Revenge (under construction September 2016)

After party rumor's

The weekend passes in a blissful state but I remember thinking, is it all worth it? Why couldn’t Daniel have been there when I was put through hell? If I had of known him then, I wouldn’t have left. Now I have to try and juggle him and my plan. This is going to be hard, keeping these two things apart.

Monday morning and I’m looking adorable in a blue and white stripped sailor top, navy blue high-waisted skirt and red suspenders. Red heels, a brown tote and my hair in cute waves compliment the outfit. I walk into the girl’s bathroom once at school and go to one of the stalls. ‘Beck Hepworth did it with half the football team’ ‘Cheerleading captain is bulimic’ I scrawl on the stall walls. Suddenly the door opened and I heard the sound of high heels clicking

“Did you see Beck at the party?”

 “Yes and did you see her thong and bra in Cam’s room, she claimed she didn’t know how it got there” the other one breaks in

“She was totally off her face, puking and being more of a slut than usual….”

 Their conversation faded as they walked out and I looked at myself in the mirror. Interesting. So the girls don’t have undivided loyalty to Beck? That’s good for me.

I walk up to the girls and smile

 “Hey, so how was the rest of the party?” I ask to no one in particular

“Ugh, it was horrible, someone spiked my juice that you saved me” she makes a face, “so I was vomiting and somehow my thong and bra ended up in Cam’s room even though I was wearing mine”

The girls look at each other while she rants on and I decide to wait until second period to tell her about the ‘mysterious’ graffiti.

“So where did you disappear to with Mr. band geek?” Emma asks me

“We just walked by the lake and then I went home,” I say

“He’s actually really hot,” a blonde girl says and Jade hits her

“Ew Chelsea, he gave up hanging out with the jocks to hang out those freaks and devo’s” she looks disgusted, “anyway, Callie is obviously using him for something because she knows if she dated even befriended them she couldn’t hang out with us right?” she smiles sweetly

“Right” I say swallowing the huge lump that has formed in my throat. The bell rings and I head to music.

I walk into band and Daniel gives me a heart-melting smile. He takes my hand and the guys smile knowingly but other then that, act completely normal.

“So, we were wondering, do you want to be in the band?” Dan asks I squeal

“Yes!” I jump up and down. The guys laugh at my reaction and we start to talk about the band competition that’s coming up

“I think we should enter, I mean no offence Dan, but with Callie we actually have a really good shot at winning” Daniel acts offended the grins and I notice he has a dimple on his left cheek.

 “I know what you mean” he gives my hand a squeeze and I smile. We spend the rest of the lesson rehearsing each one of us in a state of bliss.

“Oh my gosh beck I am so sorry” I say rushing up to her locker

“What are you talking about?” she asks me confused. I look around then lower my voice “you haven’t seen it yet?” I ask and she looks even more confused

“Seen what?” I grab her wrist and lead her to the bathroom, opening the stall she gasps. My graffiti has been mysteriously added to and I try to hide my grin, someone else has it out for her.

“Who wrote this?” she demands and I shrug by answer. Our phones simultaneously beep and we both check our message. I photo of the graffiti appears on our screens and she looks at me

“Thank you for telling me” she says and I almost believe she means it, “I’m going to kill the bitches that did this” she snaps her phone shut. I follow her out the door and try my best to act sympathetic

“Hey why don’t we have a sleepover with the squad and we can have a spa night?” I suggest

“I used to do that with my best-“ she stops herself and I know what she was going to say.

We used to have sleepovers every weekend and have themes like a spa party, fashion, art etc. They were surprisingly great.

“that sounds great, after school today, I’ll text the squad” she saunters off and i smile to myself, this will be fun.

In dance, Rebecca has taken the time to show me the new cheerleading moves and I almost enjoy it. That is before she screams at a pretty redhead for getting her lemon water when she asked for a lime. I roll my eyes at how demanding she is. Plastering a smile on my face I pay attention to the moves and pick them up. Then we go back to the dance and we all have to watch her being the center of attention with her solo piece.

At lunch I sit with the cheerleaders and notice what is on their trays: lettuce and mineral water, then I look at mine: a cheeseburger, apple juice and fries. At least apple juice is sorta healthy, right? 

Conversation was as riveting as ever with the girls talking about the sleepover, apparently happening tonight instead of the weekend. Dam, I’m gunna have to pull the wool over my parents eyes on this one.

“Right Callie?”

I’m jolted out of thinking of excuses “um, sorry I didn’t catch that”

“I said you’re the one who suggested the sleep over right?”

I nod as the girl’s voice their appreciation. The bell interrupts the conversation and we head off to our separate classes, I have study so I head to the library.

I hear voices so I hide behind a shelf to eavesdrop. Cam and another friend are sitting there talking about someone

“dude, she was like begging me for it” they both laughed and I saunter over

“who was begging for what?” I ask innocently sitting on the table and leaning over slightly knowing that my top is gapping “um…”

“How Beck was begging for his…” his friend says indicating to his crotch. “Oh, you mean this?” I grab Cams crotch and he tenses up, “yes I can see why she would” I say with a smile as I let go and walk away.