Page 36 of My Rules for Revenge (Twisted YA Mysteries #1)

HEATHER

I was at school, and my class was taken to the auditorium along with six other classes. We were set to watch a presentation about cyberbullying in the twenty-first century—some tone-deaf bullshit like that.

There were hundreds of students inside. They all had their phones out and were ready to snap a picture or record a video of any disaster that may occur.

I sat next to Vivian. I should’ve known something was about to go horribly wrong when the teachers had trouble getting into the projector booth. It was locked and blocked from the inside. I paid no attention and just thought the teachers were a bunch of idiots.

After a few minutes, the projector in the auditorium slid down.

Everyone began murmuring, and the teachers had confused expressions on their faces.

It turned on and showed the desktop of a computer screen.

The mouse moved to the icon of a video player app and clicked on it.

The window opened, and a black screen with a play button materialized.

“What the hell is happening?” I asked.

“I have no idea. Even the teachers look confused,” Vivian commented.

A few seconds later, a slideshow of various pictures began to play.

I quickly realized they were pictures from Frankie’s party.

One was a picture of me dancing, another showed Vivian and Frankie walking upstairs, and one of them showed me hitting Jacob while Eddy was trying to stop me from behind.

The other pictures were random shots of Porter chugging a beer, Marcus smoking a bong, Luna screaming, Carlos getting tossed out, a dude named Bert beating his chest like a gorilla, and more.

“Is this a prank? Why are they showing these?” Vivian asked.

“This is some type of weird,” I exclaimed.

It went black, and the perpetrator typed, “I hope everyone’s ready for this.”

“Ready for what?”

“It’s gonna show a video of two turtles having sex. I bet you one thousand dollars.”

The projector then showed a series of text messages between two people. Someone was texting a contact labeled “Boy.” A computerized voice read them all out loud.

“Wow! Today was amazing. I’m still really sorry about that first time. The little guy failed me, lol,” the boy wrote.

“No, no, no. It’s fine. I read about it online, and it happens to almost every guy.”

“After that, though… I think I got the hang of it,” the boy answered.

“You really did. You really gave it to me, haha.”

“You’re so hot, babe,” the boy wrote.

“You’re so hot, too.”

“I have to be honest,” the boy wrote.

“About what?”

“I’m really horny right now,” the boy replied.

Everyone began laughing hysterically as the teachers tried breaking into the projector booth. I was laughing with them, despite feeling very uneasy.

“Oh, god, lol.”

“Do you think you can help me out with that?” the boy asked.

“Hmmmmmm, I don’t know. What do you mean? Maybe we can do it next week. I’m not sure, though, because my parents can’t suspect me of going out with a guy. They’ll go ballistic.”

“That’s fine. I totally get that. No worries,” the boy wrote.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Trust me, you’ll never disappoint me. You definitely didn’t last night,” the boy replied.

“I’m glad I fulfilled your expectations, haha.”

“I know a way you can exceed them,” the boy wrote.

“Oh, yeah? How’s that?”

“Send me pictures of yourself,” the boy suggested.

“What do you mean, lol?”

“I want to see your nice ass,” the boy wrote.

“You’ve already seen it, lmao.”

“I know, but please. You don’t understand how badly I want to see you naked again,” the boy exclaimed.

“You will soon. I promise.”

“Please just send me a pic of your ass,” the boy pleaded.

“I don’t know. I feel uncomfortable doing that. It feels weird to do something like that.”

“I promise I won’t show anyone. It’ll only be for me. I swear to you on everything I live for, no one else will see those pics,” the boy promised.

“But you already saw it. If you want to see one that badly, you can watch porn, lol.”

“You’re right, I could. But it’s just not the same. The real thing is so much better,” the boy pointed out.

“That’s true.”

“So, you’ll send me one of your booty? Lol. Also, one of your boobs would be very nice, too,” the boy suggested.

“Wow! You are quite demanding.”

“Hahahaha. I know, I know. But I find you hot as hell, tbh,” the boy wrote.

“How do I know you’re not just saying that so I send you the nudes? Hmmmmm.”

“Well, we’ve already had sex, so you know I’m into you already, lol,” the boy wrote.

“Yeah, you’re right, lmao.”

“So, you’ll send me the goods?” the boy asked.

“I don’t know, I still feel very uncomfortable if I’m being honest.”

“You would make my whole year if you sent those pics. I swear to you,” the boy exclaimed.

“Really?”

“Hell yes,” the boy assured her.

“Okay. Give me a few.”

“You’re incredible. I swear I think I’m in love with you,” the boy wrote.

“You better be after this, lol.”

The auditorium had already erupted halfway through the texts. Every single student took pictures, recorded videos, and posted them all over social media. Approximately three minutes later, everyone in the school had seen those texts and what the perpetrator posted next.

The projector displayed four pictures of Indira nude—they were all selfies, and she was exposed for the whole school to see. When this came up on the screen, most of the teachers in the auditorium rushed towards the stage, climbed it, and tried to push the projector screen back up.

The other teachers tried to settle everyone down and were yelling at all the students to pick up their belongings so that they could be escorted outside.

Not one student in that auditorium listened to a single word that any of the teachers said.

To them, this was the most shocking event that had ever happened at that school, and no one was going to prevent them from experiencing all of it.

Another teacher had the mind to call one of the old dudes from the IT department, but by then it was too late—the damage was done. Whoever did it planned it perfectly. It was the most dramatic thing I have ever witnessed.

I couldn’t believe that someone went to such great lengths to do something like this. I realized later that I might have done the same thing depending on the circumstances.

“Oh my god, that’s Indira. This is horrible!” Vivian exclaimed.

“This is insane. What the hell is this?”

I can say that what happened next caused my brain to turn into a cheese melt.

That may not make much sense, but it’s sincerely the best way to describe how I felt.

I had nuclear nausea—the feeling that made your chest tighten in excruciating pain.

My heart was ripped out of my body and pummeled into a bloody pulp.

After the projector screen showed the nude pictures of Indira, it showed the nude pictures of someone else—it showed mine. Vivian quickly turned towards me and gripped my arm. I almost vomited.

The screen soon went black, and more text was typed in. The perpetrator wrote, “It happened twice. I don’t think this is a coincidence. Who is responsible, you may ask?”

It showed a picture of Jacob with the caption: “Not responsible.” It then unveiled a picture of Eddy smiling.

He was in his basketball uniform. It had the caption “The boy is Eddy Chavez. He is responsible for leaking Indira’s and Heather’s nudes.

He pressured Indira into sending him nude pictures of herself.

The texts prove that. Did he do the same to Heather?

I think so. He is a disgusting pervert who deserves jail time. #Exposed.”

I was frozen in time. The projector finally slid back up while Vivian attempted to snap me out of my cryogenic paralysis.

So many thoughts whizzed and raced through my head at that very moment, but one thing was for sure in my mind—Eddy had been framed.

He definitely did not leak my nudes. That was clearly Jacob’s doing.

I also had no idea how Indira factored into all of this.

I had no knowledge of any sexual relationship between her and Eddy.

I hadn’t spoken to her in over a year. Someone was hiding something, and I was determined to find out the truth.