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$Claire's P.O.V
"So wait, you just left them there?! Are you freaking kidding me, Claire? I thought I raised you better than that."
I rolled my eyes, slightly irritated.
"Renée, I know you're mad-"
"Mad? I'm not mad...I'm freaking pissed! How could you not tell me 'bout this earlier?! It happened over a month ago and I'm now... Gosh!" She fanned herself with her left hand.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I've been too busy getting over him and thinking of a plan to get back at them that I -" She cut me off with a statement of her own.
"A plan? Did you say a plan?!"
She squealed excitedly and grabbed my hands wringing them with all of her might.
"Why didn't you say so? But...I can't help you out just yet. I'm sorry."
"Oh. "
She shook her head at my disheartened look.
"When I said not yet, I meant not now. As in, Ann isn't back from work yet." She giggled at my expression. I ran my hand through my hair exasperatedly, untangling the knots. Unconsciously, my fingers fiddled with the hem of my skirt.
God I hope this works.
"Oh Claire, you're such a worrywart. Can I at least see a picture of those backstabbing mofo's..." Her words trailed in the middle of the sentence when her eyes finally landed on the photo. She had the same reaction I did when I first saw them.
"Shit! Are you sure these are the same guys?"
I chuckled nervously as she gushed over the image. "Yep...the exact same ones...."
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"I think we're all clear on the plan, Ann? Are you down?" The blonde just continued stuffing her face with Ben & Jerry's. "Ann?" She gave me a thumbs up.
Good.
"Renée, I think you should start. Their favorite hangout is the bar around the corner at my place. Mystic...er Mystic something. I've forgotten. That's the only way you'll catch the two together. But be quick to note the difference between the two. They have a way of confusing you with just a smirk. Try as much as possible not to be affected."
I turned to a very satisfied Ann who was chuckling at some cartoons on the television. "Ann, you and I will be temporarily back ups until Renée here is in the game." My eyes darted between the two. "You have matching clothes, right?"
Renee gave me a 'what-the-eff-look'.
"Duh, obviously."
This was going even better than I expected.
Revenge is going to be sweet.
"They won't even know what hit them." I muttered while staring out the window. Drops of rain began to patter on the cobblestone floors as salty tears dripped onto my cheeks.
Why did it have to hurt so much?
"And remember. Always, and I mean always, stick to the plan. Go time is in about forty-eight hours. Brace yourselves."
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The Revenge Of Claire Ackwood:Two Can Play At This Game
RomansaClaire dumped her boyfriend's sorry ass when she realized she was being played. After all, how was she supposed to know Justin (her ex boyfriend) had an identical twin brother living abroad who loved to mess around with girls. Who was she kidding, b...
