It took her a moment to realize what had happened, but when she caught sight of her knees around her elbows and her arms hooked over the edge, she started to scream.
“Get me out of here! Come on, you guys, I need help!”
I started to laugh at the sight. She was waving her arms around like a turtle on its back and her face had gone bright red. Tears sprung into her eyes and she continued her abusive rant against the girls who were supposed to be her friends.
“You stupid fucking cunts! Come on!”
The sidekicks finally reacted, pulling themselves out of their stunned decision making. They wound up on either side of her, each holding an arm to pull her out.
I was laughing so hard by that point that tears were running down my face. My hands shook when I took out my phone and started recording.
“You’d better not show this to anybody, you fucking freak!” she screamed, and her face somehow managed to get even redder. “Delete the video, you spazz!”
“I might after I’ve watched it a few times,” I laughed and held my phone up. “Now, say something to your fans!”
“Fuck you!”
Her friends finally managed to drag her out of the trash can, and in the commotion I side stepped them and headed towards the door.
“What is that?” I heard one of the goblins say, though, so I turned back to find out what they were talking about.
Sofia was out of the trash can, but her pretty white skirt was covered in brown liquid at the back. I snorted and said, “It looks like a shart. Did you shart your panties, Sofia, my dear?”
“It’s chocolate milk, oh my god,” her other friend said and I heard Sofia take a deep breath to wind up for a massive tantrum.
I stepped out through the door before she got it out, and when the door shut, I heard it. A piercing sobbing cry of rage and humiliation.
The sweet, sweet sound of victory.
* * *
The thingwith Sofia was petty, but it felt good. She was a small fish, the least of my worries and the only one I could bat down effortlessly at this point.
But it was practice for me, a way to train my self-confidence and get myself ready for the inevitable time when I had to go head to head with somebody else. Somebody much more powerful and dangerous.
My incident with Reg had been unplanned, and therefore it hadn’t worked. I mean, it worked in the sense that he was afraid of me now, and tip toed around me even though the Organization wanted him to pressure me. But the shooting had failed, and he’d survived. I couldn’t help but think if I had time to plan it, then he would be dead. It had given me a taste for blood, and the trial by fire in captivity had burned that taste into my head. I wanted more of it, bloodier battles and dangerous foes. I thirsted for revenge, now.
In the couple of classes I shared with Sofia, she didn’t even make eye contact. She was wearing her gym shorts, and being that it was in the middle of winter and the week running up to Christmas break, she stood out like crazy.
She preferred to pretend I didn’t exist during those times, and that was a pleasant change to her usual bullshit.
By lunch, she basically disappeared from my sight and stayed that way. It was so glaringly obvious that even the Kings noticed.
“Where’s your hate-filled shadow today?” Archer asked, scanning the cafeteria.
“Sofia?” I asked, and when he nodded, I told them. “She came at me in the girl’s bathroom this morning and I used a little of Amara’s ass kicking magic on her ass.”
“Nice!” Valen said and Archer laughed loudly while Kingston high fived me. Ryker looked around and looked confused.
“Who are we talking about here?” he asked.
“Kingston’s ex,” I said. “Sofia, the bitch.”
I always loved reminding Kingston that he’d dated her, just to see him grimace in disgust. He didn’t disappoint this time with the look that flickered across his face.
“Oh, her,” Ryker said. “I know her. She tried to suck my dick a few times.”
The three Kings looked at each other, laughed and Archer said, “Sounds about right!”