Sinclair Secrets

Chapter 22: Tasha's Sweet Revenge

Tasha's POV

Tumilapon ang silya nang bigla nalang sipain ni Vaughn matapos makalabas sina Steven at Hozzai.

He thrashed more.

The cafè crew were staring at us with horrified looks but went back to their jobs when they saw me glaring at them.

I looked back at Vaughn. He was hunched over a table, gripping his hair so painfully. He didn't make any sound that was even more scary so I did not dare go near him. His dark aura makes the whole place gloomy and creepier.

I chose to stand back and wait for him to calm down. A minute later, he stood up. His back on me. His hands clenched tightly into fists. 

He turned around and I took a step back. He looked so grim and I was scared. Though, he just walked past me. He walked out the cafeteria and up the stairs. I meekly followed him.

But then I stopped and looked back. I'm sure I heard somebody scream. But it was gone.

I snapped back at Vaughn to see if I was the only one who heard it. He stopped mid-step. His body rigid. His hands clenched again.

Then he continued walking briskly. I thought he would go straight our room but then he never stopped. He just continued walking ahead without so much as a word.

Pissed, I marched towards the room. I was already thirty minutes late but who cares? Everybody turned towards me but I just looked at Mr. Martinez with head held high, "I apologize for being late Mr. Martinez. I just had to finish something important."

I heard my classmates whisper while looking at me.

"She's such an ice-cold bitch!"

"I hate her guts."

But I ignored them. Mr. Martinez adjusted his glasses as he replied, "Very well Sheerman. Take your seat."

"Thank you, sir."

Nobody gets in the way of a Principal's daughter. I stole a glance around the room. They're still not back.

I smirked.

What happened a while ago actually went beyond my expectations. I never really thought it would end up like that. My 'Break his friend's image plan' was so brilliantly executed it deserves to be in Oscars. Nakakatawa sila. All I had to do was get pissed and shed some tears and voïla! Mission accomplished.

Why I'm doing this?

Well, I only have three reasons:

One, because I hate Ariella.

Two, because I hate Ariella.

And three, because I hate Ariella.

She'd been constantly number one on my 'Hate List' since 6th grade. That bitch! Well, I had so much fun today though.

Revenge really is sweet.

I saw Vaughn came in after the class. His face once again devoid of any emotions. As always.

"Masama to dude. May game pa tayo mamaya eh," I heard a guy say from my back. Must be Zack. Vaughn's basketball teammate and Rocco.

"Oo nga eh. San Isidro pa naman haharapin natin mamaya."

I looked at Vaughn again. He had leaned back on his chair. His eyes close and his earphones on.

Shutting the world. Again.