hard that Y/N feared it would begin bleeding. She had never seen Pamela this seasick.

"Pamela, are you alright?"

Pamela scratched her nails on the side of the plastic seat. "I'm fine."

"You're almost green."

The ferry lolled to the left as a large wave hit them from the side, and Pamela threw her hands up to her mouth and clamped them there. For a moment, Y/N was sure her best friend would hurl right there in the passenger cabin. As the ferry slowly straightened upright, Pamela relaxed.

She lowered her hands, "I'm fine," she repeated.

"Sure you are."

"You don't think it will be much longer, do you?"

Y/N leaned against the plastic seat and propped her feet on the row of chairs facing her. "I think we're almost there."

"You promise?"

Y/N heaved a sigh. "I can't promise when the ferry will arrive, Pam. But according to its schedule, we should be about there."

"Whatever you say," Pamela said with a snide tone.

Y/N recognized the bitterness in Pamela's tone. It usually showed her constant mood change, which wasn't rare these days, especially when she didn't take her anxiety medication.

Instead of asking about her meds, which Y/N knew would lead to an argument, she tried to get Pamela to think about something else.

"Remember when I went on the cruise ship with you and your parents?" It had been the summer before their freshmen year; the first vacation Y/N had been invited on with Pamela's family.

A small smile formed in the corner of Pamela's mouth, "You were so sick."

"Right? I thought your mom was going to throw me overboard!"

"So did I," Pamela laughed.

It was not one of Y/N's favorite memories, but at least it kept Pamela's mind off her churning stomach. "And you weren't sick whatsoever. So I'm sure you'll be fine until we get to the island.

Pamela shook her head. "But that took place over summer when the water is calm," Pamela said, gesturing out the tiny ferry window. "Unlike this."

"I guess you're right."

Y/N stared out the window, the rain had calmed down, but the wind was still going strong, maybe even intensified, which caused the ferry to rock from side to side.

Pamela leaned on Y/N's shoulder. "Maybe this was a bad idea. We shouldn't have come."

Y/N failed to suppress a laugh, "It's kinda late for that."

"I know, but still..."

"What? This party is all you could discuss since we got invitations on Monday. You were so excited."

Pamela stiffened, "Trisha Paytas invited us to her exclusive house party. That's not something you just turn down, but..." She sighed. "I don't know; we're not exactly friends."

"You used to be," Y/N said without thinking.

"Yeah, but that was before-" Pamela stopped herself, but Y/N knew what she was going to say: before you. "That was a long time ago, like when dinosaurs roamed the planet," Pamela said instead, trying to avoid an awkward situation with humor.

But the unspoken words hung in the air like smoke. Y/N had been the reason for Pamela's fall from grace in the glorious Seattle High School social scene. They both knew it, but it was a tender subject that they never discussed. Pamela turned, so she was staring out the window into the darkening dusk, and Y/N instantly regretted even referring to Pamela's former closeness with Trisha.

To distract herself. Y/N pulled a copy of the Twitter invite out of her messenger bag and read it for the millionth time.

Shhh, Don't tell anyone!!!

WHAT~ Slaying house party

WHEN~ Labor day weekend

WHERE~ Shimmer Rock House on Lynelle Island.

WHY YOU SHOULD GO: If you miss it, you'll regret it for the rest of your miserable life. Haha, just kidding!

A fully stocked house all to ourselves for three awesome days. Like Spring Break in September! We've got ferries set up and everything!!! Just don't spread the word. We can't have just anybody showing up. Can't wait to see you there! :)

xoxo -Trisha

Y/N never felt comfortable at these kinds of parties; she mainly just wanted to disappear into the wallpaper and hope to God no one noticed her. But Pamela had been so pumped. It was like a grapevine from the popular crowd. Y/N couldn't say no. Maybe she could find a nice shady spot under a tree with her journal or laptop and get some writing done.

Wind howled against the cabin window, causing it to rattle. Y/N sighed; she'd probably end up writing indoors then. Like in an under-the-stairs closet like Harry Potter or something? Damn storm.

"By the way," Pamela said, breaking the silence. "I don't want you spending the whole weekend in front of your laptop.

Y/N stared like Pamela had just read her mind. Was she that predictable? "Oh, okay."

"You will have fun, I'll make sure of it, even if it kills me." Pamela narrowed her eyes.

Now it was Y/N's turn to be annoyed. "Pamela, what are you talking about?"

Pamela sighed dramatically, "(Y/N/N), you used to be so much fun. Remember? We would do crazy things. Now you're just like..."

"Like what?" Y/N asked defensively.

"Boring."

"I'm not boring!"

Pamela rolled her eyes.

"Besides," Y/N began, "we could have had fun at home. And not, you know, lied to our parents and left to a house party on an island in the middle of nowhere."

Pamela placed her hands on Y/N's shoulders "(Y/N/N); it's not in the "middle of nowhere." Half of Seattle has summer homes on these Islands. And we are not going to tell our parents." Pamela said matter-of-factly. "Especially not after that body was found in Kellie High. My dad would have never let me go."

Y/N shuddered. She'd seen the report on the news, the charred remains of a body found in the boys' locker room of their rival school. It was a gruesome murder, and the body hadn't been able to be identified yet.

"The last thing I need this weekend," Pamela continued, "is for dad to be dropping in to check up on me every five minutes."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right." Despite the island's isolation, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that Pamela's dad would show up at the party.

Pamela put her arm around Y/N in a comforting way. " Look, we're going to have fun this weekend; we deserve it. Okay?"

Y/N forced a smile. Pamela was right. There had been such a quarrel between them for the past few months. First, Y/N's acceptance into Mizzou, The University of Missouri, was one of the best schools to go to for journalism in the nation. But Pamela interpreted as Y/N abandoning her, then Pamela's struggles with her anxiety and medication. And of course Homecoming night.

Stop it, Y/N internally screamed at herself. She needed to push that night out of her mind. What was over was over; there was nothing she could do to change it. And she wouldn't be able to see him in a few months anyway.

Soon, the ferry's engines diminished their roar and came to a slowing halt. A few seconds later a deckhand in a yellow raincoat appeared at the cabin door "Lynelle island, we just docked."

Pamela jumped for joy. "At last!" She pulled out her duffle bag and threw on her coat. "Try to remember this is a party. Party equals fun."

Y/N sighed. Party equals fun. Woo hoo. Yay. Party.

Y/N heaved a deep sigh and shouldered her bag and followed Pamela out on the deck.