Sweet Revenge: Part II
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Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter. I had it typed and
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"Those who are most alike have the most conflict"
Daisy Lipenowski
*In Peter's Office*
"And after you finish kitchen duty, you will do some errands for me, got it?"
Shelby looked up at Peter. "I didn't mean to trip to her," she said innocently.
"I find that hard to believe," said Peter.
Shelby sat up. "Okay, so what? I tripped her. It was a harmless joke. Why do I
have to get shuns for sticking my foot out?"
"It was more than that, Shelby. Earlier you teased her about not making
accomplishments. Then you teased her about her weight. And to make it even worse,
you tripped her in front of everybody." Peter stated.
Shelby rolled her eyes. "It's not my fault Juliette's a wimp."
There was a pregnant pause. Then Peter looked up.
"Juliette is alot stronger than you think," he finally said.
Shelby laughed. "Doubtful, very doubtful." she simply said.
Peter sighed. "Shelby, Juliette is a person. Just like you, me, and everyone else
here. She has feelings like any other human being. That's what I'd like you to think
about."
Shelby looked confused. "I have to have 'quality thinking time' and the other stuff
you assigned me for shuns?" she asked.
Peter thought for a moment. Then he looked at Shelby again. "No," he answered.
"Your punishment is I want you to think about the things you did to Juliette. And the fact
that she is a person, like you. After you have given this thought, I want a 1000 word
essay."
Shelby looked shocked. "That's it? No running errands or kitchen duty?" she asked.
"That's it," Peter replied. "It is harder than you think, though." he added.
"I think I can handle it," Shelby easily stated.
"Okay, you can go now," Peter told her.
Shelby got up and walked over to the door, still not getting over how easy her
punishment was.
"And Shelby?" Peter asked.
Shelby turned around, a scowl on her face. "You changed your mind, didn't you?"
Shelby guessed.
Peter laughed. "No, I just..." he trailed off for a moment. "Cut Juliette some slack,
will you?" he finished.
Shelby rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she muttered.
Peter looked slightly disappointed but he forced a smile. "Alright, leave before I do
change my mind." he ordered jokingly.
Shelby smirked and then left Peter's office.
*Outside Peter's Office*
Shelby walked out of Peter's office with a smile on her face. She couldn't believe
how easy she got off. She turned around to see Scott behind her.
"So, uh, how bad is it?" he asked.
Shelby grinned. "I have to write an essay," she simply stated.
Scott's eyes went wide. "That's it?" he asked, surprised.
"Yep," Shelby smiled.
"Wow, you're lucky." he told her.
Shelby rolled her eyes. "It wasn't a big deal to begin with," she said.
Scott shrugged. He knew not to say anything in Juliette's defense; Shelby would
bite his head off. "So since you're not gonna be busy or anything, you wanna meet me
at the docks tonight?" he asked flirtateously.
Shelby's smile turned into a frown. "Can't. I have to finish my biology homework,"
she said sadly.
Scott's face dropped. "Okay, maybe tomorrow." he suggested.
Shelby gave a small smile. "Yeah," she replied.
Scott then smiled at her. "Well, I'll see you later." he told her.
"Yeah...later," she said quietly as he turned and walked away.
Juliette laughed, watching Shelby be left alone like that. She had seen the whole
thing. She turned with her back to the wall. "When I get through with Shelby she'll be
begging for ME to be her friend, she'll be so desperate." Juliette said aloud. She looked
at Shelby once again. "You're gonna be sorry you were ever mean to me," she
threatened to Shelby's back.
-Later that Day-
*In the Lodge*
Juliette casually strolled into the lodge. She was on a mission: she was trying to
find Scott. She peeked into the room to see Scott sitting by himself on the couch, writing
in his journal. "Perfect," she thought to herself.
She flaunted in the room with easy strides. "Scott!" she exclaimed in a perky voice.
Scott looked up from his journal. "Oh, hey Juliette," he said in a bored voice.
"Whatcha doin?" she asked, ignoring his tone.
"Just writin," he answered.
Juliette pretended to be shocked. "What? You're not with Shelby?" she asked,
surprised.
"She had stuff to do," Scott simply answered.
"Oh. I guess I should I have known. She's always trying to avoid talking to you,"
Juliette shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. She smiled as Scott quickly looked up from
his journal. "Now he's paying attention to me," she thought to herself.
"What are you talking about?" Scott asked angrily.
"Come on, Scott. Why do you think she's always turning your little 'get-togethers'
down?"
Scott looked dumbfounded for a second. But then he quickly shook his head.
"She's busy. That's it. Get it through your head!" he yelled at Juliette. Then he got up
from the couch, fuming.
As he turned to leave, Juliette grabbed his arm. Scott looked surprised. "Scott, you
have to face reality. Shelby doesn't trust you. You can't ignore the truth," she said
sympathetically.
Scott was quiet for a minute. Then he finally looked at Juliette again, but he didn't
say anything.
"You need someone who trusts you, that will talk to you, and not make excuses for
everything." Juliette said quietly.
Scott's eyes then had angry slits in them. "Is that what this is about? You're telling
me all this stuff about Shelby so I'll come crawling to you?" Scott yelled.
Juliette quickly shook her head. "No Scott. We're over. I'm just trying to be a friend
here," she truthfully answered. "Just think about what I said. Maybe then you'll see
Shelby for what she is," she added.
Scott looked at the floor.
"Bye," she whispered. And she left a confused Scott by himself, to think about
Shelby.
*Girls Dorm*
Juliette slyly peeked into the window of the girls's dorm. "Yes!" she whispered..
Daisy was sitting on her bed, reading her tarot cards...by herself. Juliette couldn't
believe how much luck she was having. "I guess Shelby is destined for a rude
awakening," she thought to herself. She laughed at the thought. Then she took a deep
breath and slowly opened the door to the dorm. "Hi Daisy!" she squealed.
Daisy barely looked up. "What do you want?" she asked rudely.
Juliette ignored her rudeness. "What are you doin?" she asked.
"Knitting a sweater," Daisy sarcastically answered.
Juliette giggled. "That's funny, Daisy," she said in between laughs.
"Oh yes, my mission in life:to make you laugh," Daisy joked.
Juliette smirked. "Anyways, why are you sitting by yourself?" she asked.
Daisy looked up. "To mope about my so called life," she said in a creepy voice.
Juliette rolled her eyes. "No, seriously. Where's Shelby? Why aren't you with her?"
she asked.
"Juliette, are you so desperate for a friend that you came to me?" Daisy snapped.
"No," Juliette answered quickly. "I just saw you in here by yuorself and I was
wondering why you aren't hanging out with Shelby or something," she finished.
"For your information, Shelby is writing an essay," Daisy stated.
"Oh," Juliette said quietly. "I guess she's with Scott right now because she's done
with her paper," she continued.
Daisy looked up. "Yeah, I guess," she agreed.
"Man, it seems like that's all she ever does," said Juliette.
Daisy looked confused. "What?" she asked.
"You know, in her free time she's always with Scott or always talking about Scott...
it's like that's all she cares about," Juliette answered simply.
Daisy just looked at her.
Juliette kept talking. "I mean, every time you and Shelby talk, it's about Scott...am I
right?"
Daisy just looked away.
"The truth hurts, Daisy," Juliette said in a small voice. "But the truth is, Shelby only
cares about her precious Scott. She's just using you for advice," she added.
Dasiy blinked and Juliette thought she saw a tear in her eye.
"I say, you find a friend you likes you for YOU," Juliette advised.
It was quiet for a few seconds. Then Juliette broke the silence. "Well, I gotta go
but I'll talk to you later," she said in a perky voice, like nothing had happened.
After she was out of Daisy's earshot, Juliette began laughing hysterically. "This is
too much fun," she thought to herself. "Well, let's go see waht other damage I can do
to Shelby's life," she said aloud. She laughed again and left the girls's dorm to continue
turning everyone against Shelby.
*Outside*
Shelby smiled as she finished writing the final word on her essay. "Done," she said
happily, to no one in particular. She glanced around the playing area. "I guess I'll go find
Scott or Daisy," she thought to herself.
She looked over to the docks to see Scott sitting there alone.
Shelby grinned. "Looks like I can take him up on his offer," she thought.
She slowly walked over to the docks, unbeknowst to Scott.
As she quietly tiptoed behind him, she made her move.
She thrust her arms around his neck and lightly kissed him on the cheek. "Hey
there," she whispered.
Scott just looked up at her with a look of almost hatred on his face.
Shelby quickly pulled her arms away, confused. "Scott, what's wrong?" she asked
in a concerned voice.
"Let's talk, Shelby," Scott suggested somewhat angrily.
"Okay, about what? Elayne? Your dad...?" Shelby asked.
Scott shook his head. "No, let's talk about you for once," Scott almost ordered.
Shelby looked slightly scared. "Me?" she asked.
Scott nodded. "What's on your mind, Shel? You wanna tell me? Are you thinking
about me? Us? Walt? The guys you slept with?" he asked forwardly.
Shelby's head shot up. "What kind of question is that?" she asked angrily.
"It's a question, Shelby. So, are you gonna be honest for once and tell me how
you're feeling?" Scott questioned.
"I feel really confused right now. That's how I feel," Shelby honestly answered.
"Tell me, Shelby. Tell me everything. Tell me about your past, how you feel about it,
how you feel about me, even how you feel about life!" Scott commanded.
Shelby took a step back, scared. 'Why are you asking me this?" she asked quietly.
Scott ignored her question. "Tell me," he repeated.
Shelby didn't say a word. She couldn't. She didn't know what to say.
Scott finally spoke. "I knew it. You can't do it, can you?" he asked.
Shelby slowly shook her head.
Scott ran his fingers through his hair. "That's what I thought," he almost whispered.
And then, he was gone.
Shelby watched him as he walked away. "What just happened?" she asked herself.
What she needed right now was some advice. She knew what she had to do. She then
stepped off the docks and headed to the girls's dorm to find Daisy.
*In the Girls Dorm*
Shelby burst through the door to the dorm, not even bothering to knock. She let out
a sigh of relief when she saw that Daisy was the only one in the room.
Daisy looked up, her eyes red from crying.
Shelby didn't even notice. "Daisy, you would NOT believe what just happened. See,
I saw Scott on the docks so I..."
Daisy interrupted her. "You wanna know what I did today, Shelby?" Daisy asked.
Shelby stopped talking. "Uh, I was kinda talking to you," Shelby replied.
Daisy shook her head. "No. YOU came busting through here, about to have a panic
attack over, surprise, surprise, Scott," Daisy said in an angry voice. "And you expect ME
to comfort you, to tell you it's gonna be alright. You're gonna want advice. What about
what I want, Shelby?" she asked.
Shelby's eyes widened. "Daisy, I just wanted to talk to you about..."
Daisy interrupted her again. "About Scott. That's all you care about." she stated.
"How about YOU figure out what to do. Because I'm NOT going to be used for giving
advice. So looks like you might actually have to solve your own so called 'problem'."
Daisy finished with one more remark. "Because I'm through with helping you,"
And Shelby was left by herself, yet again. And for the first time in a long time, she
felt alone.
*By the Front Desk*
"But Peter," Juliette whined.
"But nothing," Peter interrupted. "You will greet the visitors and you will find a
student to give them the tour," he added.
"Why do I have to do this?" Juliette asked curiously.
Peter patted her on the shoulder. "Because we are very busy today and it'll be a good
way for you to brush up on your social skills," he replied.
Juliette groaned. "You're telling me every single counselor, staff member, and
whoever else is too busy to do this?" she asked.
Peter nodded. "I wouldn't ask you if I didn't need you," he stated.
Juliette sighed. "Okay, what do I do?" she asked.
"Alright, it's easy. All you do is help answer the phone if it rings and just give it to
Katherine and she'll take over," Peter explained.
"Sounds easy," Juliette commented.
"But that's not your job," he finished. "If any visitor comes, you will find out their
name, why they're here, etc. Then, if they request a meeting with me, explain to them
that I'm sorry but today is not a good day, but they can check back tomorrow. If they're
still not satisfied, get a student to give them the tour. Then, just give them my number
and that's it." Peter looked at Juliette. "Alright?" he asked.
"I can do it," she replied.
Peter smiled. "I know you can. Now Juliette, this rarely happens, but sometimes
unwanted visitors try to come in," he said seriously.
Juliette laughed. "Like physco killers?" she asked jokingly.
Peter didn't laugh. "We've never had a problem with strangers wandering in.
However, we have with parents. Alot of students here have admitted to abuse they have
received from their parents. Sometimes these parents try and visit with the kids. Now,
since some of these students haven't turned their parents in, you can't kick anyone out
without them showing some idenification. So, for safety precautions, I have made a list
of students who have admitted to receiving this abuse and the name of the parent/parents
who have supposedly abused them in some way." Peter explained. He pointed to a piece
of paper. "This is it right here,"he pointed out.
Juliette nodded. "So I just ask him or her to leave if they're on this list?" she asked.
"Yes," Peter answered. "Just tell them that I'll get back to them," he added.
"Got it," Juliette answered confidently.
"Use your judgement, Juliette. If a person looks suspicious, don't be afraid to ask
them to leave," Peter informed her.
"Okay, okay, I understand," Juliette insisted.
Peter smiled. "Alright. I doubt you'll have many visitors anyways. Thank you for
helping me, Juliette." Peter thanked her.
Juliette grinned. "No problem, Peter."
As Peter turned to leave, he thought twice and looked back at Juliette. "I trust you
and your judgement. Don't let me down." And then he turned and walked out of the
visitors's area.
-Later-
*At the Front Desk*
"This is so boring," Juliette thought to herself. She hadn't had a single visitor in the
two hours she'd been on duty. She was about to go get a drink of water when the door
opened.
Juliette anxiously peeked over the desk to see who it was.
In stepped a man. His hair was slightly gray and Juliette guessed he was in his
late fourties. He had these intense brown eyes that seemed to be staring her down. He
freaked her out. But Juliette pushed her fears aside.
"Hi there, Welcome to Horizon," she greeted with fake enthusiam.
The mysterious man barely moved.
"Okay...um, can I ask why you're here?" she asked.
The man finally spoke. "I'm here to see my daughter," he explained.
Juliette looked at him questioningly. "And what's your daughter's name?" she asked
"Shelby, Shelby Merrick," the man replied in a hoarse voice.
Juliette's jaw dropped. "Was this Shelby's stepfather?" she wondered. She gulped.
"And your name?" she questioned.
The man heisitated for a second. The he finally answered. "Walter Blaine," he
replied.
Juliette took a deep breath as she stared at the list Peter had given her. Sure
enough, on the middle of the page, was the name "Walter Blaine".
She thought for a moment. "I have to ask him to leave; he's on the list," But then
she thought of something else. "If you do this, you could get Shelby back for everything
she's done. You could get that sweet revenge you've always wanted," Juliette pondered
each of these thoughts until she heard Shelby's stepfather cough. That snapped her back
to reality. She looked at the so called "monster" as Shelby called him, and realized he
had been waiting for an answer.
"Yes, Mr. Blaine," Juliette started.
Although a million voices in her head were screaming at her to stop, Juliette ignored
them, a smile playing at her lips. "Yes, Shelby is in the girls's dorm right now. Here, I'll
show you where it is..."
TO BE CONTINUED