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“I wouldn’t blame her if she wanted me to burn in a giant ball of fire.”
As we walked back to the locker room, I was completely unprepared for what was about to happen next. When I looked back, I couldn’t help but laugh in a sick, twisted way. Despite everything that happened, I believed Eddy was a good person at heart. Hell, he had tried to stop the raging feud between Heather and me. That counted for something.
CHAPTER 22
HEATHER
After I snapped out of my paralysis, all I felt was hell, fury, and fire. There was no doubt in my mind who the perpetrator was. I refused to believe it was anyone but him, the bastard who tried to ruin Eddy’s good name and reputation. After the projector screen retracted, nearly everyone in the auditorium was stealing looks at me. I was completely embarrassed, and my face had turned red—I was practically steaming in my seat.
“Heather? Heather? Are you okay? God, these people. Whoever did this is a real piece of garbage!” Vivian exclaimed.
“I’m going to kill him.”
“Who?” Vivian asked.
“Jacob. I’m going to sever his head."
“You think it’s him?”
“Who else could it possibly be? After what I did to him at the party and after he got jumped by the twins, he must be pissed. So, he decides to do this,” I theorized.
“This is insane. Did you see Indira? Like, what the hell? How did they get those pictures? Why did they leak them? What does she have to do with this?” Vivian asked.
“I have no idea. I’ll be back.”
Before Vivian had a chance to react, I sprang up and snuck out of the auditorium. Once I was out and in the hallway, I rushed to my locker and pulled out a couple of things I needed. I then practically sprinted to Jacob’s nerd cave and busted inside. I saw Manny watching a video compilation of strange cartoon memes while he ate a bag of potato chips. His incessant, obnoxious chewing did nothing to calm my nerves. It only served to infuriate me even more. I put aside my baseball bat and my bottle of nail polish remover and then ambushed him. I snatched his headphones off him and threw them across the room. I looked him dead in the eye.
“Get out of here,” I demanded.
“What? Huh? Who? What the hell is going on? Why are you here?” Manny asked.
I tightly gripped his mouse and attempted to shut down his computer, but the mouse on the screen refused to cooperate with me. While I did this, Manny fearfully mumbled to himself. I had had enough of the mouse and threw it at the wall, destroying it. I bent down and violently pulled out the plugs, instantly shutting down his computer.
“Hey, excuse you. These computers are expensive, and they’re ours. You can’t do that. You’ll damage them,” Manny cautioned me.
“Good.”
I seized him by the shoulders and lifted him off the chair. He remained frozen while I propelled him out of the room. I pushedan entire desk while it annoyingly screeched and barricaded it in front of the door. Manny tried to re-enter but was unable to. I checked around the computers and found one that had Jacob’s login information—it was easy to find. These three geekazoids had brought their desktops from home to play their stupid video games.
I gripped my metal baseball bat and went over to his computer. I lifted it up and brought it down hard like a giant hammer. I repeated this action maybe a hundred times. I smashed his colored keyboard while the keys went flying in all different directions. I obliterated his mouse until it was reduced to dust and broken plastic. I shattered his precious little computer monitor until every single shard of glass fell onto the table.
I then went for the jugular. I placed his CPU horizontally and beat it senselessly until it fractured and sputtered. I literally thought I heard it screaming until I realized that Manny had managed to crack open the door a smidge and had poked his head through. He was the one who was screaming.
When the job was done, I threw aside my baseball bat. I then lifted the CPU and lobbed it across the room. It made a loud popping noise as the hard drive flew out. I glanced at Manny and winked as he seemed to be overwhelmed with sheer horror. He tried to speak, but all he made was a strange noise that sounded like he was gasping for air.
I didn’t care about any of the potential consequences of what I had done. I didn’t care about what Principal Newman would do, I didn’t care about what my mom was going to say, and I certainly didn’t care about what Jacob had to say about me completely eradicating his little nerd machine.
I stood by the rubble and waited for someone to eventually come in. Manny was gone, and more than likely, he was getting Jacob. A few minutes later, he came along with Jacob and Eddy,of all people. They pushed and pushed on the door until it budged. I smiled at Jacob, completely relishing what I had done.
I stood aside as he slowly walked over to the remains. He put his backpack on a desk and got down on his knees. Both Eddy’s and Manny’s mouths were wide open—they were absolutely speechless.
“My gaming PC…is completely destroyed. You wrecked everything. All my hard work and money, down the drain,” Jacob said sadly.
“Heather, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Eddy said softly.
“You said it wasn’t a good idea to assault Jacob, so I assaulted his expensive little toy instead. He can probably still play it. He just has to tape some pieces together or get some hot glue,” I said with a smug look on my face.
“I don’t understand. I know I’ve done some horrible things to you, but I haven’t done anything since the party. I swear. What made you do this? How did I piss you off this badly?” Jacob asked.
