A Game of Revenge

... and Then He Crashed into my Life

Hey guys, it's Annali! Thanks for continuing with my book. I know updates have been slow, but its hard to feel inspired lately.

Anyway the song for this chapter is "Wrecking Ball" by Miley Cyrus. It fits the chapter so well, so please feel free to play it while you read this chapter.

Much love,

-A

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Get over it.

This expression is used by people who believe they have a foothold in your life, and their opinion matters over your own feelings. They believe they have the power to interject their point of view on a situation which really only pertains to you. Well, there is an expression I really love to tell these particular people. It goes as follows:

Fuck off.

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I stand in front of my mirror and wonder if what I am wearing for my first day back at King City High is too much. I chose to wear a black tank top with a skin-tight black skirt, and heels. I definitely thought I looked good, but I didn't feel like me. I recalled my first couple of years at KC, and remembered what the girls wore. Most girls tried really hard. They mostly wore skirts- usually tight and short- and children-sized shirts. They obviously made it their objective to show as much as possible. I looked at myself with disgust, wondering why I had subconsciously stooped to their level.

I stripped out of what I was wearing and opted for something a little more me. I pulled on some black high-rise skinny jeans, a tight long-sleeve, off-the-shoulder shirt, and my favorite pair of high-rise black converse. I came back to the mirror, and was slightly surprised. I looked nothing like the old me, but I still felt like myself. My gray eyes were vibrant through the thin coat of mascara I applied, and my hair was left down and I let my natural curls go wild. Needless to say, I looked good, but I still looked like I could kick any of my guy's asses back at the Chicago gym.

I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs quietly. I assumed my father was still asleep, so I was just going slip out and walk to school. After I locked the door behind me, I began to make my way down the steps. I was busy putting my keys in my bag, when it felt as though I walked into a brick wall. I toppled to the ground along with the wall right beside me. I heard it groaning and laughing at the same time, and looked over to see my dad on the floor beside me clutching his side.

I basically threw 150 lbs. on top of my very sick father. I was horrified. "Papí are you okay? Oh my God, I'm so sorry, are you hurt?" I questioned with concern, as I helped him up.

He swatted me away, "I'm fine, I'm fine. Ay Dios, only you Lena would push your poor old father to the ground, as he tried to plan your homecoming surprise..."

"I know, I'm such a klutz, I'm so sorr... wait what? What surprise?" I asked and then I saw the beauty behind him. It was a sleek black 1968 Harley Davidson motorcycle, in mint condition. It was one of the most amazing bikes I had ever laid my eyes on. "No, Pa. You didn't!"

"I did."

"Stop lying!"

"I'm not."

"No!"

"Yes."

"I don't believe you!"

"Believe it, here are the keys. We can talk later. You're going to be late for school." He pushed me towards the bike, and gently placed the keys in my hand. "Go, now."

I took the keys and quickly hugged him. My dad taught me how to ride when I turned 13, and I have loved it ever since. I had been saving for a bike for a while, but right when I had enough money for one I had to move to Chicago. I swung my leg over the bike, and threw on my helmet. I turned the key, and the beast roared to life. Hmmm.. beast. The bike was a beauty, but it ran like a beast. Oh the irony- I would have to decide its name later.

I cruised down the familiar streets with ease. I took my time in enjoying the wind blowing through my hair, and watching the morning sun rise. I was almost to school, when a black blur cut me off and almost hit me. "Son of a bitch!" I screamed. The guy in front of me just flipped me off, and kept on riding in front of me. He had no idea who he was messing with. I have been riding for years, and if there was one thing I knew, it was speed.

I revved my engine and sped up to him with ease. He didn't see me coming, but I quickly surpassed him. I could tell he was competitive, because once I passed him he revved his engine also and chased after me. I looked behind and saw him nearing my rear, so I did something I knew was reckless and am somewhat ashamed of. He came up next to my right, so I waited before I struck. Once he was right next to me I feigned right just enough to scare him. He quickly slowed down, and it was evident he was angered by my reckless move.

I left him in the dust as I saw my destination up ahead. I swerved left and entered the parking lot. I was so full of adrenaline, I completely forgot I was returning to a place I had ended up hating. I found an empty parking spot near the front, and parked my bike there. I looked up and saw almost all the students had stopped to stare at me. It was like they had never seen a motorcycle before. As I was getting ready to shut off my bike, I heard a similar roar nearing me. The same motorcycle from the road pulled into my parking spot. The guy shut off his bike and ripped off his helmet. Before I got a good look at him he took me by surprise, walked over to my bike and what he did next left me enraged.

I was still sitting on my bike when he roughly wrapped his arms around my waist and threw me over his shoulder. He did it so fast, I didn't even register what happened until my whole world was upside down.

I was so angry I was seeing red, "You son of a bitch! Put me down, now!" I screamed.

I was speechless. This bitch just kept on walking. Then I heard a deep, masculine voice say loudly, "Actually I don't think so. What you did back there was reckless. I own the roads, not you. It's time I teach you a lesson."

I would like to see him try. He obviously didn't know it, but I had trained at one of the toughest gyms in Chicago. I had beat the strongest guys in that gym, and this guy would just become another name on the list of people who have lost to me.

"How about I teach you a lesson," I said venomously.

... and then all hell broke loose.