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“No, but I won’t let you join if you don’t help me,” Heather teased.
“Really?” I asked.
“No, but would you? Please?”
I smiled. Heather was a funny person. Initially, I was glad I walked in.
“I don’t mind. I’ll help you,” I offered.
“Good. You have no choice anyway,” Heather snickered.
We both grabbed a scrub brush and got to work. Our friendship had started off so well that it was a shame it went down in flames.
CHAPTER 5
HEATHER - PRESENT DAY
As I walked through the hallway on the way to my locker, I noticed a fellow student staring at me. Judging by his ridiculously bulging eyes, he looked like he had just seen Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster, so I gave him a death stare, and he quickly scurried off.
Soon after, I started to look at the students in the hallway as I heard several phone alerts going off all at once. Some students checked their phones, some gasped, some looked downright horrified, and others closely inspected what had been sent to them. Seconds later, I received a flurry of texts from Vivian, and as I opened them, my jaw dropped. I remained frozen for a few minutes while I processed the gravity of what had just occurred.
All eyes in that hallway were on me, making me feel completely exposed, like I was stuck in quicksand and someone had ripped all of my clothes off.
When I was finally able to break out of my frozen spell, I walked towards the principal’s office in a furious rage, and as I did, I spotted a student who wore a fruity polo shirt and had horn-rimmed glasses. He gave me a malicious look and demonically grinned from ear to ear.
I had spotted my target, so I shot towards him like a guided missile as he ran away like a coward. I dodged students going in all different directions as I sprinted towards him. I pushed Jared, who was riding on his skateboard, out of the way, and I split right through a passionate freshman couple who were forcing their tongues down each other’s throats.
I was gaining on him until I lost my footing on a banana peel that someone had dropped onto the floor, and I fell face-first, eating the floor. I stood up and banged my phone against a locker in frustration. What he had done to me was absolutely unforgivable, and revenge was the only thing that was on my mind.
Don’t worry, my revenge is like a heat-seeking nuclear missile with your back as its target. It won’t stop until it finds you and destroys you, I thought.
I blasted into Principal Newman’s office twenty seconds after the bell rang. He was a big slob of a man who wore a worn-out suit and had an unshaven goatee. Principal Newman’s otherwise corporate-looking office was filled with photos of him alongside the various trout and fish he caught over the years. There was one fat, giant bass he caught that was especially impressive. I felt it was impressive because he looked like it.
He was the last man I wanted to go to in this situation, but if anyone had the power to punish Jacob, it was him. I was planning to destroy him myself, but I wanted to see if the system would aid me in my battle plans.
When I busted through his door, he didn’t glance up from his phone. Not a sign that he was about to be my hero, but what can I say? I wanted to be proven wrong.
I whipped out my phone and pulled up the pictures of myself that had been blasted all over social media. I held up one that had me almost exposed. Principal Newman only needed to get an idea of what had happened.
“Newman, look.”
“Hello. What’s going on?” he inquired.
He finally looked up from his phone and promptly dropped it in shock. His eyes practically exploded out of their sockets.
“Put that away—right now. Why are you showing me that, young lady? What is your name?”
“Hi, my name is Heather Chang. A student named Jacob Boruta hacked into my phone to leak my nude pictures everywhere. I want him to die.”
Newman remained silent and twiddled his thumbs like a toddler.
“I completely understand, Heather. That must be very troubling for you. I can only imagine what you’re going through. What would you like for me to do?”
“I want you to hold him down while I proceed to stab his eyes out with a very sharp knife,” I suggested.
“Heather, please. Do not use threatening language like that aloud. I understand you’re very upset, but you can get in big trouble. You cannot assault him in any way, shape, or form, even if he did this. Is that understood?”
I was appalled.
