Beneath His Mask

Chapter 5- Revenge cures grief

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I sit at the outdoor table on the patio, catching up on everything I missed on social media.

As I do so, I consume orange juice and toast- the ultimate cure to a hangover. I can already feel my terrible vision clearing up to the most precise it can get. Along with this, I have woven my black hair into two dutch braids that hover on my shoulders after taking a long shower.

I'm not surprised when I get yet another text from Sadie and Michael. The two suckers are probably licking each other's faces off right now as I sit here and scowl. It's like a routine- I get the texts, scowl, grieve, then delete it without reading it.

A sudden curiosity sweeps over me as I hear my neighbor's voice booming I the distance... do I really know Zach? If he goes to school down here... is he a jock? How old is he?

I open Safari and type in, "Zach, Bayville." I am greeted with literally a million results due to my lack of information. I click on the first link.

The picture I see does not match the one I know, so I keep looking.

After what seems like forever , I stumble on the very hot guy that lives next door to me, but he's holding a girl in his arms. She has bleach blonde hair that tumbles over her shoulders in curls, her brown eyes dark and accusing. I have the urge to reach through the screen and smack the look off her face!

I feel a twinge of annoyance. Not jealousy. Just saying.

I click my phone off and mentally roll my eyes. I need some sun.

I clamber over the rocks to the dock, opening Pandora on my phone and plopping down in the water with the blue raft beneath me. The sun radiates down on me, sending waves of warmth over me. I could get used to this.

Despite the music playing, I still find myself wondering as if I am in silence. Why did John cheat on me? That little bastard went for my best friend. There is nothing more insulting than that. I could honestly kick him in the balls right now. As for Sadie, I wouldn't resort to violence because I would honestly end up killing her.

I open my eyes and stare into my surroundings- and that's when my eyes land on Zach.

He's slumped on a lounge chair on his own dock, a book in his hand. Deep snores escape from his throat as I observe his nicely sculpted abs.

Now that I think about it... I need to take my anger out on someone.

Reagan+ anger= not good.

I climb up the latter to his dock as quietly as I can, stepping over the remnants of beer bottles from last night's party. He's only five feet away from me now- but still fast asleep.

I look around to consider my options. I could drag his ass into the water... though he's wake up and, let's face it, he's much stronger than me. That would not end well.

I could throw his phone into the water... that's just cruel.

I settle on taking his cup of who knows what substance and pouring it on him. 

I reach for the cup as smoothly as I can, almost having to bend over his body completely. I let out a few shaky breaths.

Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I realize what I am about to do; start a war. 

I take one more deep breath and tilt the red cup, slowly pouring the freezing substance on his face. A few ice cubes tumble on him and later land on the floor.

It takes about 3 seconds for him to open his eyes. Those excruciating seconds allowed me to reflect on what I have just done. I'm toast. 

And when he does open his eyes... I look into them and nearly crumble to the ground out of hysterical laughter. This is going to be good.

I sense the playful competition in his voice as he shakes his hair to ring out the beverage. Once again, I observe his near-nakedness.

"You. Are. Dead!" He says clearly, lunging to grab me.

 OH SHIT.