Page 172 of Trapped With You

“Dear Diary, Cassidy apparently fainted in the crypt when she was cleaning it during detention. Claims she saw ‘Sister Victoria.’ My foot! She’s got a penchant for fucking the loser nerds without a condom. I’m sure she’s pregnant. That’s why she’s been having all those nausea and fainting spells. Though the Sister Victoria thing was a good cover-up, I’ll give her that.

Callie.

“Dear Diary,

Bobby and I fucked. Anal, to be precise. He said it would be soooo much fun. It wasn’t. He didn’t use enough lube and he creamed in my ass. The worst part? He called me by Ella’s name when he came. Guess he likes her and only got close to me for one reason. Fucking asshole. Fucking bitch. Hate them both.

Callie.

“Dear Diary,

I’m sick and tired of all the girls on the cheerleading team. Four years of this BS. Especially Ella and Darla. Who the fuck do they think they are? Co-captains? More like Co-cunts. I don’t want to take orders from them. I worked hard to be on the team. I deserved to be captain. Dacia, the ex-captain, graduated St. Victoria two years ago and passed the torch to those two whores. Like they earned it. Hah. I can’t stand any of them. They ruined everything for me. So I’m going to ruin everything for them. They act like they’retighter than a nun’s vow, but I’ll drive a wedge between them. Make them regret ever getting in my way.

Callie.”

By the time I finished reading, my skin crawled from relaying her nasty thoughts. They were all lies about others and situations she warped to better fit the narrative that pleased her sick mind. Safe to say, Callie wasn’t a girls’ girl and had internalized misogyny.

An anal creampie would be the least of her worries by the time we were through with her. “Sounds like you need professional help, Callie. In fact, we’d be more than happy to refer you to a few therapists. What do you say?”

“Fuck. You.” Her posture deflated and her voice was weak. “Fuck all of you.”

With our actions, she was now a social pariah. It was over for her.

The posts had thousands of likes already. People were going off in the comment sections. She’d never recover from this. Her reputation was beyond tarnished. A fitting punishment for someone who wanted to be revered by the masses.

“Smile for the camera, Callie.” I brought the phone in front of her face with an obnoxious grin. “Say ‘cheese’.”

She didn’t say cheese. Just stared at me with a hateful glare.

The thing I didn’t understand was why Callie remained our ‘friend’ if she hated us? Why waste your energy on people you had no care for? Was there a deeper lying issue we weren’t aware of?

I guess some things would remain unanswered. Based on her demeanor, it was clear she wouldn’t say anything more as she marinated in her sheer humiliation.

Posting the image on her social media, I captioned it ‘I’m a clown??’and attached the link to the Secrets of St. Victoria account, making her identity known there too. Then I turnedthe screen her way so she could see her picture one final time. “Beautiful, no?”

The girls gathered close, chuckling at the shot.

“I hate you,” she spat, but there was no more power in her words.

“The feeling is mutual, Callie,” I returned. “This is your karma. You created Secrets of St. Victoria to insult your peers and spread fake rumours, you photoshopped screenshots to ruin my friendship with Darla, and you gave Gavino my phone’s passcode and helped him drug and assault Cade this past summer. You made your bed and now you have to lie in it.” I put the phone in my pocket. “For the last offense alone, I’ll fuck up your entire life. Do you hear me? No one lays a finger on myCade and gets to walk away without a single consequence.”

Callie paled, stammering out, “D-Drugged and assault? I-I don’t know anything about that.”

“Did you give Gavino my passcode or not?”

“If I did…I don’t remember.” Gavino may or may not have told her the intricate details of his plan but regardless, this idiot was an accomplice to what happened to Cade and Mabel. Unforgivable by all my standards. “I didn’t know that Gavino hurt Cade over the summer. We only started sleeping together a few days ago. All I know is he asked for my help on Initiation Night, saying he wanted to rough up you and Cade a bit.”

This, I believed. Their porn video was dated just this past Thursday. She hadn’t written about it yet in her diary either. Otherwise, we’d have seen Gavino’s name mentioned as the masked guy. So for the most part, she was kept in the dark about his plans. Still guilty, though.

The only laughable aspect of this situation was that these idiots actually thought going to jail would knock Cade and me down a peg.

“Are you trying to tell me that if you knew about all ofGavino’s plans, you wouldn’t have helped him?” I sneered.

“It doesn’t matter.” She glared at all of us. “Because you won’t believe me. Are you fucking happy now that you’ve ruined my whole life?”

“You ruined your own life, Callie.” I shook my head. “We’re just the ones delivering justice.”

I was a Cordova. Mypapá’sdaughter. Cold and ruthless if you crossed me. I would make you sorry until the day you took your last breath.