Bxtchhood Vs Fxckboys

Chapter 3: { Revenge is like a box of Royce Chocolates }

CHAPTER THREE :

"What are we doing here?" Babara whispered in darkness. "We have told you about a hundred times. Just shut up and do your job." I hissed under my breath are I tried to be as stealth as possible, being a ballerina since young definitely helped me during situations like this.

We were all clad in full black outfits but of course still managed to be as stylish as possible. I was wearing a curve hugging black tank top with a leather black jacket and dark blue skinny jeans, so were the other girls. I put on a leather Louis Vuitton cap. We walked deeper into the mansion that belonged to that blue-eyed dickhead. Yeah, that's my nickname for him. We have planned out whatever that we are planning to do. Mackenzie and I walked up the twin stairs while Kendra, Behati and Barbara struggled to carry the metal burn barrel that we bought from eBay yesterday up the stairs.

"Help me I think I'm dying!" Kendra whisper-shouted.

"Shut the fxck up woman!" Mackenzie hissed under her breath as she whispered to me," go find BEDH's room. I'll help them." I gave her an 'okay' sign and continued my way up the stairs.

There are so many rooms, which is his? Omfg.

I walked silently through the aisle and paused infront of every door and took a peek inside to find BEDH's room. It was such a chore, trust me. Finally I stopped at the master bedroom and suddenly it dawned on me that the blue-eyed dickhead is the mansion seller's son. Oh well, so what if he was her son? That doesn't mean I would pass up a chance to take sweet revenge. Revenge is like a box of Royce chocolates, irresistible.
I grabbed hold of the knob and gently twisted it. A scent of cologne filled my nostrils. I looked around to see the blue-eyed boy huddled in his bed, the comforter was a tangled mess around his long sculptured legs.I took a look around his room, but there was seriously nothing much to look around. His room was so neat and tidy, it almost resembled a monk's chamber. There were no pictures on the walls, no posters or photos of friend or family. Not exactly teenage boy's room. To think I was prepared for a a complete pigsty of a room and I ended up finding  something so plain Jane.

  I walked closer towards his walk-in wardrobe and turned the knob. Every clothing piece was carefully assorted in color and type of clothing. Polo Ralph Lauren shirts, Abercrombie & Fitch sweatershirts and t-shirts, Valentino, Chanel and Dolce & Gabbana shirts and t-shirts. All either nicely hung or neatly folded. Not a single thing was out of place. I looked around for some things that might seem precious to him and that was when I found a drawer full of footballs that were signed by very famous football players. I have no idea who they were but let's take it that they are important. I looked around and found some football jerseys signed by famous football players. I grabbed all of them and lunged them on the carpeted floor right in front of BEDH's bed. I starred at him for a little longer, the way his magenta lips pouted in his sleep and the way he pulled a pillow into his warm embrace. His messy place hair falling around his face like a curtain. It was truely endearing. Suddenly I snapped out of my daze and chided myself for thinking that this dickhead is cute. I walked out of the room  in silence to see the four girls still pushing the burn barrel through the aisle. I rushed over to help them and finally the burn barrel is standing at the foot of the bed.

Kendra and Behati walked towards BEDH and lifted the comforter to reveal a pair of hairy legs in a Adidas jogging shorts and naked chest. I passed them the waxing strips. Kendra and Behati started to sniker a bit as they tore the paper and pasted the waxing strip on his legs. BEDH didn't even wake up from his stupor.
This is too easy.

Mackenzie and Barbara threw his precious little things into the burn barrel, while I took out the match sticks.

"3...2...1!" And that was when all hell broke lose, as Kendra and Behati tore the waxing strip off his leg. And a piercing scream was heard. I starred straight at him,  my lips twisting into an evil smile. He starred back at me, at first with confusion then with anger.

"What the fxcking shit do you think you are doing?"

"Tsk tsk, that shouldn't be the way to talk to me if you still want your beloved belonging, should it?" I said in a sickly sweet voice and gestured towards the burn barrel. BEDH's eyeballs nearly flew out of their sockets. He starred at me then back at the burn barrel.
I took out a single match stick and lit the fire while Mackenzie poured the kerosene into the burn barrel.
"Apologize. Or else your things will be gone with the wind, burn into ashes."

"Oh you've the next door girl that looks banging hot. The house I threw the paint balloon at. Oh hell no."

"Yes i am that girl and okay then if you don't want to apologize no point forcing you ." I placed the burning matchstick deeper into the burn barrel and was about to drop it when,

"Fine, imsorrywhoeveryouare..."

"Can't hear you." I sang in that beautiful voice of mine as I placed the matchstick even deeper.

"I'm sorry okay!" He yelled.

I dropped the matchstick in. And a smirk formed on my lips as the things in the burn barrel start to burn. BEDH starred at me in horror, " what the actual fxck. "

"Oops I accidentally dropped the matchstick. My apologies. Lets go girls." I took off my snap back and casually slicked my blond wavy hair back as my long frinch fall down my face. I caught the blue-eyed boy starring at me as if he had forgotten what I just did and his precious things burning into ashes.

I turned around and sashayed out of the room when I swear I could hear him say ," at least tell me your name." I walked down the stairs and out of his mansion, feeling like the revenge didn't really work.
He wasn't even the least bit affected, why is that so though?

Mission passed, revenge failed.