Disclaimer- I am not Stephanie Meyer, so I don't own Twilight. I'm not Taylor Swift, so I don't own the song.
I stood around the corner, craning my head every so often so that I could see them. Renesmee Cullen with Jacob Black. My guy.
I remember the summer that she came to Forks, Washington. Jacob and I had been together for about three months, and she came along and ruined everything. I don't think she knows who she's stealing from, because I sure didn't expect her to steal him.
She was wearing blue skinny leg jeans, a white camisole, white stilettos, and hair in curls. I was wearing blue jeans, a blue shirt, and Jacob's grey jacket. Before I knew it, they where talking, and she was leaving. With him.
This reminds me of the playground days, when the new kid would either steal your best friend or your favorite toy. And then their mother would make them stand in the corner, and think about what they did. And you'd be so happy, because you didn't have to start a rumor saying that they had cooties to get your revenge.
But that's the thing: There is nothing I do better than revenge.
Which is why I am now sitting on a wooden stool at the school talent show, singing a song that I wrote.
''I'd like to dedicate this song to Renesmee Cullen,'' I smiled.
Spoken:
Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did
Ha, time for a little revenge
The story starts when it was hot
And it was summer
And I had it all
I had him right there where I wanted him
She came along
Got him alone
And let's hear the applause
She took him faster than you can say sabotage
I never saw it coming
Wouldn't have suspected it
I underestimated
Just who I was dealing with
She had to know
The pain was beating on me like a drum
She underestimated
Just who she was stealing from
She's not a saint and she's not what you think
She's an actress, whoa
She's better known for the things that she does
On the mattress, whoa
Soon she's gonna find
Stealing other people's toys
On the playground
Won't make you many friends
She should keep in mind
She should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better
Than revenge (revenge), ha
The look on Renesmee's face was priceless, and I wished I could have taken a photo. It's not my fault she had that reputation.
Yeah. And then I forgot the rest of the song, so I looked at what she was wearing: a white, vintage dress, hair in curls and white sandals. And make up. All I had on was a pair of black, skinny leg jeans, a red tank, a lighter red shirt under it, and converses,but I looked cute.
So I looked at what she was wearing, and used that to start off the next part verse.
She looks at life like it's a party
And she's on the list
She looks at me like I'm a trend
And she's so over it
It's true. She looked at me as if I where psychotic, as I was usually trying to rhyme her name with things. She always had a scowl on her face when she saw me, too. Didn't her mother ever tell her that if she kept making that face it would get stuck like that?
I think her ever present frown
Is a little troubling
And she thinks I'm psycho
'Cause I like to rhyme her name with things, but
Sophistication isn't what you wear
Or who you know
Or pushing people down
To get you where you wanna go
Oh they didn't teach you that in prep school
So it's up to me
But no amount of vintage dresses
Gives you dignity
She comes waltzing in here out her fancy prep school. Now, my best friend went to prep school, so I am not trying to place a stereotype. My friend attended the same school, and said she was horrible in kindergarten!
She's not a saint and she's not what you think
She's an actress, whoa
She's better known for the things that she does
On the mattress, whoa
Soon she's gonna find
Stealing other people's toys
On the playground
Won't make you many friends
She should keep in mind
She should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better
Than revenge, ha ha
She rolled her eyes from the audience, and I changed the planned verse and improvised.
I'm just another thing
For you to roll your eyes at, honey
You might have him
But haven't you heard?
I'm just another thing
For you to roll your eyes at, honey
You might have him
But I always get the last word
Whoa
She's not a saint and she's not what you think
She's an actress, whoa
She's better known for the things that she does
On the mattress, whoa
Soon she's gonna find
Stealing other people's toys
On the playground
Won't make you many friends
She should keep in mind
She should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better
Than revenge
I looked from her to Jacob and back again.
And do you still feel like
You know what you're doing,
Cause I don't think you do
Oh
Do you still feel like you know what you're doing
I don't think you do
I don't think you do
Let's hear the applause
I let out all of the feelings I'd been holding in for the last year.
C'mon show me how much better you are
See you deserve some applause
Cause you're so much better
She took him faster than you can say sabotage
She came up to me afterwards, Jacob right behind her.
''Stupid song,'' she sneered at me.
''Stupd girl,'' I retorted.
She scowled, obviously mad because she didn't have a good comeback. So she turned to Jacob instead.
''Jakey, you shouldn't hang around trash. Now let's go,'' she said as she reached for his hand.
''If I go with you, I'll be leaving behind the best girl in the world. And I've done that once, but I'm not going to do that again,'' Jacob smiled.
I stared, my heart soared, Renesmee stormed off.
''And if she'll forgive me, then I'd like another chance,'' he said, sincerity in his voice the whole time.
The kind of sincerity that no one could fake.
So I did what do best: revenge.
''Maybe,'' I say before turning to walk away,''When you learn not to let the new girl steal your girlfriend's toy on the playground. Cause that won't make her many friends. Then, I'll have to get revenge. And I think we both know that there is nothing I do better than revenge. She should keep that in mind.''
My name is Leah Clearwater. and there i nothing I do better than revenge.