"Lindsay, what are you talking about?" Sierra looked up after putting her fork down. Lindsay had her laptop open and on her lap.
Lindsay looked up at them, "I was best friends with this girl in high school, and I wanted her and I to start doing this makeup thing together. We did, but she wanted instant fame. I was willing to wait it out, so she decided to leave me as a friend and hang out with other people. Once I started gaining popularity, she tried to be my friend again, but I told her that she didn't deserve it because she didn't nothing to contribute." She brought her legs out of the blankets, "She told me that she did deserve it because it was all her idea and she should get all of the credit. I told her to leave me alone, and that none of it was hers. She got mad at me and told me a lot of rude things. She spread a lot of rumors about me, but no one believed them. She was always the mean girl, and everyone knew it."
Savana laid back down out of pain, "You're telling me that I'm bed ridden with a bad leg after a fucking coma from eating peanuts because this little brat decided to kill me? That's not just 'mean girl,' that's a whole psychopath." She took a bite, and spoke with a mouthful of food, "What's her name, anyway?"
"Chelsea Wulf, why?" Lindsay spoke as she looked at her computer screen.
Savana's fork dropped against the ceramic plate, "Lindsay, I love you, but you're dumb."
"What? How?"
"C. Wulf outed you and Niall on the first date, and it's the C. Wulf that keeps popping up on your phone. She's been putting herself in your line of sight with a neon sign, and she's getting more and more violent overtime you ignore her."
Lindsay's eyes widened in realization, "Oh, my God, you're right. I really am stupid."
"You're not stupid, you're dumb," Savana clarified, "Now how do we find her?"
"I'm may be dumb, but not as much as she is." Lindsay turned her laptop screen towards her, "She's the pastries expert at the restaurant you two went to, and she's got 'Find my iPhone' on. I have her contact."
Savana smiled, "You're evil, and I absolutely love it right now."
"I'm hell bent on revenge." Lindsay smiled back.
"Okay, this isn't right," Sierra said, "I know what she did wasn't right, either, but we have no proof that she did that. If we take it to the police, they'll see it as Savana made a mistake. Even if you prove that there's no peanuts in whatever you guys ordered, they won't believe you because she can say that it was changed and the new menus haven't come out yet."
Savana interrupted, "But it's against the law even here to not tell restaurant patrons what's in the food, especially if it's one of the top eight allergens. So technically, she or the restaurant still broke the law."
"Yeah, I guess, but we can't just barge into the restaurant and accuse her." Sierra didn't want this to become a spectacle.
"She's right, Linds," Savana said, "We can't harass her, then she'd get the upper hand."
Lindsay muttered curse words, trying to think of a way around this, "Well, what if we catch her trying to do something?" She smiled as she thought of the idea.
"Like what?" Sierra crossed her arms.
Lindsay explained, but neither Savana or Sierra was comfortable with it. Lindsay suggested they ask Michael and Ashton, since they had a role in it as well. The girls called them in, and they had a cheerful demeanor. It fell once they heard the idea.
"I don't know, Lindsay." Ashton held Sierra's hand tightly, "Seeing what she did to Savana, I would think that she's amping up her game. She went for a slow kill with Savana, what if she does a certain kill on Sierra?"
"Usually at events like that, there's a small police presence, so I think she'll be okay. Besides, why would she go for the immediate kill, especially if she knows she may get caught? It's more likely they'll catch her if she murders her."
Michael was furious at the discovery, "I'll kill that bitch, I don't care if I get caught." Savana put a hand on his thigh, and it seemed to calm him down a bit. "I'm sorry, but I'd take a bullet for her, and it pisses me off that this girl thinks she can just get away with attempted murder? No, that's not the way the world works."
"Dahmer got away with murder and cannibalism for 13 years before he was finally caught, baby," Savana explained, "We all know you'd take a bullet, but this is a bullet that we can't dodge. This girls out for blood, literally, and she won't stop until Lindsay waves the white flag. We thought Christian was a psycho, well, we're in for a whole other whirlwind."
Sierra was sitting quietly in thought, "I'll do it," She spoke as Lindsay and Savana debated the details, "But one of you has to be there to witness everything."
"She won't outwardly hurt Savana because she's visibly injured, and she won't want to hit the same person twice." Lindsay tried making her feel better. "Sierra, you know she'll be aiming to hurt you, and you alone. So Ashton being there with you will be okay. He'll be safe."
Sierra nodded, but, at the risk of sounding vain, she was more worried about herself. She didn't want to die, but she was willing to put herself through this to catch this maniac. It hurt knowing that she was the only one that could do this, but there was no other way.
"Don't worry, babe," Ashton kissed her forehead, "Savana, Mikey, and I will be there keeping an eye out for you."
She nodded, but she was still scared.
After a while, Michael decided to head to bed. He finally got a taste of a whole nights' sleep and he wanted more. Savana smiled and they kissed just before he left. Ashton told Sierra he thought it was time they slept as well. He kissed her before walking out, and saying goodnight to the other two.
As the three girls laid down to sleep, Lindsay with her heated blanket going, Savana with her rib cage ice pack, and Sierra with her tornado of thoughts. She sighed, "Oh, yeah, I really like Peter or Sawyer for a boy and Shasta or Diane for a girl."
"I think they'd fit your children perfectly," Savana whispered, "Simple, but has a potential to create chaos." It made all three girls giggle, and it made Sierra forget about her dangerous responsibility.
