Page 19 of My Rules for Revenge (Twisted YA Mysteries #1)

“Do you think she likes me?” Eddy asked.

“From what you’ve told me, yes. It’s kind of obvious,” Frankie pointed out.

“Okay.”

“So, the next time you see her, you know what to do,” Frankie asserted.

“Yes. I will say and do those things,” Eddy replied.

“Good, man,” Frankie acknowledged.

“What if she actually doesn’t like me, though?” Eddy asked.

“I’m going to hit you,” Frankie answered in frustration.

“I’m sorry, I’m just nervous. You know how I get,” Eddy reminded.

“Oh, yeah. I know. Remember what happened with India?” Frankie asked.

“Her name is Indira. Please don’t bring her up. I don’t want to talk about her.”

“Relax, bro. I wasn’t trying to mess with you,” Frankie said.

“Sorry, I get a bit annoyed whenever I hear her name. I don’t know what it is.”

“I’m sure she moved away somewhere far. You won’t have to see her ever again,” Frankie remarked.

“I still find it weird how she just disappeared. We were in the middle of the school year. I can’t believe she hated me that much,” Eddy pointed out.

“It’s okay. I’m sure she’s not dead or anything. I think.”

“Frankie?!”

“I won’t talk about her anymore. I promise,” Frankie said jokingly.

That was the first time that year I heard anyone talk about Indira.

I had tried my best to forget about her.

She was buried in the deep depths of my mind, and I needed that bad memory to stay there.

I hadn’t seen her in over a year and had zero contact with her.

I was more than okay with it staying that way.

During their conversation, I didn’t think much about Indira anyway. I was too busy getting excited at the prospect that Eddy liked me. He was a good guy and a welcome distraction from the ongoing feud I had with Jacob. I sprang up and purposely bumped against Eddy and Frankie.

“Hey, guys, funny running into you,” I said with a smirk.

Frankie smiled and subtly nudged Eddy’s elbow.

“Oh, hey, Heather. What’s up?” Eddy asked.

“I was just watching that video I made. The one you saw in the library,” I said.

“That was one of the best pieces of cinema I’ve ever seen. I applaud you,” Frankie said with a smile.

“Thanks. It was fun to make. I hope Jacob gets jumped because of it,” I said with a smile.

“I’m down. You know what? I’m gonna go ask the guys if they’ve seen it. I’m gonna make sure they share it everywhere. I’ll see you guys later,” Frankie said as he jogged away.

Eddy opened his mouth, but not a single word came out. He nervously looked at the floor, then back at me. I smiled to make it easier on him.

“Hey, listen… I wanted to ask you something,” Eddy said nervously.

“Okay.”

Before either of us had a chance to say anything else, Vivian rushed towards us with her phone out.

“Heather, have you seen this?” Vivian asked.

Vivian showed me a collage of screenshots taken from social media accounts. They were posts from the username “Darth_H-Chang501.” We read them.

“What the hell? That’s not my account."

“Did you change your name?” Eddy asked.

“No, but this isn’t me. This is my social media name, but I never posted these. I don’t have a death wish. What the hell is this?”

“These are incredibly mean. Even for you,” Vivian commented.

“Three hamburgers are enough, Fatzilla. How did you put on your socks today with those mammoth feet? Being a fat-ass is a disease, and you’re spreading it by showing everyone your obvious love of chocolate cake and sweets,” I read aloud.

“Wow! That is very problematic,” Vivian commented.

“Angelica, stop moving around so much. I can feel your earth-shaking footsteps from the other side of the school. You’re going to cause an earthquake, you gigantic bitch,” I said as I continued to read.

“Jesus. Do you think she’s seen these?” Eddy asked.

“I hope not. I don’t have a problem with Angelica Johansson.”

“Isn’t she the really tall volleyball player?” Vivian asked.

“Yep, and there are two of them,” Eddy replied.

“What the hell do you mean there’s two?! Did she clone herself?” I asked.

“She has a twin sister named Erica. They’re called the Terror Twins . They’ve also been bullied before because of their height and weight. Those people might be dead now,” Eddy revealed.

“Dang it, I forgot about Erica,” I admitted.

“We need to talk to them right now. Before they try to kill you,” Vivian suggested.

“Those posts are obviously fake. I’m sure they’ll realize that,” I assured them.

“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.