Page 94 of My Rules for Revenge
“Really? I have a hard time believing you now since last time, nothing was done,” I replied.
“Rest assured, something will be done, and it is being investigated.”
“In that case, you should investigate Jacob Boruta, Carlos Estrada, and Manny Gomez. They were all involved in that. Your case is closed,” I assured him.
“You will know of the findings of that case when the school board finishes its investigation. You have my word. I know your photographs were involved, and there will be justice served if need be.”
“Yeah, I don’t believe you—if need be,”I scoffed.Are you freaking serious?”
“I don’t care if you don’t believe me because that’s exactly what’s happening.”
He glared at me as I rolled my eyes in my head. I didn't believe him one bit—he was just being political.
“If you say so.”
“We’re moving along now. You need to understand that your actions have consequences. What you did was absolutely unacceptable. You’re lucky you’re not expelled.”
“You’re not expelling me?”
“No, I am not. Look, I understand the psychological turmoil you’ve been through, and contrary to what you may believe, I do have sympathy.”
“You’re right. That is contrary to what I believe,” I affirmed.
“I’m suspending you for a month.”
“Holy cow, a month?” I asked.
“Yes, Heather. That’s not all. I’m giving you one hundred hours of community service that must be completed before you graduate.”
“One hundred hours? Are you insane? When will I have time to do all that? That has to constitute cruel and unusual punishment,” I pointed out.
“You set off the sprinklers and made the firemen drive over here in a frenzy. Do I have to give you the lecture about safetyagain? You seriously put many lives in jeopardy. I hope you understand that.”
“So, Jacob Boruta can leak my nudes all over social media, and you don’t even blink. I set a little backpack on fire, and you suddenly lose your mind?”
“Fires are not to be joked about, and you know that violence is strictly prohibited on school grounds.”
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know that. I’ll make a note of that in my noggin: ‘Principal Newman officially says that fires are not to be joked about,’ ” I said in a mocking tone.
“Heather, I’m not in the mood for games.”
“You’re just a clown. I hope your wife finds out that you cheated on her!” I exclaimed.
“That’s enough, Heather!”
Principal Newman slammed the desk so hard with his hand that it left a red mark on his palm. The force was so strong that his glasses flew off his head. He breathed heavily and looked at me with the eyes of a crazed madman. I looked back at him with the eyes of a crazed madwoman. I slowly got up and dared to challenge him. I placed an open palm on the edge of his desk and examined all the papers, folders, and knick-knacks he had on it.
“If you move an inch of anything on my desk, I’ll give you five hundred hours of community service. You can mark my words.”
I stayed silent for several moments as I felt a giant lump forming in my throat. My skin was on fire, and I was shaking with an unbelievable amount of anger. I didn’t like it when people yelled at me like that. I quickly took my hand away.
“Fine. I won’t do anything, but I will tell you one thing. Every single bad thing you’ve done in your life will come back to haunt you. It won’t come from me, but it will come. I promise you.”
He remained quiet as I stormed out.
CHAPTER 23
JACOB
