Page 94 of Ramsay

Back at school, I drift through my classes in a haze, contemplating all the fucking drama that keeps popping up in my life. The first half of the day is agonizingly slow, and I do my best to concentrate, but my heart is not in it.

Lunch rolls around, and I join Dixie at our table, slumping down and guzzling a soda, the only addiction I’m allowed to have. Dixie smiles at me serenely, her dark eyes alight with anticipation. I haven’t forgotten about her need to make Sabrina pay, which is why we’re moving on to the next plan.

Truthfully, I’m so fucking tired that none of this interests me but if it makes my friend happy, so be it. I know she’s hated the bitch since Sabrina forced Penny into her shadow.

The cafeteria fills quickly as everyone grabs their food and hurries through the line so they can sit down and chat.

We’re both quiet as we wait. I move to the edge of my seat, tapping my fingers against my jeans, ignoring the fact that it was Candy I observed and judged doing the same thing not too long ago.

Jensen’s phone pings and he grabs it to check the message. Sabrina’s dings and she reaches for it and soon all the assholes at the table are reading their phones.

With a grim smile, I wait for it, glancing at Dixie. She has a feral expression in her eye that takes me back for a minute and reminds me she might have more at stake than I do.

At once, their heads pop up, and they look around at each other, Sabrina glaring at Jensen, Jensen glaring at Sabrina, and everyone else begins to talk.

It’s a circle jerk of epic proportions because Sabrina received a picture of Jensen and Hailey having sex, courtesy of me, of course. You get a lot of intel when you’re the only sober bitch at a party.

Jensen gets a video of Sabrina sucking off some guy. I may have avoided the dicks at parties but I’m not stupid, I collected evidence along the way.

The remainder of the group gets pictures of themselves committing misdeeds caught on camera. Hailey’s snorting coke, and one of the football players is getting head from a fellow player, and so on.

Immediately Jensen and Sabrina start shouting at each other while the others glance amongst each other uneasily. This is a shot off the bow, a message, stating we know what you’ve been up to, and the best part is they’ll wonder who sent them.

Was it the all-seeing eyes of the Sinners? Or someone else?

The remainder of the day is filled with screaming matches in the halls. Sabrina attacks Hailey, who goes down quickly because she doesn’t have the balls to fight like Sabrina does.

Phase two is about to go down, and these assholes don’t even know it, while I skulk by pretending ignorance, which isn’t hard to do.

Although this was the plan, and I participated willingly, there’s no victory in this, not when there’s so much other shit piling on top of me.

During last period, another series of texts fly through, and because I’m an evil bitch, I make sure Sabrina’s text is filled with letters misplaced throughout, feeding on her fear of her learning disability. This time the text is a promise, one the Sinners espouse on the daily. We’re watching you but if they were smart, they’d question everything because the Sinners don’t fucking care about these idiots.

For plausible deniability I even had a picture of me smoking a joint sent to myself in case anyone gets any ideas.

To them, it’s my worst shame. Too bad they don’t know the half of it.

The texts were sent via a burner phone bought with cash in another town by a friend of a friend of Hate’s. It’s a bad idea to owe him anything, but I had to follow through, because in this there was no other choice.

That burner phone will be destroyed, and if anyone tracks down the random dude who bought it, it’ll lead back to Hate. Try getting info from that fucker.

Dixie and I take off after. She’s high with the knowledge of our misdeeds, and while I’m happy for her, I’m still fucking glum.

This is a warning shot for the Sinners too, and either they won’t care, or they will, but it only increases their credibility. No, I’m going to have to consider something more devious for them because after everything that’s come to light, I have a feeling laying low is no longer an option.

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Ramsay

“What’s she doing now?” Oliver grumbles, setting his phone down on the table.

I resist the urge to rub my brow because I know it’s a tell for my observant as fuck friend. Lately he’s been grimmer than usual which is saying a lot because he’s always been a broody fucker.

Something is going on, but I know all too well he won’t spill it until he’s ready.

“She’s pushing back,” I say, injecting a calm I don’t feel into my tone.

Truthfully, part of me enjoys her complete insurrection because it’s a refreshing change from all the dicks who roll over. However, with each action she takes, she fucks with our credibility, and I simply cannot have that.

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