The Chick Under The Wig

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Chapter 1:

~~Victoria's POV~~

“I want to do it!” My little sister squealed.

I rubbed my forehead in irritation at her outburst. “Meg you can’t do it because you’re too young, okay? Only older people paint the walls.”

“But I’m—“

“Eleven years old. Yeah, I get it. But you’re still not doing it until you’re sixteen.” I laughed and turned my attention back to Rose who was seated across from my sister and I on the bed. “Just ignore her and continue, Ro.”

Rose laughed when Megan crossed her arms over her chest with a pout.

“Anyways, what I was saying is that the web show would go up loads of views if for a year, you dressed like a boy and attended a private school?”

My mouth fell open at her suggestion. “Are you serious?”

“It was the guys who thought of it!” She piped up when she saw my face. “I’m their puppet! You know I have no say.”

“Like hell you have no say.” I grumbled. “Tell them no!”

“Vic, I can’t.” She mumbled. “They already finalized it. Posted it up already. If you back out and don’t do it, everyone that watches us will think that you chickened out or something. Then we’ll lose a bunch of viewers and I know you don’t want that.”

“How can you let them do that?” I demanded, jumping up from the bed. “Let me deal with them.”

“Come on, Vic. Don’t hurt them again.” Rose protested. I ignored her.

I was going to kill them.

I heard Megan giggle from behind me. “I want to watch Vicky kill David and Cam!”

“Okay! Don’t you think that that’s enough beating?” Rose asked, once Cameron finally slumped do the ground.

Triumphantly, I rubbed my hands together as if rubbing away imaginary dust and smirked. “Yeah. I think that’s about it.”

“Vic, we said we were sorry.” David groaned out. “What more do you want?”

I tipped my head to the side, assessing Cameron’s and David’s injuries. I still didn’t feel satisfied. They still hadn’t gotten all that they deserve. “Why did you guys post that on there? Who told you to sell me out like that?”

Cameron was the first to speak up, as he jumped to his feet. “It was David’s idea! He’s the mastermind in all of this!”

“Dude!”

I glared at David. “So, it was you’re fault.”

He sighed, getting up as well. “Well, if I try to say no, you’d just beat me up regardless.”

I smirked devilishly to myself. He knew me too well. “Did one of you at all think how I’d feel about this? Or my dad? Who still is kinda edgy on us even doing the web show to begin with!”

“We got you covered.” Cameron grinned, whipping out an envelope while he was still flat on the ground.

I snatched it from him and ripped it open. “An airplane ticket? To Florida? Guys!”