Page 25 of My Rules for Revenge
“Really, Heather?” Vivian asked.
“Do a little dance, Eddy,” I requested.
“What kind of dance?” Eddy asked curiously.
“Okay, we’re leaving.”
Vivian grabbed me by the arm and led me away from Eddy, who remained confused.
“Why aren’t you letting me have my fun?”
“Don’t be mean to him; be mean to Jacob,” Vivian advised.
“Oh, I’ll be downright wicked to that shithead.”
“I’m sorry again,” Eddy said apologetically.
I gave him a thumbs-up.
“You find him cute, right? I’m not the only one,” I pointed out.
“Oh my god, you like him?”
“I never said that,” I said defensively.
“After you told him you wanted to pummel him with a pickle?”
“I definitely never said that.”
“You said a variation of that,” Vivian clarified.
“That is false,” I replied.
“Whatever. We need to work on your romance skills.”
“Actually, I need to work on psychologically tormenting Jacob,” I said with a smile.
“That sounds intense.”
“It will be,”I said.
I felt fortunate to have lived in an age of social media where people can be connected to each other all over the world. We’re able to share news, thoughts, ideas, memes, videos, and more. Unfortunately for me, that included leaked pictures of me flaunting my goods for the entire world to see. This went both ways, however.
I began to dig for dirt on Jacob’s wrongdoings through his social media accounts. I set out to find them and soon discovereda gold mine. I didn’t know how I entirely felt about the emerging movement known as cancel culture, but I used it to my advantage.
When it came to humiliating Jacob, I was willing to do anything. Instead of ruining his face, I set out to ruin his future.
It was late at night. I sat at my desk while I endlessly scrolled through social media on my laptop. Four long hours had passed. Vivian was beside me, doing homework. My eyelids were heavy while I intently studied many profiles.
I tried to find Jacob’s. There was no doubt he would have some posts that were in poor taste or downright disgusting. I needed something that would turn half the school against him and call attention to his cruel nature.
“Have you found anything?” Vivian asked.
“Nope. I’m about to screech like a starved vulture. The best I found was a Jacob in Minnesota who likes to post pro-slavery content. It’s incomprehensible that people like him exist anymore.”
“Wow! That’s, uh… I have no words,” Vivian expressed.
“He’s probably a descendant of Hitler.”
