Page 40 of My Rules for Revenge
“Dude, hell no. This was that bitch and those other dickheads. We should make them clean this up. Jacob, let’s tell Newman. He’ll flame them,” Carlos said with certainty.
“Newman told me he would protect me, but to stay out of trouble,” I remarked.
“He has the right idea. This is getting out of hand,” Manny added.
“Manny, are you insane? We’re not letting them get away with this,” Carlos said angrily.
“Carlos is right. This is bullshit. Forget about Newman; we’ll handle this ourselves. He’s a politically correct pussy who won’t do anything.”
“I don’t think this needs to be continued. You have your Bright Rock Scholarship on the line, Jacob,” Manny commented.
“Trust me, that’s safe,” I assured him.
The three of us received alerts from our phones, and when we checked them out, we saw that it was a video of me dressed in a Nazi uniform, yelling in the cafeteria. The caption read, “What other awful things does Jacob, the woman-hating Hitler, believe in besides ‘Women Belong In The Kitchen’? He must be stopped.” They portrayed me as possibly the most hated person in history to ever exist. It received thousands of likes and comments within four minutes, and it was about to go viral. My blood was at its boiling point.
“You still believe it’s safe?” Manny asked.
“Woman-hating Hitler? Has she lost her damn mind?” Carlos asked.
“I’m going to kill this girl,” I reassured them.
“Dude, she called you ‘Hitler.’ Who the hell does that?” Carlos asked.
“I may be a lot of things, but I’m not a goddamn Hitler. It’s true, I called them all sorts of things, but I was pissed. They were trying to gift me a pig basket of all things. What the hell was I supposed to do? Shove them up my ass? That tall fucker even shoved one in my damn mouth—I was defending myself.”
“Have you seen the comments? People are calling for your public hanging, while the other half are praising you. They’re most likely internet trolls,” Manny remarked.
“What do you think will happen if Newman sees this?” Carlos asked.
“I don’t care. I’m handling this myself. I’m pissed off,” I asserted.
“Jesus. How the hell did it get to this?” Carlos asked.
“We leaked the wrong girl’s nudes. That’s how,” Manny replied.
“Dude, what side are you on?” Carlos asked.
“I’m trying to prevent us from getting into any more trouble, genius. We’re all supposed to be honor students,” Manny added.
“Honor students? Dude, that title is about as useful as a pile of goat shit,” Carlos asserted.
“Great simile, Carlos,”Manny pointed out.
“We’re not letting this go, Manny,” I declared.
Manny sighed and softly nodded in understanding.
This was the moment where I could have stopped, and it would have ended. Obviously, I didn’t, and I paid for it. Heather didn’t make things easy, however. She viciously attacked me over the internet, and I couldn’t let it go. You could have called me a woman-hater after what I said. I understood that, but I wasn’t going to be compared to one of the most evil people to ever exist. That was stretching it. I wasn’t someone who would roll over and play dead whenever someone screwed with me. Despite my Bright Rock Scholarship being on the line, my need to fight back trumped that tenfold. I had self-respect.
“What do we do?” Carlos asked.
“I have an idea. If she wants to use cancel culture against me, we could do the same thing. What’s the name of that gigantic volleyball player? The one that used to get bullied all the time?”
“I think that was Angelica… something. I can find her,” Carlos replied.
“You do that while Manny and I fiddle around in the photo editing app.”
“What are you planning, Jacob?” Manny asked.
