Page 26 of My Rules for Revenge
“Either that or he was created by Satan himself,” Vivian added.
“You wanna send him a cute little message through the app? I sent him one already. It had one hundred and fifty-seven curse words.”
“I think I’m going to pass, as tempting as it sounds.”
“You’re such a hippie.”
“That’s why we complement each other so well. I’m love, and you’re…hate,” Vivian pointed out.
“That makes me sound like a monster,” I remarked.
“Oops, I didn’t mean it like that. You’re not a monster, obviously. I just…I don’t know,” Vivian said, embarrassed.
“I kind of am, Viv. It’s by choice. Sometimes, I have to turn into an ogre.”
I grinned as she lightly chuckled. I continued to search for profiles and came across one with the name “JB,” a male around our age who lived in Brightwood Lake. My heart fluttered with excitement because all of that browsing had finally paid off.
I went through the posts and mostly saw reposts of promotional events for a game called Worldly Wizard Quest, whatever the hell that was, but soon I saw something that caught my eye. I stopped dead in my tracks and lasered in on a status that mentioned the word “skank.” I silently read it and gasped aloud. I rapidly tapped Vivian on the shoulder to get her attention.
“What happened? Did you find something?” Vivian asked.
“Girls are weird AF. How can you like girls who act like ‘skanks’ with their bodies and magnificent milk jugs? The answer is, you don’t. They grow up to be skanky-ass whores. And you don’t want a woman like that for a girlfriend or a wife. Do you?” I read aloud.
Our jaws simultaneously dropped.
“No way!” Vivian exclaimed.
“Wow!” I reacted.
“Of course, he would say something like that,” Vivian said with certainty.
“It doesn’t have his full name, but it has his initials. It has to be him. This fits too well. It’s definitely not Justin Beaver,” I giggled.
“Are there any more like this?” Vivian asked.
“There’s nothing else like this on his page. He must have removed anything that could have sentenced him to a social execution.”
“Are you absolutely sure it’s him?”
“I’m fairly certain. He is our age. He lives here. He plays this stupid wizard bullshit. He has four friends. One of them is namedGirlsRDemons666.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Exactly. I’m pretty sure one of his friends is toxic enough to name themselves that,” I assured Viv.
“My goodness.”
“That was also my reaction, again,” I added.
“Did you try finding anything on the different social media apps?” Vivian asked.
“I already checked. There’s nothing crazy. That particular post was years ago. He knows he would get destroyed online if he posted that type of nonsense now.”
“How are you going to prove it’s him?” Vivian asked.
“I’m going to bully him into admitting he’s a misogynist,” I revealed.
“How do you plan on doing that?”
