Don't You Go Down-[BOOK 2]

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This Sarah bitch has to go.

I can't take this anymore. She has to go. No more chances.

But the thing is, I don't know how to get rid of her. Despite her niceness and beauty and confidence and smile and all that shit, she still should have a taste of what she paid for.

You walk in this house, you walk in my territory. You use the stuff in this house, you use my stuff. Just because Brendon said you could feel at home didn't mean I also gave my blessing.

"Hey, Alec?" I said. I was on a call with him since I needed help disposing of the germ.

"Hey Ivy, what's up?"

"Remember that germ I was talking about yesterday?"

"You mean Sarah?"

"No no Alec, it's pronounced germ."

Alec laughs on the other end of the line and I let out a long sigh. "Can you help me fuck with her?"

"Sorry. No can do. I've got strict parents remember?"

"Well, can you atleast give me ideas?"

I long silence passes by and I start to get bored. "Are you gonna say something?"

"I'm thinking, shh."

Another long silence passes by and I put my hand to my hip. "Are you-"

"Water."

Water?

"Excuse me?"

Alec laughs, "She had fancy clothes right? Just throw water at the witch and she'll shrivel up and burn."

"Wow. You're diabolical."

"Says the girl who attempted to kill Dallon Weekes because he woke you up at 5 a.m."

"Fuck you." I said and laugh.

"Ok, I'll try the water. I'll call you when it's done."

"Kay, bye."

I hung up the phone and smile. This is gonna be fun. Running out my room, I run downstairs and tip toe into the kitchen, trying not be noticed by Brendon, who was watching yet another movie with Sarah.

They're so oblivious.

Stretching to the cabinet, I grab a jug Brendon and I use to make lemonade on Sundays and move to the sink.

Slightly turning the handle, a little water comes out quietly.  It took a long time to fill up, but it soon did.

Grinning, I slowly walk back up the stairs and look over the railing when I get to the top. I was right over Sarah.

"Hey, I'm gonna get something for us to drink. What do you want?" Brendon asked as he got up.

"Water would be fine." She says and smiles.

Don't worry. You're gonna get a while jug of it.

As Brendon leaves, I position to jug right over Sarah's head, her eyes were glued to the T.v. I couldn't blame her. Matilda is a good movie.

Taking a deep breath, I tilt the hug upside down and watch the water travel down.

Everything started to go in slow motion. As I evilly grin down at the scene, the water spills straight down, just as planned.

As the water touches Sarah's head, I could see her face slowly cringe.

The world goes back to normal and I'm still smiling. The water splashes everywhere. She screamed and immediately stood up.

That's my cue.

But before I could run back into my room, Brendon's eyes travel up the stairs and to me, assuming that's where the water came from. I mean, where else?

He stared at me for a hot minute before shaking his head, mouthing a "Couldn't have been."

Running out in the patio and grabbing a towel, he ran back inside and tried his best to dry her.

"Brendon, w-what the heck....?" She says while trembling.

Oops. Forgot the water was cold. Well, sucks for you.

"Come, let's get you dried up. And Ivy, come down here!" He says and I try to contain my laughter.

Slowly, walking down the stairs, Brendon was out where the pool was, helping Sarah dry up.

When I'm finally downstairs, I open the slide door and Brendon's eyes move over to me.

"Hey, give me a minute." He said to Sarah then wrapped the towel around her and walked over to me.

"Where the hell did that water come from?" He says with a little laugh at the end but he was serious.

"Sorry, I was trying to bring up water to do my science project. I guess it slipped." I lied, it felt so bad to lie to Brendon, but c'mon this is funny.

"Why didn't you just get water from the sink in the bathroom upstairs?" Brendon said.

"Exercise."

Brendon rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Have your exercise. Just be careful next time, okay?"

"Yep."

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