Me:
Did u c what that bitch Megan posted???!!!!
Jana Kramer:
OMG! How could she do that?
Alyssa:
Ugh. how petty
Me:
she srsly think she can fuck w/ me???
Alyssa:
what are you gonna do?
Me:
I wanted to be civil but that hoe is giving me no choice
Jana Kramer:
Can’t wait lmaooo. Keep us posted xoxo
That bitch Megan tried to slander me on Facebook by twisting the story of what she did. She told everyone that I only dated Chad because I knew she was into him. She kept posting lies about how I always forced the spotlight off her. She asked everyone to expose me and teach me a lesson.
#hypocrite #liar #Elizabethaslut.
Everyone jumped on the hater train. All the girls who were jealous of me posted their own lies about me on the thread. They said and twisted anything just to make me look back. Anything to bring me down to their level.
But it was easy to ignore them all when they were all lies.
There was only one comment that got under my skin. It was from Jessica Lynn, a graduate who I thought was my friend.
I saw Elizabeth kiss some girl in the locker room at the beginning of last year. Pretty intensely too, hoooow scandalous. What else is she hiding?
It was 2012 and we lived in progressive Washington, hardly anyone cared if someone was gay. But this was me who Jessica was accusing. It mattered because it was me. It was the largest crack on the perfect image that I crafted. And because it was Jessica who was sharing this, it was the most believable. After all, she was the Queen before I was.
But I didn’t have to keep the perfect image everyone saw me as. I didn’t want to anymore. I could have easily ignored Jessica’s post like every other, but I couldn’t.
I couldn’t because it was true.
I texted the only person I knew who was evil enough to help me get revenge on Megan.
Me:
Want to cause some diabolical chaos!??
Andrew
Dis bout that megan’s post?
Me:
yes.
Andrew:
I’m game, wat du u have in mind?
Me:
meet me in 30. diner.
Andrew:
Ight.
In the only exit out of town, off the ramp from the interstate, Darkwood’s Diner stays open 24/7. Along with the campgrounds, the diner is a popular place to gather. Andrew made me wait over an hour before he showed up.
Andrew is a loose cannon. He does and says whatever he wants. Andrew doesn’t care about anyone’s feelings. He’ll do anything as long as he finds it funny and entertaining. He was the perfect person to help me. He craves chaos.
“Please tell me you ain''t actually gay,” Andrew laughed, taking his seat in front of me.
“Does it matter?”
“Little bit. Don’t like faggots. Are you?”
“No.”
“Good. What do you have planned?”
Andrew stayed quiet while hearing out all of my ideas. He quickly got bored and cut me off, “Nah, all that’s too mild. Let’s really destroy her. Give me something she doesn’t want anyone to know.”This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.
There’s only one thing that came to mind but, “No, that’s too cruel.”
“Don’t fucking pussy out, Ellie. You want my help or no?”
“You know how Megan is dating Connor now, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Sure, go on.”
“She got high next to me a few months ago, and didn’t notice I was reading what she was texting, like ‘I can’t wait for tonight, ‘I want you so bad,’ you know, all that bullshit. She talked about how serious she was getting with Connor based on the texts they were sending each other, but it wasn’t him who she was talking to that night. It was Mr. Lucke.”
“No shit?!” Andrew laughed, “The teacher?!”
I grinned taking a sip of my coffee. “That’s where the juice comes in. Megan O’Hare and Mr. Lucke have been fucking. Sure it only lasted until Megan became exclusive, but she was still fucking her teacher.”
“Ooh, you bitch that is good! How do we prove that?”
I opened my phone’s gallery and showed Andrew all the photos I had taken while Megan didn’t have her phone with her. I felt so guilty for doing so and debated if I should have deleted them. I was glad I didn’t.
“Send them over to me.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Send them to everyone anonymously.”
“People will still know it came from me.”
“Good point. Too bad Megan’s a dumb bitch with an easy-to-guess password. Nobody will know who it came from if it comes from the cunt directly,” Andrew laughed then took a drink out of my coffee.
“Isn’t that a bit harsh?”
“Coffee’s just fine, thank you.”
“No. I mean this just doesn’t affect Megan. Mr. Lucke will lose his job.”
“Nobody likes him anyways.”
“How do you have access to Megan’s Facebook?”
“People are too liberal with sharing personal information,” Andrew turned on his phone, logging into Megan’s account.
Five minutes later, someone tagged me on Andrew’s post he made on Megan''s behalf. Sure enough, Megan deletes it a minute later, but it’s too late. Too many people have seen it and saved it.
Jana Kramer:
OMG! I shared it, lol. She can’t get rid of it.”
“You’re literally the devil, Andrew,” I smiled at him He looked at me like he was satisfied with what we’d just done. The post had already gone viral within ten minutes. Within 15, Megan went offline.
Megan:
WHAT DID U DO?!????
But I didn’t respond.
“I prefer to be called an upsetter of the norm.”
I laughed. “Is there anything you won’t do?”
“Don’t think so.”
“Does anything make you feel bad? How does destruction come so easy for you?”
Andrew tilted his head, narrowing his eyes a little bit. “Maybe it’s because I don’t feel anymore.”
“C’mon, don’t lie to me like that.”
Andrew’s eyes were dead. “Believe what you want to believe, babes.”
I was sucked in. Andrew. He had that natural confidence. No, it’s not natural but highly sophisticated to imitate it. Deep inside I knew there was something more to Andrew than what I thought he was. The tone of his voice made it seem that he was hurting inside. His reckless and relentless nature was a cry for help. I wanted to know more.
I wouldn’t give him any of my time if I didn’t find him interesting.
“Are you satisfied?” he asked me.
“I don’t know. I don’t feel good about it.”
“I always wondered why you hung out with those bitches. I never liked your friends. They’re all so self-absorbed and important. They think they ain''t like the rest of us.”
“Is that what you thought about me?”
Andrew shook his head. “Nah, not you. You are better.”
I giggled, “Thanks, I guess.”
“I can do more if you want.”
“More? Like what?”
“I can fuck Megan.”
“Shut up, she doesn’t even like you. Besides she’s with Connor.”
“Like that has ever stopped me,” He laughed. “I’ll keep it on the D-low, then blow it up all on her face whenever you want.”
“You can do that?”
“There isn’t a thing Andrew fucking Mera can’t do, Ellie-kins.”
I already went too far. I did not need to do anything else. But the thought of Megan’s life falling apart even more felt too good to pass up. I nodded at Andrew, “Fuck Amanda too, she deserves it too.”
“Look at you, when did you get so evil?”
I wanted nothing more than to hurt those backstabbing bitches. Amanda knew what Megan was doing behind my back. So did her brother, Lucas and so did Connor. Those four deserved everything that was coming towards them.
-
Jana Kramer waited for me on top of the hill in the only public park of Darkwood. It was her favorite spot. She was in the middle of reading her bible. She closed it when I sat next to her.
“Alyssa thinks you went too far.”
“And what do you think?”
“I never really got close to anyone so I don’t care that much. I didn’t want to be their friend anyway.”
“You’re my friend.”
“Because I wanted to.”
“Good. I like you, Jana Kramer.”
She looked down nervously at her hands. She played with her fingers. “That comment that Jessica made. Is it true?”
“Oh, don’t tell me how homosexuality is a sin. I’m not a goody-two-shoes Christian like you.”
Jana Kramer shook her head. “No, not that. I’m just wondering if it’s true. Did you really kiss a girl?”
I sighed. “Yeah, I did.”
I was lucky that Jessica couldn’t remember who the girl was that I kissed. I completely forgot that I did it in the first place. It’s just one of those things I made myself forget while I was molding the woman I wanted to be.
I was lucky that Jana Kramer didn’t ask me who I kissed.
“Do you like girls?” She asked.
“What? No. I don’t know. I just wanted to see what it would feel like. Why are you even asking me? Do you like girls, Jana Kramer?”
“No, no,” she laughed. “Forget I asked. I just wanted to know more about you, Ellie.”
“Weirdo,” I joined her. “We have a whole year to get to know each other more. I think we’ll be pretty good friends.”
That day I was reminded I was this other person before the Elizabeth I showed. I’ve forgotten about it. I hurt a girl by playing with her emotions and never gave her closure. She never brought it up or ever confronted me about it. Only I knew who she was, but she knew too. She could have easily revealed herself and confirmed the rumor. She didn’t.
I expected her to message me to talk about it now that it was out in the open. She didn’t. She was staying silent. I didn’t know why. It was eating me up inside. It didn’t sit right with me. I forgot about her and I wanted to give her a proper apology, I just didn’t know how to approach her.
I was too busy thinking about her to pay attention to Jana Kramer’s body language. I was hearing her, but I wasn’t listening. Jana Kramer was a good girl but I never thought we were going to become as close as we did. It was my selfishness that didn’t let me see who I was towards her. I was only thinking about myself and what I was going through. I never bothered to ask what Jana Kramer was feeling.
I didn’t ask why she wanted to hang out with her on top of the hill that evening.
I didn’t ask why she wanted to be my friend.
I didn’t ask what she wanted.