This Means War (Selene)(COMPLETED) 2 ✔️

Chapter Twenty-Six To Get Revenge

Sorry Not Sorry- Demi Lovato

     I lay in my dark room on my very comfortable bed not wanting to get up. It's Tuesday. Not even close for this week to be over and I have to go to school and then deal with Wesley, who I really didn't want to deal with at the moment. So I really have only two options that I can do. Stay here in my dark room and let Wesley win- sounds like a grand idea- (the staying in my room part), or I can go to school and let Wesley think his words don't hurt me.

     That sounds like a meh idea. The only problem with the staying in my room idea is that, Wesley would be winning. I wasn't about to let Wesley just up and win without a fight, now was I? I shake my head. No, no, no, I was not. I groan aloud. But that means I have to get up and face him. I don't want to face him I want him to go to hell. Hell. Even hell would be too nice of a place for him. Well... not if I am in charge. A smile spreads across my face and I open my eyes.

     If I am going to get up and face Wesley today or the next few days. I had to plan. I had to plan hardcore for the next couple of days. For the next couple of months. If I am going to go to school and face him, I am going to make his life a living hell. He's been doing it to me hasn't he? Why shouldn't Wesley get a taste of his own medicine? Okay if I was going to plan hell, I needed a person that's closer to the devil than Wesley. I needed Jaxon.

     Maybe Flynn could help me too. Maybe even Callie. I don't really know about her yet because if I was to let my darkness take control in order to get my revenge, well- I mean Wesley is her brother after all. She wouldn't want anything too bad to happen to him. I couldn't lie to her though, we're just becoming friends, or is it just the deal we made? I don't know maybe we aren't friends, maybe I'm just assuming things. Just how I assumed Wesley was a better person. How I assumed he wasn't a dick anymore.

     I can't believe I almost believed the lies that came from his mouth. I need to toughen up. Shut down. I need to turn off all my emotions if I'm going to do this. If I'm going to team up with Jaxon, I need to let the heartless bitch inside me out. The only scary thing is, I might not be able to put her back... "Ugh." I groan before sitting up. I just want to stay in bed. That's all I want to do. Lay back down, close my eyes, and go back to sleep. Well- my eyes look back at my pillows.

     No, I have to get this done today. I have to talk to Jaxon and see if he'll help me because if he doesn't, this is all going to be crap. I get out of my bed and turn my lights on before going to my window to open my curtains but I hesitate. Wesley could be up too, just waiting for me to open them up so he can try to tell me more lies. Oh, what the hell. I open my curtains letting more light fill the room before quickly turning around and going to my dresser. I needed something to wear unless, unless I wanted to go in my Pjs.

     Well, that wouldn't be such a bad idea. I actually like that idea. Can I do that idea? No. I need to dress like the heartless person I am, and pajamas is not the way to do that. Ugh, why is life so rude? I shake my head and run a hand through my hair. I look in my mirror with narrow eyes. Did I sleep in my wig? Well, maybe that's a good thing because Wesley could be looking over here and he'd see Selene and not Sel. I'll need to brush my wig, I hate doing that.

     I open my dresser and I pull out fishnet pants. What if this was all I wore for pants? Well underwear too of course, but that's it? I chuckle to myself before throwing them back in the dresser and ruffling through until I find my leather pants. I could at least dress for the occasion. I shrug. Now for a shirt. What should I wear? I close my jean drawer and open up my shirt one, looking through it. I pull out a shirt and start to throw it behind me but I stop myself.

     Do I really want to wear this shirt though? I sigh and pull out a different shirt but just stare at it. This one just doesn't seem like today. I tilt my head and pull out another shirt about to throw it behind me but I stop myself again and groan. Why am I choosing today to be a girl? I shake my head and put all the shirts back before just staring at my dresser. Okay, here I go... Ten shirts later, I finally find a black crop top with laced long sleeves with the chest bare other than something to cover my breasts and looked very inappropriate.