Page 45 of My Rules for Revenge
“They look so real, though. Who could’ve done this?” Eddy asked.
“Who do you think?—It’s Jacob. He doesn’t stop,” I said with complete confidence.
“This must be his payback,” Eddy replied.
“It seems he did not like being called a Neo-Nazi,” Vivian added.
“He should've liked it because he is one,” I asserted.
Our conversation was interrupted when we heard a low rumbling on the ground. A towering woman with a long, golden ponytail advanced towards us. She appeared to be wearing size twenty-five athletic shoes. This young woman had to be a descendant of a long lineage of Nordic Vikings. Her great-great-great-great-great-grandfather’s name was probably Gustaf Deathbringer, and he more than likely killed sea serpents on the stormy coast of Scandinavia. This great beast known as Angelica Johansson appeared to be on a mission to decapitate my head.
“Hey, Heather. Who’s the gigantic bitch? I want you to say it to my face,” Angelica demanded.
I curled my fists instinctively as Vivian jumped in front of me. Eddy snuck in front of her with his arms out.
“Angelica, wait. She didn’t post those things. We can explain. It’s all fake. It was done with the photo editing app.”
“Get out of the way, you little dork,” Angelica ordered.
She grabbed Eddy’s arms and shoved him out of the way in a flash as he opened his mouth in shock. Eddy wasn’t the type to raise his hands at a girl. I was.
“Angelica, wait. We don’t have to fight. You’ve got it all wrong. Heather has no reason to post those things about you. Why would she?” Vivian asked.
“I’ve got no problem with you, Angelica. Although we might have one now, after you touched my friend. If you touch Vivian, you’ll have one for sure,” I threatened.
I was so angry, my voice quivered. I didn’t like to see my friends being pushed around or disrespected. Before Angelica could do anything to her, I softly pushed Vivian to the side and went face-to-face with Angelica. Well, not exactly face-to-face, as she was considerably taller, but I looked up at her in defiance and quietly dared her to do something. She mockingly smiled at me.
“You’re such a stupid little bitch. What the hell do you think you’re gonna do? Huh? Go ahead and try something,” Angelica said.
“You’re the one who came over here. You go ahead and try something,” I dared.
“Heather, no. Calm down, we don’t want to fight anyone. You didn’t do anything to her,” Vivian said as she tugged on my arm.
I stood as firm as a statue and waited for Angelica to either walk away or swing. Deep in my heart, I didn’t want a fight to break out, but I was being accused of something I did not do, and she refused to listen. I secretly hoped the bell would ring already so we’d be forced to both walk away. I wouldn’t be the one to show weakness. It had to be mutual. Before it could ring, Eddy recovered from his shock and approached Angelica from behind.
“Hey, that wasn’t cool. I’m sorry if I offended you in any way, but I was trying to explain to you that Heather had nothing to do with those posts. They were edited through the photo app. If you look at her actual social media account, you’ll see they’re not there. There’s no reason for us not to be peaceful about this,” Eddy pointed out.
“Yes, exactly. Thank you, Eddy,” Vivian said as she nodded in agreement.
“The posts aren’t there because she deleted them already. She realized her mistake when she saw who I was. People are not scared of me until they see me in person. I’m sure you guys remember when I used to be bullied for being big. You should know, Eddy. Some of your dick-face teammates called me nasty names. I pushed two of them into a garbage can. One of them was as short as Marcus. That one called me a big-ass bitch,” Angelica said resentfully.
I vaguely remembered this incident, as I wasn’t all too interested in what the athletes were up to in previous years. I was usually focused on my studies and the book club. However, I remembered that she had dunked one of the basketball players into the garbage can in the cafeteria, and it was all anyone would talk about for a week. I didn’t know to what extent the others bullied her, however.
“I know, Angelica. Trust me. Heather isn’t a player on any team, though. She’s never done anything to you,” Eddy clarified.
“You’re a bad liar,” Angelica said.
She latched onto Eddy’s shirt and catapulted him towards the lockers. He was able to bounce himself off of them, just in time to shield me from Angelica’s rapid flurry of punches—it was like she had transformed herself into a wrestler or a boxer. She pummeled Eddy’s back as he loudly groaned. Vivian attempted to break it up but got hit in the stomach by accident. Seeing Vivian and Eddy in pain caused me to erupt. I maneuvered around Eddy and ran around Angelica. Before she could think, I hopped onto her back and began viciously pulling her hair while I punched her head.
Angelica tried grabbing me and slamming me in front of her, but I held on for dear life as the bell finally rang. A roaring group of students flooded in and chanted Super Star, Super Star, SuperStar, Super Star as they surrounded us. When I glanced left, I saw another towering figure pushing her way through the crowd and towards us. Erica Johansson. An exact replica of Angelica, except she had braided hair. They were practically superhuman clones.
I wasn’t able to do much when Erica peeled me off and threw me to the ground as I screamed. I kicked my legs out as they tried to grab me with their massive, tentacle-like arms. When I managed to get back up, I threw myself at both of them and head-butted both of their chests. They staggered back and appeared to grow even taller. I wanted to jump on both of them to continue fighting, but Eddy and Vivian held me back as a few teachers ran in to break up the fight. I was kind of happy they prevented me from going back into the “wrestling ring”—I probably would have perished if I continued to tussle with the two hulking giants.
After the chaos dissipated, the assistant principal, Jane Woods, grabbed Angelica, Erica, and me. She dragged us to the principal’s office while we all angrily protested.
All three of us sat in Principal Newman’s office with scowls on our faces. We all had Band-Aids on our scratches and cuts. I massaged a nasty bruise I got on my left leg. We looked like we had just gotten back from a war-torn battlefield. He occasionally glanced at us while he filled out paperwork, a school incident report of what occurred. Once he was done, he mumbled as he quietly read it.
“We have volleyball practice soon,” Angelica commented.
