Bitter Sweet Revenge

Hazel... you're Dead Meat

Alisha's POV:

But little did she know I was recording the entire time with my phone in my pocket. I snickered, maliciously. "Wait'll I tell the girls."

"So it was Hazel? Not you?" Raynah asked in shock. "That conniving piece of shit..." Kiara put in, clenching her fists. "We should've known." Diana said in a low voice. "No, we couldn't have. I know she's smart but, I honestly didn't even think she was that smart and sneaky enough to do anything like this." Raynah pointed out.

"So what are we going to do about her?" Asia asked. "I'll tell you what we should do." Kiara replied, quickly. "We're going to trash her house the same way she did ours." "No fuck that." Alisha said. "We gotta beat her ass. Teach her a lesson not to mess with us."

"Now that's a plan!" Raynah laughed. "But guys, we're going to get arrested." Diana mentioned. "Not if we don't get caught." Alisha replied, confidently and edgy, with her hands on her hips.

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We made sure Hazel was alone, and followed her home in my car. We noticed that she was heading to Trigger's house. So we needed to stop her in her tracks before she got too close to his house. We were not letting him get her out of it this time.

So I rear ended her about a block away from Trigger's house. Not hard enough to damage our cars too much, but just enough to get her attention. We watched as she looked all around in panic.

Then she got out.

This is it.

A vindictive grin slowly crept across my face.

We watched as she stood in front of my car with a perplexed and irate expression. She held her hands up in a "what the hell was that?" type of way.

Hazel's POV:

I watched the people get out of the sky blue Mercedes one by one, then I realized it was not just some random strangers. It was Alisha and her crew. I froze and was very surprised that they were together after what I made them think Alisha did.

But I disregarded that, and made an irritated expression. "Alisha! You just rear ended me, what the fuck?" "I know what I did." She sassed. I saw the girls stare at me with crossed arms and smirks on their faces like they were hiding something.

I looked at all of them, then smiled and crossed my arms. "Oh hey girls, did Alisha not tell you?" "That's not going to work Hazel." She huffed. "What? The fact that it was you who vandalized their houses the other night? The crazy event that the entire school is talking about?"

"Hazel, I already know it was you." Alisha said straight up.

My heart sank, but I still defended myself. "What are you talking about? How could it possibly have been me?" "You snuck into my house and put all of those materials in my closet, knowing that the girls would find it and blame me for what happened."

"And do you have any proof of these insane allegations?" "Yes I do. Hazel, I want you to know that I recorded our entire exchange at the school parking lot yesterday. Where you implied that you were the one who trashed the girl's houses."

My heart raced.

"What recording?" I kept my voice from sounding shaky. She took out her phone and played an audio where I heard myself say I think I just did and Maybe next time you'll think twice about bullying me.

Oh shit.

I was mortified .

Suddenly, my wild and edgy phase was shaken off and I was back to sweet little, shy Hazel Lemy.

Alisha saw my facial expression change and she came closer. "Hazel, I don't like being messed with."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. It was me. But Alisha you know that none of this would have happened if you guys weren't bullying me and pushing me around since junior year. Elijah was the one coming on to me. I swear... I never meant to hurt you."

They cornered me. They were going to jump me.

My face flushed, and my heart pounded out of my chest. I was scared. Scared as fuck. I needed to get out of there.

"And you're gonna pay!" She grabbed me by the hair and my hands flailed all around, trying to get her off. The girls centered me trying to contribute to the attack, but I kneed her in the gut and took off running.

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"They tried to jump you?!" Jeremiah asked, his eyes wide. I nodded. "Right down the block." I was still shaking from the incident. "Luckily, I got away." I breathed in and out heavily. "Yeah luckily. Are you okay?" He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a protective squeeze. "I'd never want to see you get hurt, even if you do do stupid stuff." "I know." I giggled. "Hey! I learned it from you." I protested, playfully. "Well at least I know how to cover up better." He poked my belly playfully. I giggled. "Whatever. I learned my lesson. And you were right. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you."

"It's ok. Just don't leak that video. In fact... delete it." I nodded in agreement. "You're right. I'll do it right now." I took my phone out and pressed what I thought was the delete button. "There. It's gone." "Hopefully, everything dies down now." "Or it won't and Alisha and her crew will find me again and beat the shit out of me."

"Hey... I won't let anything happen to you babygirl. Not while I'm around. Nobody will touch you. Nobody will harm you. I got you." Jeremiah looked at me with a serious expression. It was so sexy. Hm, when has Amira ever said anything like this to me before?

"I love you." I grabbed him and started making out with him, then pushed him on his living room sofa and pulled off his clothes.

I woke up the next morning in his bed and checked my phone. The sex tape of Alisha and her step dad surfaced on social media, and everybody was talking about it. My jaw dropped and I checked my twitter and realized that the source was my account.

I realized that instead of deleting the video, I accidentally pressed "Post to Twitter". The post had over 1000 likes and 200 retweets. Everybody at our school had to have seen it already.

My heart pounded and my throat went dry.

Oh my God... what have I done?!