Summary: Driven by emotion, a girl plans to revenge on her irritating best friend.
Don’t get me wrong. I was just trying to calm down and bury the hatchet. I knew walking off the way I did was rude, but what could I say? That was the best order my mind could demand to my body in 5 seconds. This was the first time.
I sat still while watching people up and down the street, and sipped my hot coffee slowly, trying not to get my lips burn. Another heat and I no longer could imagine what might happen. This was not the first time Sandra and I got into fight, but me leaving her without a word, count that as a start.
I had been dealing with her mood swings my whole life. But this time, she literally got on my last nerve. Without even realized, I made myself promise to teach her some good lesson.
The first thing I would do was showing her my condemnation. She had been living a world of her own rule considering she was quite a rich and gorgeous—a typical well-off princess. She used to order people (read: me) instead of asking for their help. It indeed sounded irritating. From now on, I wanted to stop being nice or considerate to her. The thought of me being mean toward her was terrible, but thinking of the way she treated me, I dared say she needed it sometimes. I needed it.
Would it also fine if I told Tom that she once had a dinner with Sam? Sandra forced me to believe that was just a casual dinner and she had no lust for Sam. Bad for her, I was not a fool to fall for her endless defense. I knew what her desire was and all I need to do was merely adding some fuel to the flame. I would think of it as my generosity to help her spared Tom the heartache. That was for her sake and I would be happy to do that.
Should I just do it right away? Based on some movies, I believed they taught me several things about blackmailing: you sent the victim—I believed victim was not a correct term for her, even in this case—threatening messages, and before you could think of their reaction, she would eventually cry for your help. I did not think that was a bad idea. In fact, revealing her dirty little secret was no fun without watching her suffer first. Don’t get me wrong. I thought a girl like Sandra who ruled the world definitely needed panicking sometimes. That was for her sake.
Now how would I do that? Leaving a note would be great but I could not take the risk if she would recognize my handwri—
“Cal, when will you get back?” a cheerful voice snapped through my phone.
“I don’t know. In one or two hours, I guess.”
“Alright! Buy me some potato chips, kay?”
“Why would I do that?” That’s it, Cal! It started. Way to go!
“Because I found Schmidt Miller’s old movie and we need to munch something crisp while watching, which potato chips will do.”
“Gosh okay! I’ll be there in a flash.”
“Great! Be careful on your way, Cal.” Sandra hung up first.
I could just stop by a convenient store near our dorm and bought some chips. Would ice cream also do? I thought it would. Sandra likes ice cream.
Thank you to Monica Maulidia Anilza for proofreading and shaping my work.
– Parker’s But The One On The Right. (1929)
Word count: (568)
Work dramatization: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B31okY1d069sUVpxRHdGS2szSzg/edit?usp=sharing