The Revenge Plan

trp ♬chapter one

"revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged"

- samuel johnson

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one ▶ red delicacies

I stared at the brown haired girl from where I was sitting. Four tables separating the both of us, making it harder for me to talk to her. Of course, the reason wasn't urgent. I needed to take it slow; making sure everything goes to plan perfectly.

If she would deny my lovely request, everything I had listed would go down a never ending hole. However, if she would agree to my precise plan, that would end up in a million different ways you could possibly think of. Everything would turn out spectacular and everyone-but Tori Underwood-would be fine and dandy. Something I would really like-no, love.

The hardest part although, was trying to convince the spy. The inside controller. Otherwise known as Caitlin Flinch.

As much as I disliked the peculiar being, she had priveliges into Victoria's life than no other. Not only does Flinch know where her precious belongings are, but she is also Tori's most beloved cousin. It is a small world after all.

Hence the sarcasm.

"Lachlan, are you going to eat your food. Cause bro, it's just sitting there waiting for someone to eat it," Mitchell had pronounced. He licked his lips whilst staring at my eight-piece sushi. Not only was the poor guy a skinny little dweeb, but also a complete nut for food.

Being one of my best pals, I had to deal with his daily nonsense. Especially the fact that he thought getting revenge on Tori was a horrible plan and a waste of time. At that moment, I had just rolled my eyes and poked my tongue.

We are both very mature teens.

"Back off," I said to the hungry friend. "It's mine." I put a piece in my mouth to prove my useless declaration. The soy-sauce felt nice in my mouth.

He pouted miserably.

I laughed, the sushi in my mouth now exposable. Even I admit it, I was disgusti-

A crowd of gasps paired with a few snickers echoed through the big room. At first I had thought it was myself but then I realised everyone's attention was focused in the middle of the room. My laughter died down hysterically and my eyes averted to where everybody was staring.

"TORI, YOU FUCKING BITCH."

The familiar sound of a St Crimson girl having a spasm. It was a usual event that occurred at the school. Consisted of mainly break-ups, food fights or disgusting stenches from our human bodies. Since it was Friday, the teachers didn't really care about what happens; sometimes I wish they would regret that decision. Especially because the worst scenarios happens every, single, Friday.

You could call this an even worse situation than any others. Not to mention the embarrassment hidden behind it all. The pure agony of being made fun of for the rest of the school year.

It was tomfoolery.

As much as I didnt want to admit it; the sight was absolutely halrious. Spaghetti all over a girl, possibly the age of eighteen, who made the wrong choice of talking to Tori. Red delicasies that included soggy meatballs and chunky paste was all over her forehead; so much you couldn't even see her facial features.

I stared hard at the tiny figure, trying to contain my laughter so I wouldn't be the first. The girl next to her, in this case Tori, was simply just wiping her empty tray with satisfication.

No glint of anger; no hint empathy. Just a pure evil smirk.

How could I fall for someone as horrible as that whore?

The girl that was covered in red sauce started to run to the exit. Not another word coming from her mouth.

Once the conpletely unfamiliar girl was cometely out of sight and had vanished through the doors, I bursted out into laughter along with the rest of the room. You could already hear rumours and suggestions on who and how the girl got spaghetti-ed. It was hilarious just listening to their voice.

Strands of brown hair laid resting on my head as my head ping-ponged back and forth like a maniac.

Who the hell was that girl? She's a freaking lunatic.

I looked over to Mitchell and I see he was doing the same actions as myself. And undieing smirk layed upon both our lips as we both kept on laughing. My cheeks started to hurt as well as my bubbly stomach. The feeling was extremely rare for me to inherit.

Seriously though, her expression and features were just...

"Ah fuck," Mitchell choked still conjured in laughter. "I can't believe you we're thinking of recruiting the damn girl. You dumb arse."

Wait what? Recruit to what exactly? The hell is he talking about? What was I doing before again? Oh yeah, staring at the. . .

Then the realization hit me like a truck and the humourous tension inside of me turned into a rock hard one. Abnoxious but self explanatory.

Spy girl was also spaghetti girl.

My eyebrows scrunched as I thought about how rude I was by laughing at the Flinch.

Lachlan, the fuck? She just got spaghetti-ed and your laughing!?

I shook my head. It was on freaking accident.

Just thinking about her appearance makes me want to laugh even more-or at least give off a small chuckle-but I decided against it.

I stood up and convinced myself I was going to help this . No matter how difficult or what the consequences would be.

"Be right back," I reassured Mitchell. "I'm, uh, just going to the toilet."

All he gave me was a raise of an eyebrow and a dumb look. He had said something afterwards, although I was already jogging away from him, determined on my mission to find the girl.

I opened the double doors which lead onto a long corridor; a long list of lockers with only one I need to identify. The red, white and blue tiles filled the floor as well as the cream colored walls impacted the color scheme.

Pictures of random objects we're hanged against the right wall and the humoungous windows gave me enough light to see the way.

As I walked, I thought about other things. Things that might need some considering.

The original plan I had thought of was supposed to go smooth and easy, though, I know it would be-in fact-the complete opposite. Everything had a flaw, even this. Bumps, hills, maybe even mountains could be in the middle of our perfect road trip.

One of the hills being the red spaghetti-ed, paste covered, crying girl.

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note: hello guys! two things i want to tell you all today. one; people have been informing me about grammatical issues. don't worry, there will be an editor coming soon. and two; to make sure you know that the chapter has been edited, there will be a tick at the start of the book.

for example:
one ▶ red delicacies ✔

yep so that's basically all. oh yeah, and thank you so much for reading, can't wait till I post the next chapter! xx

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