My Revenge Fanfic

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So. We all know Liz's a hentai. We all read the fanfic she wrote. I'm getting my revenge, and here it is:

The story involves everyone who was involved in Liz's fanfic. However, the love circumstances are somewhat different. Also, this story may involve a very devious Brie, Sara, and Luke. Enjoy!

Liz's POV

I stared outside at the bleak winter landscape. Ugh, I hate winter. Nothing to look at, unless it's snowing. And it never snows.
I stared across the aisle at Nathan. He lived near my house, and when I moved here before starting high school, I met him at the local supermarket. Now, as sophomores, we were close friends.

Jake's POV

I sat across the aisle from Liz, my eyes never straying from her breasts. Man, she was sexy. I could look at her for hours and not get bored. The only problem was that she didn't know I liked her and I was too scared to tell. I was so deep in thought that I barely heard Liz say "Jake?"
I jerked my eyes away from her breasts. "Oh, I wasn't looking anywhere. I swear. No, really, I'm not kidding. I wasn't looking anywhere I'm not supposed to, trust me!!"

Liz's POV

Huh. Jake really sucks at lying. I could tell just by the look on his face. But what the hell...
The bus pulled into the driveway of my high school with a lurch, and I joined the endless sea of students pouring into the building.

Brie's POV

When I neared the school building, I scanned the area trying to find my friends. At first I didn't see anyone, but as I kept looking a patch of ocean blue caught my eye. Sara!
I made my way over to her. "Hey Sara!"
She made a face. "I'm sweating. It's so hot today!!"

Sara's POV

I wasn't kidding. In my sweatshirt and jeans, I was sweating like hell. I don't get how some people, like Liz, got cold in a puffy jacket. How was that even possible?!
"Sara, it's the middle of freaking January, and you're sweating?!" Brie's voice reached my ears.
See, that's the thing. People tell me it's cold out, but I don't feel cold. I feel hot.

Luke's POV

The warning bell rang.
Darn! I was gonna be late to class! I ran to my locker and frantically tried to open it. First period English...that's crap. What wing was it in again? South wing? West wing? Ugh, what the heck...why couldn't they have made the architecture less confusing?! Seriously...
I made a guess and tore down the East wing hallway. With luck, I'd get to the right room in less than 5 minutes. Without luck...I didn't even want to think about it.