Page 8 of My Rules for Revenge
What I’ve realized in my life is that women are despicable creatures, especially the stuck-up girls at Brightwood High. They were downright barbaric, and the prettier they were, the crazier they revealed themselves to be.
I loathed the way they looked at me like I had warts on my face, or when they rushed past me in the hallway like I had an extremely contagious disease. I reasoned they were allergic to my horn-rimmed glasses and nicely pressed polo shirts.
I was a senior, and if you haven’t guessed it already, I was a virgin, and that classified me as a complete nerd.
I wasn’t friends with the jocks or buddies with the student body president. Carlos and Manny were my only two friends, and we were like brothers. We played video games most of the time, and I trusted and confided in no one else. Our loyalty was to each other, and we accepted no outsiders. Other than that, wehelped around the school with computer-related stuff since we were PC support.
We all first met in the basement-sized computer room at school that we nicknamed the Man Cave. This was our safe space—our secret dungeon of online gaming, where we hung out for half the day.
We enjoyed certain privileges that were provided to us by the school administration due to our “excellence” in helping out many teachers with their computer issues. We mostly showed them how to turn on a printer or how to get rid of pornographic malware—the pop-ups that say, “You have accessed an illegal website.”
When it came to technology, most of these old geezers were brain-dead. They collectively all had three brain cells to share. We never cared or complained. We had the time to game and find the social media profiles of the hottest girls at Brightwood.
I was in the Man Cave while I played Worldly Wizard Quest. I had my expensive gaming PC in there. It cost me a ton of money, but I didn’t care—it ran games like a wet dream.
Carlos kept watch at the door while he straightened out his plaid shirt so that his beer belly wouldn’t stick out. It didn’t work. One thing to understand about Carlos was that he was a very crude guy and said whatever was on his mind. I appreciated that about him.
“Heal me, teammate. You’re absolute trash!” I barked at the computer monitor.
“Screw this, Jacob. I’m going to theHotGirlswebsite. My premium expires in two days, and I need to export all my favorite videos. There are seven thousand videos in that playlist,” Carlos stressed.
“No, bro, watch the door. She can come in at any time.”
“Why don’t you do it?”
“Because I have you to do it for me,” I replied.
“So, does this mean you’ll help me export my playlist?”
“I’ll think about it. Now, go watch that door like a hawk.”
Carlos creepily rubbed his fingers together and proceeded to do what I commanded. When his eyes widened, I knew that he had spotted her.
“Jacob, she’s coming—she’s coming right now.”
“Go hide behind the desk, now!”
I minimized my game’s window and shot up from my chair. I grabbed a sunflower that I had next to me and quickly fixed my exquisitely gelled hair. Carlos stared at me while I did so. I shoved him near the desk, and he finally complied.
She walked in, and I was starstruck. It was Luna Rivas, a high school junior, one grade below me, but that didn’t really matter. I knew I was better than those junior douchebags she hung out with. In fact, I figured that dating me would be the best thing that ever happened to her. Her light brown hair had streaks of gold, while her nails were painted a sunshine yellow. I appreciated it when girls went the extra mile. It certainly showed for her.
I still believed girls were despicable creatures, but some of them hid it better than others. She had a PC support ticket in hand. I was prepared to help her in any way she needed.
“Hi, Jacob. Miss Leslie needs her printer fixed. It won’t print color,” Luna explained.
“Hey, Luna. No problem, we’ll get that fixed. Happy late Valentine’s Day, by the way.”
“Uh, thanks? I guess,” she mumbled.
“Did you do anything special yesterday?”
“No, not really. I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Did you get my text message? I could’ve taken you out. It didn’t have to be anything serious.”
“Yeah, I did get it. Sorry, I didn’t answer, but I was busy.”
“Oh…okay. Well, you just said you didn’t do anything. So, that’s a little weird.”
