After my breakdown is over, I am immediately filled with complete rage. I go back to where Sav's locker is, but he's alone this time. I feel a tap on the shoulder and jump.
"Ready to kick some Savtastic booty?" Bianca says.
"Sure am. What are we going to do?" I ask.
"Well, if Holly J has a crush on him, that makes her the problem. And to get what we want, we must eliminate the problems. Follow through?" she explained as if I was a child.
"Yeah, I'm not stupid! I understand." I say with an edge to my voice. If we were going to direct the revenge to Sav, I might have felt bad, but this is the evil witch that tortured me since I first came here. She told everyone I was dyslexic, tricked me into handing in her older sister's work from last year, and even tried to break up Sav and I.
"Where is she?" I say in my darkest, evilest voice that I can pull up from a mean, unnamed place.
"She went to the bathroom, I think." Says Bianca with a sort of happiness that shows through the glint in her eye. I take step after step, feeling the angriest I have in months. I've bottled up the anger and some of it came out with the sadness, but there's too much pain and anger that I can't keep it in anymore. I have to take it out on something and that THING is Holly J. Sinclair.
I burst into the bathroom, but don't see anybody. I look under the stall and see her white heels. I put my finger to my lips and look at Bianca, signaling to her not to give any signals that I might be in here.
"Hello?" Says Holly J. from in the stall. "Is someone there? Can you pass me some toilet paper?" Bingo. I pretend like I'm getting toilet paper, while mouthing to Bianca to get a camera out. She pulls out her phone. Close enough.
"Here you go," I say but only put my wrist over the top of the door. She struggles a little and then tells me she can't reach.
"Sorry, I'm only in the ninth grade so I'm a little short. Maybe if you unlock the stall door and push it open a slight bit, I can give it to you straight without seeing anything." I propose with an evil grin on my face. Bianca readies the camera, while I practice my kicks.
"You're not a lesbo trying to get a little show are you? Cause I'm straight as an arrow." She asks while I hear her struggling with the lock. Must be pretty hard to unlock a stall door while you're sitting down on a toilet with freshly painted nails. I can smell the acetone. Finally I hear the stall door click. She cracks the door, but still can't see me.
I swiftly sidekick the door all the way open and Bianca snaps two pictures. We run out. Hopefully, with the flash, she couldn't see who it was, but if my plan works perfectly, Holly J. will want absolutely nothing to do with Sav. The really funny part is, she probably still needs that toilet paper. I laugh to myself at the thought of her sitting on the toilet, trying to get the door closed before anyone comes in the bathroom. I know what I need to do next, but do I have the nerve.