“I know,” she sighs.
I collapse back down at the cafeteria table, trying my best to reign myself in. I know he was the one who had the shits with me, but now we’re on the same playing field. I know I fucked up, but now so has he and I’m not interested in clawing my way back in. That sorry bastard can come to me.
Shit. Was that too much? Yeah, maybe too much. After all, I do really like the guy, maybe even love him. Oh, I don’t know. This whole thing is ridiculous and is making my already foggy mind go to complete mush.
So, instead of making a fuss and complaining about the guy I might or might not be in love with, I people watch with Tully, and by people, I mean person. One person in particular. Monica.
I don’t know what Noah was thinking dating her for so long. She’s horrid. I mean, yeah, I’m woman enough to admit that she’s hot, but apart from that, the cow doesn’t have any other redeeming qualities.
When Noah finally came to his senses and dumped her sorry ass, she did whatever she could to claw her way back in, which I guess is not surprising, but when she saw that there was another girl stealing his attention, she got nasty.
She took every chance she had to put me down, make me seem less than so Noah would lose interest, but what she didn’t bet on was that shit like that makes me stronger. There’s nothing I crave more than putting a bitch in her place.
When trying to bring me down didn’t work, she went for Noah in the most heartbreaking, brutal way. She let him think he was going to be a daddy. He broke off whatever was going on with me to do the respectable thing.
She had him just where she wanted him…until she didn’t.
It was all a lie and the second she knew I had figured it out, she played her last card.
Her and her skank ass friends came into my home and tore me apart. They jumped me. They beat me and made me feel absolutely worthless. They made me break and I have never felt so defeated.
Needless to say, I didn’t stay down long. I never do. I got what was mine and now it’s time for her to pay. I guess, my only challenge now is convincing Noah that he still wants to be mine after my little stunt on Friday night.
My teeth grind as I watch Monica prancing around the cafeteria. Noah did a good number on her a few weeks ago that knocked her down, right to the bottom of the social ladder. When he was done with her, she was a little blue Smurfette and the whole school thought she was our latest teen pregnancy. It didn’t take long for the students of Haven Falls to figure out she had lied about her pregnancy to trap Noah into a relationship, and when they did, she went down in a big way.
And now… she’s trying to claw her way back up the ladder once again.
The problem with bitches like her is that they never stay down.
I guess I have a little something in common with her after all. I know it bugs Noah too. I’ve watched him watching her over the past couple of weeks and the higher she climbs back up the social ladder, the more it pisses him off. Though, to be honest, I love that fire within him because it means when I go for my payback, he won’t try to hold me back, claiming he’s protecting my morals.
“Would you stop making your scowling so freakin obvious?” Tully grunts next to me.
“Can’t help it,” I say, getting a little satisfaction out of the way Candice gives her the cold shoulder. I mean, Candice and Monica are…were best friends, but her massive takedown meant that Candice couldn’t be seen with her. She was the social outcast and Candice made sure she knew it, but now all the rumors have gone to bed as the students of Haven Falls have moved onto the latest school gossip, giving Monica the chance to make her move.
“Why don’t you just go and kick her ass already?” Tully questions, bored of my ongoing stalking over the past few weeks. “You’re better now. There are no injuries holding you back.”
I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know,” I tell her, sinking back into my chair, still watching Monica with a close eye. “Rivers said that I should be a little more…calculating about it.”
“Calculating?” she grunts. “What’s that got to do with anything? You’re giving her an ass whooping. Get in, get out.”
“He thinks I should take it a step further. Look at her,” I say, watching as Monica’s eyes flick around the room, always aware of where I am after Noah’s subtle warning that I’m coming for her. “She expecting an ass whooping. She’ll be prepared and will claw her way back up again afterward, just like she’s doing now. I need to get her where it hurts and make sure she stays down.”