Perfection» h.s

forty eight.

Tori;

Everything had been put into place.

Texts have been sent.

Calls have been made.

Lipstick has been worn.

And hair done to perfection.

Valerie and I were ready. "V, when do I leave?" She asks, and I groan, but realize that she's stupid enough not to remember the plan.

"When I call, which'll probably be in an hour or so," I smoke one of my joints, "This is going to be wicked." My phone starts to ring, indicating a text message.

Pandora: hey! Jenna and Luke are sick with a stomach bug since they ate some bad sushi, so calum is going to be at home with them xx

Even better if Jenna can't see the wreckage I'll cause. I leave the shitty hotel room I've been staying at ever since my ex kicked me out, and stand outside in the freezing cold. I tug on the sides of my thigh dress, but alas, it wouldn't go down. "Waiting for a cab, madam?" A cab pulls up and I nod, stepping in the old car. It smells musty, like 80s cologne. "Where to?"

"Just drop me off at the beginning of Forty Eighth street, that'll be fine, I pay him beforehand, I hate going through all the trouble of digging through my purse to look for a few extra coins or something. He speeds off, and for a moment I play how everything can turn out.

Scenario 1: The plan could go to Perfection.

Scenario 2: They would be sober enough to realize what's happening.

Scenario 3: Valerie doesn't look like Pandy enough, therefore Harry wouldn't go with her.

Scenario 4: I end up having to do everything.

The only scenarios that I woudln't mind doing are numbers one and four, but if I had my way, number one would be the first and only way it would go. I clutch my burgundy purse, realizing everything I would lose if I went though with this. My friends, not to say I really had many though, and my class.

But revenge is just way too good to pass up.

The cab comes to a fast holt,and I quickly get out, fast walking to Ulna's because I'm freezing my ass off. When I get there, there's luckily no line, and I flash my ID to the man, who opens the door for me.

"Tori!" Pandora, obviously tipsy squeezes me. She's too modest with her long dress. "Hi! Everyone else is here." She gestures to the rest, and I give a tight smile when I see Michael. "So, are we ready to dance?"

Harry leans over to me, "She's a bit tipsy, I'm not drinking, well, maybe only a little bit." He whispers, and I fight back a grin. Everything was going as smooth as silk.

"Ready for me to come now? It's been fucking two hours already, damn." Valerie curses on the other side of the phone.

"You can't rush perfection, can you? No, now get your ass over here, Pandora is to drunk to function and Harry is quite tipsy." I hunch over my phone, scooting away from the sweaty bodies everywhere and the loud ass music. "She can barely see a thing, poor girl."

"Great,because I'm here." I raise my eyebrows how did she get here so fast? As if she was reading my mind, she says, "I've been walking up and down this street, waiting for your call, so you know, I look sweaty." No matter how good I was, Valerie was always better. I spot her walking into the club, a dead ringer for Pandy, and Harry would never be able to tell the difference at this state. "Hey sis."

"Hey Pandy!" Harry immediately comes up to her, "I thought I just saw you at the bar."

She giggles just like Pandora, "You're drunk, dipshit." My sister should be an actress instead of a model. They go off, and I start to dance.

"Tori! Hi!" Nina waved, clearly sober. "Haven't seen you in quite some time, thanks for planning this whole thing.:" She laughs, and I smile. If only she knew....

At eleven o'clock, Ashlyn, Louis, Niall, Nina, Michael and Pandora have gone home (I think.) and I'm still waiting for the call from Valerie. My phone buzzes, and I'm quick to pick it up.

"Mission Accomplished, Victoria. I did it, even better, I recorded it," I giggle, I love her. "I really missed shagging Harry.

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for those of you who don't know what shagging is:

shag 5 (shg)

v. shagged, shag·ging, shags Chiefly British Vulgar Slang

v.tr.

To engage in sexual intercourse with.

v.intr.

To engage in sexual intercourse.

(from thefreedictionary.com)

so yeah i have been planning this shit.

Thoughts?

Ash xx