Page 10 of My Rules for Revenge
“That might actually attract them.”
“We’ll see, Carlos. We’ll see.”
He stood up.
“Come on. We gotta go check out this idiot’s printer. It’s probably out of color cartridges. I can’t wait to see her face when we tell her we can’t fix it.” Carlos laughed.
“This should be good.”
As we walked to Miss Leslie’s classroom, we goofed around a lot. We had certain privileges that allowed us this luxury. If any dip-wad teacher wanted to reprimand us, we would show our PC support badges, and they wouldn’t be able to tell us a single thing. They knew better than that. We would purposely sabotage their computers or internet connections if they tried us. We’ve only had to do this once, and word got around quickly. After that, most teachers treated us like angels. If only the girls treated us the same.
While we approached our lockers, we spotted a skinny athlete who carried a bag of basketballs. It was Eddy Chavez, an awkward loser who had no business being on a sports team.I hated that guy.
We laughed to ourselves as he struggled. Soon after that, two girls who were also laughing walked near him. One of them I recognized—she wore colorful headbands and long, baggy shirts. The girl she was with, I had seen only a handful of times. She was an exotic Asian specimen, a rare sight at our high school, which was mostly attended by white girls and Latinas. Eddy stared at Heather while she walked past him, and she was quick to notice. Carlos and I stretched our ears to eavesdrop on their spur-of-the-moment conversation.
“Hey!” Heather exclaimed.
Eddy stopped and visibly gulped.
“What…?” Eddy replied.
“Were you staring at my ass?” Heather asked.
We saw Eddy’s face turn bright red like an apple. Carlos and I giggled uncontrollably like schoolgirls. We thought we were about to witness Eddy getting his ass whooped. That would’ve been the highlight of our entire week.
“What?” Eddy repeated.
“Why do you keep saying ‘what’?”
“Oh, no. No, no, no. I wasn’t staring at… you know. My eyes drifted there by accident, but I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable. My eyes tend to drift wherever they desire.”
Eddy nervously chuckled. Heather remained unconvinced, while Vivian gave him a sympathetic look.
“I’m sorry, your eyes do what?” Heather asked.
“No, wait. That’s not exactly what I meant. I’m sorry—that sounded dumb.”
“Yeah, that did sound dumb.”
“Don’t be mean,” Vivian said while she softly hit her on the shoulder.
“Why are you hitting me? That doesn’t even hurt.”
“I’m really sorry, Heather. I didn’t mean to make you mad.”
I never believed Eddy’s friendly nature. Maybe I was jealous that nearly everyone liked him and thought he was kind, but I always felt it was an artificial persona he put on to mask what he truly was inside. To be fair, however, most of the students involved in what happened with Heather weren’t exactly model citizens. That included me.
“Oh, it’s cool. I’m just messing with you. Nice balls, by the way,” Heather teased.
“What? What balls?” He sounded panicked as bullets of sweat rolled down his forehead.
“She means the basketballs, Eddy. She’s a pervert,” Vivian explained.
“No, I’m not. Don’t say that.”
“Yes, you are.”
“I know.”
