"Teresa." I groaned. I
tossed my phone back and forth in my palms. Then, I opened
the messages one by one.
"Don't you dare steal
my man. Again."
"Back off. He's
mine."
"You're dead
meat."
"He doesn't even like
you. He likes ME."
"Chika, you're going
DOWN." I laughed at that one.
"Hunny, if you want him to
like you, maybe you should BRUSH YOUR HAIR." Okay, now
that stung. Just a bit.
"How did he ever like you
in the first place?"
Etcetera,
etcetera.
I giggled, grabbing my notebook
from my nightstand. Flipping it open to my current plot, I
went down to Teresa's weaknesses. Smiling, I scribbled
easily jealous , right below
"weight". I knew she had huge issues with
her weight. That was one of many for her.
But Kyle had one, one I
wasn't sure was true. One that I shouldn't mention, I
couldn't mention. One he'd do anything for me not to
mention. One that would help in the plan later on - but would
make him hate me forever.
Then, my phone vibrated, and
hungrily tore my eyes from the ceiling to my phone. My
stomach started doing flips as I opened the
text.
"Elsa, why's your
stomach doing flips?" I asked myself. I didn't like
him; I hated him. He broke my heart and now it's time to
break his.
I fiddled with the buttons
as I impatiently waited for the text to open. Step three in
action. I read the bolded white text in
fascination.
Hey Elsa.
I'd just like to apologize
about our break up, though it was years ago. I was out of my
mind. I was just a cocky eighth grader who was supposedly in
love. I was mindless the day we broke up. I still love you,
believe it or not. It was a mistake, that
day.
It was a dare to get together
with you ... but then I fell in love with you. Then the guys
pretty much forced me to dump you, though it broke my heart.
Lol, sorry for the lovey-dovey stuff.
But will you take me back,
love?
I broke into hysterical
laughter. An apology wouldn't mend my heart, though it
was still part of my plan. I pulled up 'Create A New
Message' and thought of my response. Just one word, two
letters, and a period.
No.
