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♚ J E S S E ♚
"What the hell is this?"
Bryce smirks while Nina takes a drag from her cigarette, blowing smoke from her nose. "This, my dear Jesse, is The Plan," she says dramatically, swinging an arm over my shoulder and gesturing around the room.
"No, actually this is The Plan 2.0," Preston corrects, getting to work on his fancy laptop. My eyes catch a picture of someone that he edits until he swiftly moves onto another tab.
"The first plan," Allen - who I really want to stab right now - starts, pausing to drink cider, "was the razors and the notes in her locker."
Cynthia lets out a sharp laugh for no apparent reason, fiddling with beads and thread as she makes a bracelet of some sort. "We have three Plans. Each one is better than the last. And then we have the Master Plan, which'll be epic," she announces proudly.
I stand in the middle of it all, knowing exactly what they're going to do before they even tell me. "But why? This has nothing to do with the bet—"
"Fuck the bet," Bryce swears, glaring daggers at me. He turns to print sheets of paper, each one of them getting a word scrawled over it with bold red marker. "It's over. You won. You got your money; use it on your mom. We're not doing this because of the bet. We're doing it for our personal enjoyment."
"So your idea of enjoyment is humiliating a person in front of the whole fucking school?"
"Listen, Jesse," Allen spits, standing up and getting in my face. He's a few inches taller than me - the freak he is - but that doesn't stop me from holding my ground. His eyes are blazing bright blue, and I can tell he wants to pick a fight. "Do I hear you backing out of this?"
"I'm not backing out of anything." I clench my jaw, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Are you sure? 'Cause that's what it sounds like to me." Everyone's doing their own part of the plan - The Plan 2.0, as Preston nicely pointed out - but they don't disguise the fact they're listening in. "Listen to me. If you wanna run back to that freak you're more than welcome to."
"I'm not running back to anyone," I tell him through gritted teeth. For fucks sake.
"Then you'll do exactly as you're told. You're part of this now, Jesse, you were ever since we made the bet. You can't back out now; it's too late."
I step away, going to the cooler to grab a beer. I sit beside Cynthia on the couch, moodily taking swigs from the cold drink.
