Page 6 of My Rules for Revenge (Twisted YA Mysteries #1)

“What the hell is your problem? I was minding my own business, reading alone, and you just come in here with your stupid bullshit. I don’t care about your girl problems. It isn’t my job to solve them, you stinking loser.

It’s not my fault you’re considered completely unattractive by the majority of the female population! ”

I took a few steps back and felt like I was about to shed tears.

No matter how many rejections I had gotten, none of those girls treated me as badly as Heather Chang.

Sure, they’d run and outright say, “ NO ,” but they’d never go out of their way to insult and degrade me.

This felt deeply personal, and I wasn’t certain what I had done to Heather to deserve it.

“You know what… I’ve figured it out,” I remarked.

“Figured what out? That you need to pick up these chocolates before I dropkick you in the ass?”

“No, not that. They can stay on the floor for now. What I’ve figured out is that you’re just a tease. That’s all you are. You act like you’re attracted to guys, but you’re just leading them on,” I explained.

“What? What the hell are you saying? You’re nuts. How am I a tease?”

“You acted all nice when I came here, and now you’ve suddenly switched up on me,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, because you tried to hire me like a prostitute. Did you forget about that?”

I closed my fists and felt a burning sensation deeply embedded in my heart.

“Wow! Heather—I didn’t know you were such a skank! ”

There was something that seemed to ignite in Heather’s eyes, like someone had soaked aerosol cans in gasoline and had tossed a lighter onto them, and a fiery, colossal explosion soon followed.

In a flash of white light, Heather grabbed a textbook from the bookshelf and rushed back over to me. Her jaw was tightly clenched, and so were my ass cheeks.

She gripped my collar and began to beat the living daylights out of me with the book.

I tried to break free, but she kicked the back of my leg, which caused me to drop down to my knees, and she hit me so hard I was beginning to see stars.

I saw the blood rushing to her cheeks as she continued.

The front cover became bent out of shape as she continued to pummel my face while I shut my eyes in horror.

This incredibly violent assault ended up giving me purplish bruises all over my face.

“Ow, man. What the hell is your deal? You’re hurting me,” I screamed.

“Good,” Heather replied.

Before I had a chance to do anything at all, Heather forcibly pushed me out the door. I tripped and fell on the floor.

“Call me that again and you’ll need an ambulance,” she said, out of breath.

She whipped out her phone and began to record me.

“Look, everyone, it’s Jacob. Be careful with this one. I was forced to kick his ass. Don’t be alone with him. He might try something. He apparently can’t contain his horny virgin impulses.”

I managed to utter a groan before she left me with a parting gift.

She came over to me with my sunflower and viciously ripped it apart, letting the petals fall onto me.

Then she grabbed all of the chocolates that had been on the floor and smushed them into her hand by making a tight fist. She dropped to the floor, violently yanked my hair back, and shoved the melted chocolates into my screaming mouth as I choked on them.

Once she wiped her hand on my shirt, she went back and grabbed the heaviest textbook she could find and pointed the edge towards me and launched it straight at my head. It banged against the side of my head and caused my ears to ring.

After she slammed the door shut, I took a few minutes to recover.

I caught my breath and tried to calm down—it didn’t work.

I picked up the textbook and threw it at the wall as hard as I could—to say that I was furious was an understatement because I had never been so humiliated by a girl before in my entire life.

That little event reminded me exactly why I believed women were the most despicable and deplorable creatures on this planet.

Heather was rude, angry, and violent for no apparent reason.

She was quite possibly the daughter of Satan himself.

Not to mention, she had recorded me to purposefully embarrass me in front of the whole school.

Seconds after the video was posted online, I was being hailed as the Virgin King in the comments section.

I needed to do something. I wasn’t going to allow that deed to go unpunished.

There was no way she was ever going to get away with that.

I needed to do something drastic—something that would change her life forever—something that would make her think twice before ever doing something like that ever again.

You’ll know the true meaning of humiliation once I’m done with you, I thought.

I walked quickly to the Man Cave while I held an ice pack to my face. Droplets of water streamed down due to the heat on my cheek and dribbled onto my shirt, which greatly annoyed me. Carlos walked up to me and looked at me like I had just come back from a war-torn battlefield.

Manny glanced in my direction and continued to code on his computer.

He wore a black tracksuit with a white beanie and neon green sandals.

That’s all he ever wore. Manny had nothing to prove to anyone.

He was a brilliant programmer and an incredibly competent computer hacker, but his social skills were severely lacking.

The price to pay for brilliance. His words, not mine. I wasn’t as arrogant as he was.

“Dude, what the hell happened? Were you scrapping?” Carlos asked.

“No, I wasn’t scrapping. Who says that?”

“The skater dudes.”

Manny finished what he was doing and got up from his chair. He turned around and stepped towards me. He inspected my face.

“You have multiple bruises,” Manny pointed out.

“Nah, really?!” I exclaimed.

“Are you alright?”

“No, I’m not alright,” I assured him.

“Bro, tell us what happened. Did someone jump you?” Carlos asked.

“Heather Chang did this to me.”

There was a moment of silence. Manny remained indifferent, while Carlos appeared smug.

“I knew it, bro. She’s a total bitch.”

“I went over to the book club room and offered her my gifts—the sunflower and the box of gourmet chocolates. She liked them and then started teasing me—she was even preparing to kiss me.

“Then, for no apparent reason, she changed her mind and assaulted me. She bashed me with a textbook and shoved chocolates into my mouth like a total maniac, and then pushed me out onto the floor. Oh, and when I was on the floor, she picked up the heaviest textbook she could find and threw it at my ear—I almost went deaf. I acted like a perfect gentleman, and this is how I get treated. You see how girls are at this school?”

“Wow. I can’t believe she went all psycho on you. You bought chocolates for her, and she shoves them in your mouth? Then she assaults you with a textbook? What? She’s nuttier than I thought,” Carlos commented.

Manny remained quiet and appeared skeptical. He squinted his eyes while he examined the floor, in deep thought.

“Is that exactly what happened?” Manny asked.

“Of course, it is. What? You don’t believe me?” I asked.

“I was just asking a question. Regardless of what happened, you’re my friend, and I’m on your side,” Manny offered.

“Alright then.”

“However, I need to know if you’re telling us the whole picture,” Manny added.

“Dude, he is. This chick is known for being batshit insane. How many times do I gotta say she did the same to me?” Carlos asked.

“Have you guys seen her social media page? I’ve gone semi-viral in our school because of her.”

When they shook their heads, I quickly whipped out my phone and showed them the video she had made to humiliate me. We simultaneously cringed.

“Psychotic virgin horniness? Is she serious?” Carlos asked.

“Apparently so!” I exclaimed.

“What do you want us to do? Do we go to the principal?” Manny asked.

“We can get proof that she assaulted me, but the worst he’ll do is suspend her for a week.

She’s an honor student and the president of that stupid-ass club.

I want to be the one to get back at her—hard.

We tell him nothing. She rejected me like I was some piece of moldy garbage and humiliated me when I was just trying to put myself out there. This is personal.”

“What do you want to do?” Manny asked.

“Something horrible,” I replied.

“I have an idea. Do you guys remember how I had most of the basketball team for P.E. last year?” Carlos asked.

Manny and I nodded.

“Well, they would always talk about how the girls they ‘talked’ to had nudes on their phones. Sometimes they would straight up send them. Other times, they would convince these girls to show them their pics at games or at parties. Frank Jackson used to talk about it all the time. He has hundreds of nudes. He’s that junior who’s going to play professionally. ”

“I like where this is going, Carlos.”

“I’m willing to bet your two-thousand-dollar gaming PC that this girl has nudes on her phone. We just have to find a way to get them, and after that, the possibilities are endless,” Carlos said with certainty.

“What about getting them through the Cloud? We can get them from there. I think. People have done it before,” I suggested.

“I can do it,” Manny volunteered.

Carlos slapped his forehead.

“Duh! We have the best hacker in the county right here.”

“I can do it, but I don’t think it’s a good idea. We could get in serious legal trouble,” Manny expressed.

“Yeah, but can’t you just do what you always do? You hide your footprints,” I pointed out.

Manny sighed and rubbed his hair.

“I can find her email address using the school’s database with my admin privileges.

If she uses the same one for her smartphone ID, I can get in.

I would have to accumulate all the saved passwords she has on the browsers she uses on school computers.

I could also secretly install monitor spy software or a key-logger… ”

Manny grew quiet and began whispering to himself. We looked at him like he was a madman. Which he was. The price of brilliance, remember? After a couple of minutes, he stopped and looked me in the eye.

“Are you one hundred percent certain this is the course of action you wish to take against this girl? Once we do this, there’s no going back. Consider this a nuclear launch code. If we press the button, that’s it,” Manny warned.

I didn’t hesitate.

“Let’s do it.”