Page 48 of My Rules for Revenge
“You don’t take shit from anyone. I’ve noticed,” Luna pointed out.
“I kind of beat his ass with a textbook, shoved chocolates in his mouth, and ripped up his stupid flower. I also pushed him down to the floor and recorded a humiliating video of him. His nickname, the Virgin King, was then born,” I said.
“Oh!” Luna exclaimed.
“I fought fire with fire. Now, I’m in the middle of this feud with him. I don’t regret it, though—he deserved it. He tried to hireme like I was some hooker when he didn’t even know me. He completely disrespected me. He’s crazy,” I affirmed.
“How do we expose him?” Luna asked.
“I have an idea, but we’re going to have to stretch the truth of your story a bit. Would you be alright with that?”
“Whatever you want to do. Let’s make him suffer,” Luna smirked.
Admittedly, I was thinking selfishly when I contacted Luna. I wanted a credible story where Jacob was acting like a complete creep. I knew I could then manipulate the truth and throw in some additional elements in there to torment him. I knew it wasn’t the best way to handle things, but I didn’t care. He clearly wanted the Terror Twins to hurt me. I had no problem hurting him back.
Once I parted ways with Luna, I walked to Central Lake Plaza to wait for my ride. I then got an ominous message from an anonymous social media account namedangel66.
“I know what you are—what you really are, Heather—a complete and utter monster.”
I read it in complete disbelief at first. I didn’t know why anyone would go out of their way to create an anonymous account to call me a monster, but I snapped back to reality. There could have been many, many online trolls who would have done something like that.
“I saw your nude pictures. You don’t look as good as I thought you would.”
At that point, I figured it was definitely an online troll, or it could have easily been Jacob or one of his stupid friends.
“Don’t worry. You’ll be exposed soon. You and one other. Your lives are about to change for the worse. I’ve never stopped hating you, Heather Chang.”
This sent a slight shiver down my spine. The way they typed my full name severely irked me. It didn’t feel like it was a troll anymore. I knew there were many people who probably had a bone to pick with me, but I didn’t think anyone truly hated me except for Jacob. I was wrong.
“You’re the most melodramatic weirdo I’ve ever seen. Get a life,” I replied back.
They didn’t reply back that day. I wanted to ask them who they were, but I knew I wouldn’t get a response.
I watched the boys’ basketball team play in the gym. The game didn’t interest me much, but I saw for the first time how competitive they became with one another—it was a full-contact, very sweaty sport, and Frankie was the most energetic one of them all. I found out that day why he was a star and why Newman loved him so much—he nearly made every shot he took and easily outplayed his teammates—it was like he floated in the air. Eddy played relatively well for his role, and I saw a side to him I never did before. He yelled, he cussed, and if he felt he was fouled, he fought for that call. I liked this side of him.
I waited for them to finish because Eddy texted me that he wanted to tell me something. I was waiting for him to make a move, and he finally did, surprisingly. He didn’t seem like the type to go after someone. Frankie was the exact opposite. I figured his confidence had rubbed off on Eddy.
When their practice ended, Eddy and Frankie came over. I smiled at Eddy, but he barely looked at me. I could tell he was nervous. Frankie noticed this and quickly spoke to break the awkward silence. He whipped out his phone and asked Eddy if he had seen the video Luna had made. He shook his head.
“Check this out, bro. This is funny,” Frankie commented.
“This is Luna Rivas, right?” Eddy asked.
“Yeah, she almost got fondled by Jacob,” I commented.
“You’re kidding,” Eddy replied.
“I wish I were,” I added.
Frankie played the video. Luna’s face showed up on the screen while she was walking outside. It had the caption “Exposing Jacob Boruta.”
“Hey, guys, just wanted to let you all know that Jacob Boruta is an absolute scumbag. On Valentine’s Day, he tried to get me to blow him. When I said no, he kept insisting. Can you believe that? He was also being touchy, and it made me feel uncomfortable. When I finally left, he started calling me all sorts of names, and I never did anything to the guy. Oh, and he sent me a dick pic. Unfortunately, I deleted it, but he had sent me something that didn’t even look like a penis—it was more like a fat, mangled one-inch-long sausage. Be careful, ladies, because the Virgin King is on a horny rampage,” Luna warned.
Frankie stopped the video and started laughing. I smiled while Eddy looked uneasy.
“Yo, that’s hilarious. Not the stuff at the beginning, obviously, but what she said about his penis. That was gold,” Frankie chuckled.
“Yeah, a mangled chode. That’s, uh, very interesting,” Eddy pointed out.
