Return to Forks (rewrite in progress) Chapter 2: the confrontation, a twilight fanfic

In my dressing room I think back to the look on Paul's face... He's feeling all the pain I felt all those years ago when he left me. He left me for Jessica Stanley…least I think that was her last name. I mean she was the biggest bitch at forks high but I never paid too much attention to her even though she went out of her way to try and make my life a living hell. Ironically though she is a few rows away from Paul, pretty much fanning Girling at my concert. From my dressing room I could hear the crowd around them cheering for an encore…. well, who am I to deny my fans?

"DO YOU WANT ONE MORE SONG?!" I scream as I ran back out to the stage and of course the crown goes wild. I chuckle and cue the dude back stage to start the music.

"All right then! This isn't a new, new song, it came from the same time the other songs did, the only difference is, is that this isn't a depressing song to my ex, this is a FUCK YOU to him! Baby I'm sorry, not sorry" I laugh as the music cues up

Payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I'm the baddest

Now I'm out here looking like revenge
Feelin' like a ten, the best I ever been
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt
To see me like this, but it gets worse (wait a minute)
Now you're out here looking like regret
Ain't too proud to beg, second chance you'll never get
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this
But it gets worse (wait a minute)

Now payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I'm the baddest
You fuckin' with a savage
Can't have this, can't have this (ah)
And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)
Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)
Being so bad got me feelin' so good
Showing you up like I knew that I would
Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)
Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)
Feeling inspired 'cause the tables have turned
Yeah, I'm on fire and I know that it burns

Baby, fineness is the way to kill
Tell me how it feel, bet it's such a bitter pill
And yeah, I know you thought you had bigger, better things
Bet right now this stings (wait a minute)
'Cause the grass is greener under me
Bright as technicolor, I can tell that you can see
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this
But it gets worse (wait a minute)

Now payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I'm the baddest
You fuckin' with a savage
Can't have this, can't have this (ah)
And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

Talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby
If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby
Oh yeah
Talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby
If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby

Payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I'm the baddest
I'm the baddest, I'm the baddest

After it's all over, I'm breathing heavily but feeling proud of myself as I see the hurt deepen in his eyes with each word sung, as he realizes how much of a fuck you that was, he turns to leave and I take my bow at the center of the stage "thank you guys! You have been great! I hope the rest of your night is fan-fucking-tastic!" with that I run off stage and then head to my dressing room once again. I sit in my chair to relax when a knock comes to my door.

"it's open" I yell, in walks a security guard.

"Sorry to disturb you miss swan, but there's a young man out here named Paul Lahote who claims to know you" I smirk an evil little smile and say " let him in" little did I know that I would come to possibly regret that decision.

He was in with his eyes on the ground

"You have some balls; you know that right?" I say before he can think of what to say

Of Course, I'm met with silence

"You know breaking up with me for some other girl and then years later showing up to my concert and then coming backstage to my dressing room…. you've got balls. Better be a good reason as to why our here Mr. Lahote" I say with as much venom in my voice as I can.

That got his attention as he looked at me with so much hurt in his eyes

"Have I really fucked up that badly that we're not on first name bases anymore?"

"Yea, yea you did. When you tore my heart out and then stomped on it until it was fine powder stuck to the bottom of your boot... In front of everyone I knew if I might add!" I reply

Once again, I'm met with silence, by now I'm already starting to regret allowing him in here, reliving our...my past with him was not on my agenda for the night.

A/N: i do not own the song, it was sorry not sorry by demi Lovato