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𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒎?
Reese's Perspective
That Saturday evening, I lay on my bed in my room, and click Brooke's contact, face timing her. I need to know how the day went.
She picks up, looking beautiful, as always, wearing a zebra print tight top and her beautiful blond hair down, falling over her shoulders. She still has the shiny face and long eyelashes from cheer leading earlier in the day. "Oh my God, hey, Reese. I'm so glad you called. I have to tell you how things went with Griezmann!"
I grin. "Good. Because that is precisely why I called. I need to know what happened. So I'm all ears, Brooke."
"Okay, so, first off, we won the game. Griezmann scored both goals, so obviously he was feeling pretty good about himself. He was in an excellent mood. Which was great. Going off the pitch, I think he even waved or winked or something to me. I honestly don't even really remember. I really don't care about Griezmann at all. Either way, better not go into that, because we'd be sitting here all day if I started going on about how I dislike Griezmann."
I giggle at that, saying, "Actually, yeah, same, so much."
"Right. So, after the game, we were all doused in the sweat from our victory, so we went and had a pool party type thing. It was there that I found Griezmann. I told him he was super hot, you know, all that crap. Acted really in love. He was all flirty and what not. He thinks he so good, Reese, to the point that it is kind of humorous."
"I know right," I say, rolling my eyes at the mere thought of Antoine Griezmann.
"So, after a while, he asked me out. Of course, I said yes. It is all going according to the plan. So, Reese, it's going to happen. I'll date him, he'll like me, he'll tell my some crap, I'll record it in his pocket, I'll spread it to the whole school, making him not-so-popular, and I'll break up with him."
I grin wide. "Brilliant. It is going to work, Brooke. Thanks so much for doing this. I'd do it myself, but Antoine would never even think to date me. Probably the thought is just as repulsive to him as it is to me."
She laughs at this. Then she starts talking about how there is this other cute boy on the team. He is a a sweet guy with brown hair, thick eyebrows, and strong arms.
She is saying, "Like, he's just so sweet. After all this stuff with Griezmann, I am totally going to try to go for him."
"Yeah... I sure am sorry, Brooke," I say, feeling kind of guilty. Does she feel like I'm making her do this? Because this whole time it has seemed like she has wanted to do this, just as much as me.
"No, no, it's fine. It'll be fine. The only thing I'm a bit worried about is if I do this with Griezmann, this boy might not want to date me, thinking I'd do that with every boy..."
I nod, thinking for a few seconds, before saying, "Here is what I would do, because you'd get what you want out of both situations, Brooke. So you get with Antoine, right? And this whole plan with Antoine is literally just to ruin his life, yeah? Well, as you're dating him, you cheat on him with this other boy. You tell this other boy how abusive and bad Antoine is, and how hard it is to date him, and how you'd just love to date him, instead. He'll probably start to hate Antoine, and will tell his friends about what you say. His friends will gossip more and more, until Antoine's reputation is just bad. Really bad, you know? Then, whenever you get it, you post the recording. Embarrassing him. Make him seem really bad. Awful. Like he is, honestly. Then break up with him. Let Antoine know you've been dating this other guy, because that'd just make things even more worse for him. Then you're with your man, and everything turns out in the end just the way we want it- you have your boyfriend and Antoine is completely humiliated, left with no friends."
Brooke thinks about this, then looks satisfied with that plan, finally. "Usually I would never cheat, but if it's to make life harder for Antoine Griezmann, totally. It's a plan, Reese. You know, you're really good at coming up with ways to just break apart Griezmann."
I grin at this comment. "Well, you know, Brooke, I really do hate him. I have spent years thinking of all the wonderful, terrible things I could do to him. About six years, in fact."
She nods. "Well, finally he's going to get what he deserves. The revenge, after six years of being awful to you for no good reason."
I am so glad that Brooke is my best friend.
Antoine's Perspective
For once, I feel good. I am in me and Louis's room, and my dad is swearing at his co-worker on his phone in the other room super loudly, and I can hear even through my headphones, which are blasting my favorite hip hop album.
But despite this accompanied loneliness, I feel great.
I am now dating the most beautiful, sweet girl in the school. On Wednesday after school, I'm going to go on a date with her. I think we could go out on Friday, too. I finally feel as though I'm on a good path. That maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to pull it together. I go through phases. Good and bad. I think, hopefully, I'm moving out of out a trashy, anxious, depressed phase and moving into a popular, attractive, charming phase. A phase with good friends and a beautiful girlfriend. A phase with good grades and no procrastination. A phase with respect and no more blood and bruises.
