Revenge | [discontinued]

Chapter 21

Recap from the last chapter:

Stella had her last practice before the mask party day at school. She found a letter asking her to be that letter's sender's partner on a mask day. Also, she accidentally eavesdropped Dave and Jessica's fight.

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Twenty-One

Stella's POV

I stare at the ceiling of my room in silence, playing back the memories of what happened today in my head.

The memories of where I found an anonymous letter to when I eavesdropped Dave and Jessica's fight in the school today keep playing over and over again in my head, as if truly refusing me to push them to the back of my head.

I don't know what's going on with you anymore. I think you'd like it if I do that to your so-called victim of bullying.

Jessica's last sentences keep spinning in my head like a hurricane, making the dizziness within me appears clearer. Is that possible they were fighting about... me?

But, if that's completely true, why would they even fight about me, either?

But I don't really like your way. You could fucking kill her!

Dave's voice echoes in the back of my head. I start collecting the pieces of this unfinished puzzle until it makes, at least, a good sense, but it fails miserably knowing I still have so much to figure out.

And I don't think I'll ever want to figure it out, either. Whether they truly fought about me or not, I'm honestly done with them and I don't want to deal with whatever business they're in, even if it includes me. They've brought too much disaster into my life.

A smile suddenly appears on my lips, knowing that they were fighting ―possibly― about me. Knowing that I've done something indirectly to them.

I try to push that thought of Dave and Jessica as far as I can to the back of my head, not letting it taking control over my mind anymore. I succeed, but as in return, another thought of an anonymous letter in my locker haunting my mind.

Be my partner tomorrow? Dress in your best clothes.

That's just it. The content of its anonymous paper that was left on my locker this afternoon. Without name or any other kind of clue that might lead me to know who the sender actually is.

Seriously, it's not like I'm an oracle who only has to close my eyes and immediately know everything in a blink of an eye. I don't have that kind of power, even if I wish in the deepest part of my heart I can.

But hey, I don't really believe in such foreseeing thing either, actually. Despite the fact that it'll be cool if I can see my own future, it's just something that seems nonsense to me. How can someone see one's future and states that fast? Even scientists take a long time to prove something is a pure fact.

Okay, I must be that loner by now because I can't stop this rambling thing in my head. I must've been that lonely this whole time, because I realize that rambling in my head has slowly become the best company ever to me.

Poor Stella.

I sigh, letting out all the frustration within me. Tomorrow is finally The Day, yet I'm here alone in my room, not even feeling the slightest bit happy.

This won't be happening, will it?

Ignoring the trains of head-aching thoughts in my head, I choose to get up from my bed and walk towards the closet just in case I can find some piece of beautiful dress to wear on tomorrow.