I know…I've been MIA for a while now. Thank you for being patient and I'm working on Unexpected Guest right now. I have special stuff in the bottom A/N, so stay for that. : )

This is kind of a song-fic to Taylor Swift's Better Than Revenge. I was inspired, so no lyrics included. Feel free to listen on YouTube, though,

Disclaimer: I don't own Virals, Taylor, or Better Than Revenge.

"Mhm, whatever Jason." I teased as we walked down the hall to English class.

"Come on, Tory! It's totally legit."

"Your baby sister ate your copy of The Giver? How do you expect me to believe that?"

"She eats everything and anything, seriously. Please let me borrow yours?" Jason begged. I rolled my eyes.

"She's three. And what am I going to read?" I laughed lightly.

"I don't know…a book?" Jason was clearly getting desperate.

"That's what started this discussion in the first place." I grinned wickedly. I was so not letting him win.

"Okay. Let me sit by you, at least? I can ask Miss Furdella for a new book tomorrow."

"Why don't you ask her today?" I saw his distressed face and caved…by two percent.

"Fine, let me think about it…" I joked. We turned a corner and ran straight into the Tripod.

"Great," I muttered.

"Jason!" Madison chirped. I stepped back watched in disgust as she latched onto his arm like a hungry leech.

"Let's go to class!" She pulled him away to English, our first period. I rolled my eyes before walking in behind them.

Shifting my backpack to a more comfortable position on my shoulder, I walked through the open doorway to English class. I passed Jason at his desk, dropping down just enough to whisper, "Ask your girlfriend for a book." I then walked on past to my seat, three and one two the right.

Hi and Shelton crowded around my locker as I unloaded my backpack from last period.

"I don't see why you care, Tor. It's not like you're dating the fool." Hiram drawled as he leaned against the locker next to mine. I finished tucking in my Biology book before grabbing my sweater from its hook.

"I don't care that she's all lovey-dovey on Jason, dude. What I care about is that she thinks…that life is a giant invite list and she's on there, front and center and in curly, cursive font!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up.

"It's Madison, a Tri-Pod girl. Of course she's going to think it's all about her." Shelton said slowly. Just then, the devil herself came walking by.

Her hot pink lips were in their permanent pout and her uniform was...less than classy. She looked like some Victoria Secret's model thrown out of school…for idiots, that is. My eyes roved from the ginormous purse hanging on one arm over her sickening see-through blouse to the other arm…which was clinging to a larger, tanner, muscled arm. My eyes went slowly up, until they landed on Ben's face. Which was PO'd and freaked.

"Oh, that's it!" I growled, grabbing Hi and Shelton by the collar and dragging them out. "You. Are. Going. To. Help. Me. Kill her."

"It looks pretty simple…a few wires and cables." Shelton mumbled.

"How are you going to plant it on her though, Tor?"

"Oh, that's easy. I have gym with her tomorrow, fourth period. Tuck it into her blouse collar, done."

"Don't you guys have dodge ball tomorrow?"

"Ha, even better." I smirked. "So, you can do it, Shelton?"

"Oh, yeah. I have announcements* tomorrow afternoon, anyway. Twist in the cable, do the announcements, and voila."

"Okay, cool. My locker is the one next to her, and during last period lockers, that's her "Harass Victoria" time. This should work. I'll send you a text when she's going off at me, kay?"

"Perfect."

"…Can I ask something?" Hi said tentatively.

I nodded. "Sure."

"Why'd you freak so much when you saw Ben in Madison's death trap?"

I snarled lightly. "Because, remember when she called us every name in the book? If she hates us so much, why was she clinging to Blue like he was the last pair of stilettos in the world?"

"She does that because she wants to get under your skin, Tory." Hi said.

"And you're letting her." Shelton finished.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. Well then…

"Victoria…sweetie…" Madison curled against her open locker door. "How's your mom…oh wait, you don't have a mommy, do you?" She crooned.

I avoided swinging my own open locker door at her face. Hidden behind the door, I sent an already typed text to Shelton.

"I hear you're still hanging with those dirty island boys. That doesn't surprise me. I mean, that's the best you can do, right?"

I bit back a sharp remark by reminding myself that this whole plan could be blown by one nasty word. This would be better than any cutting insult. The PA ahead cackled.

"Goood Afternoon, Bolton Prepers! Just a reminder that tomorrow is the due date for any money owed to the school…" Shelton was announcing across the school, just in time. I could practically see him leaning against the office wall, PA phone in hand*, talking coolly and confidently.

"…That's it, folks. Have a good evening and remember your dues!" As the talking subsided, Madison continued "tormenting" me.

"You think you're so great, don't you, Red? 'Cause your daddy works at Loggerhead. Well, you're not! You're just another dirty low-living islander, like those boys you hang out with. This life isn't for you, Hun; we're connected, attractive, and important."

Then why were you clinging onto Ben yesterday? I thought.

Unknown to Madison, her voice was doubling across school. Every little insult, heard on every ear on campus. Yup, even on the outdoor speakers.

People were beginning to turn now, looking for the attraction. And they found her, obliviously insulting and pointing her stupid little finger at me. I heard murmurs, and I swallowed back a grin. It was working! They were hearing Ms. Perfect and imperfect personality.

I saw Madison's blue eyes widen, her mouth form a circle, as she began to realize the echoes of her voice. The mic had picked up her words. From under her collar, it could hear even her rushed, whispered, affronts. She backed up, put her hands down, and turned. A third of the school, the ones still at their lockers, were staring. I felt a rush of satisfaction at Madison's blush.

This. Was. Frickin'. Awesome!

Class doors were opening and curious heads were poking out. Madison turned back to me.

"Y-You…you freaking witch! This is not over!" She cried (still on the PA). As the teachers came out, stern faces plastered on, Madison broke into fake sobs. Soon, the principal was next to me. I heard the beep of the PA being deactivated.

"Miss Madison…" the Principal started.

"That wasn't me, sir! She framed me! I would never say that…not to my best friend, Tory!" Madison squeaked.

"Oh, really?" I said.

"Yeah? I can argue that." Hi said, popping up from behind a recycling bin, holding his iPhone, which held a video of the whole fiasco.

"Madison, my office, now." Principals said in that stern, annoying, halting voice all principals use when someone was in trouble.

I grinned. I love revenge.

After a long, complicated confession of our evil mastermind plan of exposing the true Madison, Principal let Hi, Shelton, and I go with the promise that we won't ever mess with school property again. Hey, we knew we couldn't get away without some deal or punishment. I'm just glad we weren't in trouble for overloading the PA system.

"That was awesome! Thank you guys!" I screamed, once we were outside Bolton's fence. I hugged Hi and high-fived Shelton.

"I loved it! It actually worked!" Hi yelled.

"And we have a video of it, to watch over and over and over!" I shrieked.

"She deserved it!" Shelton said.

"Got that right." I turned with a start at the intruding voice. Ben was there, hands stuffed in his pockets. "Good job, guys."

"Thanks, dude!" Shelton smirked. Ben clapped both boys on the back, loudly. As they groaned in pain, Ben turned to me.

"Nice work, Tory." He said. Short, but definitely sweet. At least, in my book.

"Thanks." And because I was euphoric over my success (not for any other reason, no way…), I reached over and hugged him.

I let go after a few elongated seconds and turned back to the Pack. "We got the last word!"

"Finally." Shelton agreed.

We stood silent as I saw Madison, sniffling and raccoon-eyed, dragging her backpack across campus. As she passed us, I smiled sweetly.

"Love you, Maddie!" I blew her a kiss and a wave.

I wouldn't forget that growl she gave me.

Revenge is sweet. And I'm the best at it.

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