Don't fall For Him

revenge part 1

"Please tell me you are joking," I ask fearing the answer.

"No it's true. "Liam assures.

Why do I feel like I'm drowning? Why does it feel like my heart has been stabbed with a giant cheap pink stake?

It's times like this where you have to bring out your poker face.

"Then that makes you just as shallow as she is," I say slowly and confidently.

I can't believe Ivy would betray me. Sure, I don't like her and sure, she is an evil plastic menace, but come on, she knew I liked him. She knew that I have strong feelings for him. I thought maybe she actually wanted to start a friendship with me.

I was wrong.

Boy was I wrong.

All she wanted to do was trick the weirdo. The freak that sits alone. The easy target.

Hun, I don't go down that easily.

There are only two things I want right now, which is Panda and sweet cold revenge.

Watch your back Ivy, someone is going to get hurt. Badly.

I spend the next moments in art class drawing a dead couple...that happens to look like Ivy and Liam...and happen to be wearing the same clothes as them...

Haha.

"Wow Hazel! That's some great detail! Let me show this to the class!" Mr. Denzel snatches the drawing and holds it up in front of the class and all eyes move towards Liam and Ivy. Liam turns red from the embarrassment and Ivy just looks plain angry.

I smile in satisfaction at their negative emotions. I've always hated everyone, but none so bad.

I have never felt like this before. It's like hatred,but a different kind of hatred.

A stronger kind.

Jealousy.

And I want revenge.

-----------later-------

I walk home as usual, but only this time it's worse.

I've been betrayed by someone who I thought wanted to know me. I should have known that it was too good to be true.

Who can walk home in 30 inch high heels? Not me. I still have about two blocks to walk! The fact that I look like a Disney star doesn't make me feel any better. I don't like taking my car to school. I prefer walking. I like seeing the busy streets and the people in it.

Except today. Today I have 30 inch heels and a frown.

I come to a corner and stand there for a short break. I want to take off my heels so bad, but if I had to bend the slightest bit further, my butt would be on display to the bypassing people.

And there are children in the street. Ain't nobody got time for that.

Just as I'm about to continue my journey home, a car stops in front of me.

"Hey sugar, how much do ya want for a date?" The face of a man about forty years old smirks.

Oh no.

He thinks I'm a hooker!

"Get away from me you pervert! I'm not a hooker! That's illegal!" I say appalled,"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU OLD EGOTISTICAL CRIMINAL WHO CLEARLY HAS NOTHING TO BE EGOTISTICAL ABOUT! I DON'T EVEN SEE THE POINT OF YOU ATTEMPTING TO DO THIS! NOT EVEN AN ACTUAL HOOKER WOULD WANT TO DO ANYTHING WITH YOU EVEN IF YOU OFFERED HER A MILLION DOLLARS!"

I run in the direction of my home.

Ok. Maybe I saw this one coming, but I had to do the right thing. Right?

I can't believe anyone would think that of me!

Just another reason to hate people.

When I reach my home I immediately dash to my room and clutch Panda to my chest. Tears can't stop rolling down my eyes.

Panda is the only one who understands my pain.

I'm hurt. I'm hurt because of Ivy. I'm hurt because of Liam.

I'm hurt because I hate myself.

This realisation makes me feel even more defeat than before. I hate that the popular people always win. The pretty people.

The fake people.

Just as I'm about to scream into my pillow, I hear the doorbell. Why do people have to exist?

Ugh people.

I shrug into my pillow that is now tear stained and answer the door, probably looking like an angry zombie barbie.

But I don't care.

Well I didn't care until I saw who was at the door.

"Girls? What are you doing here? "

"We wanted to say sorry," Samantha apologises as her eyes widen in shock. She is probably wondering why I look like a girly zombie.

My hair literally looks the same as Hagreds' from Harry Potter, while my clothes are short and wrinkled. My mascara is has made marks on my cheeks from the tears.

"I'm not forgiving that two faced barbie that ain't nothing but fake," I say monotone.

"No! We're not apologising on her behalf. We wanted to apologise for going along with Ivy ' s plan. This was all part of her plan and we are ashamed to be part of it," Amy looks down.

"Yeah! Plus, you turned out to be one cool chick," Nicole adds in, " That's why we broke up with Ivy and came here."

"You broke up with Ivy? " I say shocked. Ivy is their leader or something and honestly I didn't think they had the guts. Honestly, I thought that they were like the side cronies in books and movies.
"Yeah. We know we were wrong and that's why we broke up with Ivy," Amy frowns.

"Come inside girls," I mischievously grin, " you want to be my friend right?"

They all nod.

"Then prove it. "

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"Hazel, why are we wearing black couture dresses?"

"If we wanna do this, we have to do it in style right?"

I invited the girls in my room and made them change into my fancy black dresses that I keep for emergencies like this.

"No but seriously, are you sure you want to do this?"

I make a straight face,"I've never been more sure of anything."

I reach for my drawer and pull out a key and throw it to Samantha.

"What's this for?"she asks confused and I smirk.

"It's the keys to my garage."

She still gives me a confused look.

"Fetch my axe."