Page 7 of My Rules for Revenge
“Wait, what?” Vivian asked.
“Yeah, look. He’s over there. He’s doing a pretty good job, I think.”
Jared’s eyes widened in fear as he quickly shot up.
“No, no, no, no, no. You got it all wrong. I wasn’t taking pictures of you guys. I was…I was just checking my camera.No. That doesn’t sound right…no, wait. Pretend you didn’t hear that.” Jared was panicking, and for good reason.
“Well, you should’ve just said so.”
“Huh?” Jared answered with a surprised look on his face.
“Jared was just checking out his camera, Viv.”
“Please don’t explode,” Vivian whispered.
“No worries, Jared. It’s all good.” I reassured him.
I gave him a toothy smile and a thumbs-up. He returned a scared look and a terrified thumbs-up.
“Are you sure we’re good? I mean, I wasn’t taking pictures of you guys anyway.”
“No, yeah. I believe you,” I said sarcastically.
“For real?”
“Nope.”
I hastily slid a textbook out of my book bag and launched it straight at Jared’s freakishly long nose. This caused him to shriek like a frightened chicken as he tumbled backwards. He groaned and massaged his nose while he squirmed on the floor. Thankfully, the school’s librarian was eighty-six years old and pretty much slept all day while she sat at her desk. I remember I even saw a mosquito fly in and out of her mouth without her moving a single inch. She was practically dead.
“Do that again, and I’ll throw a whole bookcase at you,” I warned.
“Sorry, Jared,” Vivian offered.
“Don’t apologize.”
“I know he’s creepy, but I still feel bad.”
“Don’t feel bad; feelgooooood,” I slurred like a love-drunk hippie.
“Perhaps next time we can try peace and love?”
“Next time we’ll try war and destruction.”
“I hope you guys fall into a ditch and stay there without any water or nutrition!” Jared shouted.
“Shut the hell up, idiot.”
I walked over to him, picked up his phone, and made him unlock it by twisting his arm. I found the pictures he took of us and showed them to Vivian. She shook her head. I deleted the pictures and dropped the phone on Jared’s face.
“Ow.”
Vivian stopped me before I could drop a nine-hundred-page textbook onto his face next. Instead, I saved the meme we made, and we exited the library before any teacher walked in. I gave the disgusting snail a dirty look on the way out as he trembled. I still ended up grabbing a seven-hundred-page history book on the way out and threw it near his ballsack. I saw his dumb face twist with pain, and I almost cried laughing while Vivian lectured me for my violence.
The funny thing was, Jared wasn’t the worst of the boys I went to school with, at least not yet. At that time, there were some serious villains. I ended up having to stand up to the king of the assholes.
CHAPTER 3
JACOB
