Blackmail

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Hazel's POV:

"I mean Alisha is like totally hot! How could you hate somebody so perfect and beautiful

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"I mean Alisha is like totally hot! How could you hate somebody so perfect and beautiful." My little brother Tyler exclaimed while we were eating breakfast.

I rolled my eyes. "She's slutty, evil, and manipulative. Don't trust her. You hear me?" I shoved a piece of bacon in my mouth and chewed angrily. "Whatever. Anyways, how are you and the infamous school bad boy?" Tyler asked. My brother does goes to school with me, but we never really see each other there. Probably because I'm in 12th grade and he is in the 10th.

I half grinned. "We're fine. He's taking me out to dinner tonight. "I hope you didn't have sex with him." I narrowed my eyes at him. "That is none of your business, Ty." I sassed. "Anyways, I got to go take care of some business." I put my plate in the sink and headed upstairs to my room.

Time for blackmailing Alisha part one. I smiled maliciously to myself. I Skyped her on my laptop. She answered on the last ring. She was laying on her bed with no makeup and with a bonnet on. She looked unattractive with a fresh face.

"What??" She answered in an annoyed tone. "Um, what did I tell you to address me as?" "...Ms. Hazel" She said quietly. "Huh, what was that I didn't hear—-" "Yes, Ms. Hazel." Alisha grumbled.

I smirked. "So the first thing that I want you to do is delete the tweets with you and your bum ass friends talking shit about me. And replace them with tweets that glorify and praise me."

"Whatever. I'll do it." "And I'm going to tell you what to type." "Okay fine that's good enough."

"So, I want you to tweet, "Please disregard my last tweets about this girl, but Hazel Lemy is the sweetest, most beautiful girl I know. Shes even more gorgeous than me by a long shot——"

"Okaaay... that's a bit of a stretch." Alisha snapped. "Shut up and type what I told you." I shot back. "And what if I don't?" "Then I might just take my phone out and leak this video on Twitter!" I said sliding out my phone.

"Alright, alright chill dummy. I'll just fucking tweet it then." Alisha replied quickly. She typed it then tweeted it and throw her phone down and gave me a smart look. "Done."

"Uh uh, you not done yet." I said. She groaned. "What else do you want me to tweet??!" "I want you to tweet, "I am a bum ass bitch who is completely garbage and I got plastic surgery on everything."

"That is not true!" She protested. "Alisha. We all know it's true. You're a white girl with a massive ass a fixed nose just admit you got work done."

"I'm not admitting anything!" She argued. "Okay, then lemme just pull out this video and press tweet a——" "Look! Okay I'll post it! Dickhead. But me posting it doesn't mean that it's true anyway." I watched her type the tweets.

Then, I looked at her twitter through my phone just to make sure that she actually did send the tweets exactly the way I told her to.

I grinned evilly. "Perfect." "Great. Can I go now?" "Oh and another thing. I going to need you to go grocery shopping for me. I"ll send you the list later. Then after that, you're going to the hair store and buying me a curly Malaysian human hair wig--- twenty inches please."

"But those are super expensive. I'll have to drop like $500!" Alisha whined. "Don't care. Find a way to pay for it. And I'm not playing with you Alisha, I'm not afraid to expose you and ruin your life." I snapped in a low, malicious tone. "I want my shit by Friday. Got it?"

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Alisha did not hesitate to bring me my requested groceries and new wig. Now I can stunt on her and her airhead squad of dumb bitches. And on top of that I even ordered her to come to the cafeteria during lunch time with a yellow chicken costume on, a speaker, and dance to the chicken song. It was hilarious. Every student was laughing their asses off! Most of them even recorded it on their phones.

Afterwards, I watched her run to the bathroom sobbing. I smiled in satisfaction and pride in the background. Now that Alisha's reputation is officially ruined, now it's time get her friends to turn against her as well. I smirked, malevolently.

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