Lucas was starting to feel bad about it. It had been easy to trick her: spin a tale about his ex, make her open up about her own love life, ask her out 'to make them jealous'. Easy.
But then he saw how she looked at the boy she liked, how he looked at her when she unknowingly made lewd remarks.
He'd almost had second thoughts when he learned that Wednesday Addams was her roommate but he'd pressed on, too set on humiliating the outcasts for what they'd done at the statue unveiling.
And then? Then she had to go and be cool. They actually had a lot in common, interest wise, and he thought that maybe they could give things a shot. She might even get over that boy she liked.
Too bad his boys were on their way, and it was too late to stop them.
She asked him to dance and he agreed. It was simple, it was fun, and it almost let him forget what was about to happen. Even the Addams girl's weird dancing didn't ruin the fun.
He decided to text his friends, call the whole thing off, but then they texted first.
Lucas ran out on Enid, right after she asked him for another dance no less. He felt bad about that too, but it was better than staying and if he could talk his boys down she wouldn't have to know that he was just using her. Maybe then he could have a shot with her.
"Guys, I was thinking, that maybe this isn't such a good idea. I don't want my dad to get any blowback or anything, you know?"
"Dude, you're the whole reason we're even doing this! To get revenge on those freaks for nuking Crackstone's fountain!"
"Yea, don't tell me you've grown soft like Tyler. Come on, let's go. Come on."
Before he could even get a word in edgewise his friends where already pushing him back inside to watch. He really should have resisted, or at least left without incriminating himself by being one of only three people present not to get painted red, but the peer pressure got to him.
As soon as the chaos began he turned away, feeling too guilty to really look at it.
And afterwards, when they were packing up, Enid came out. She saw him and knew what he'd done, knew that he was responsible for it and that he'd used her to get in.
Lucas woke up in a cold sweat. He wasn't sure what had woken him up, but he quickly realized that his arms and legs had been tied to his bedposts. He tried to scream but only a low muffled sound got past whatever rag or sock had been placed in his mouth as a gag.
"Three strikes, Lucas."
He turned to see Wednesday Addams, standing next to his bed with his bedside lamp turned on just to show him her face.
"One I'll forgive, that beating I gave you was enough. Two is pushing it; I left your friend in that pillory, covered in vomit for any tourists and passersby to whiteness. The only reason you got away with just some puke on you was that you backed off the moment you knew Eugene was my friend.
"Even so I would have come for you later if I wasn't so busy.
"But then you go and hurt my roommate. Made her cry."
She didn't have to hammer it in; he knew he'd fucked up. He'd been an ass and had punished the whole school for what must have been the actions of just a few students.
Hearing all of it together though, every interaction he'd had with Wednesday before that night had been a mistake. He'd called her names just for attending the freak-school. He'd bullied another kid for the same...
Actually he'd bullied more than one or two. He'd harassed or beaten up any student of Nevermore that went to town alone. He'd been a real ass.
He looked up at Wednesday and knew that this was her revenge. She'd do something, something awful to him and he could only hope that it fit his crimes. Because if it didn't, if her vengeance was disproportional, she might just kill him.