Mia, Julian, and I drove up to the security booth.
"We're here to see Kara Sinclair," I barked. I handed the bald guard (who looked like a walking advertisement for steroids) my driver's license. His eyes bulged.
"V-very well, Miss," he replied, his voice quaking. I'd like to think that it was my usual intimidating self, but it was actually my last name which had that effect on people. Typical. One glance at my ID, and that intimidating guard transformed into a stuttering kitten.
The guard opened the barrier gates, and I slid my Mercedes through. As luck would have it, I nabbed a primo parking spot. Too bad we weren't going to be there for long…
After locking my car, I quickly inspected my hair and face in the side mirror. Having a single flaw would provide my enemies with all the fodder they needed in a showdown. Luckily, I looked flawless. On the outside, of course. My inside… let's just say that some people think I'm the best damn thing that ever walked upon this green earth, and others would do anything, absolutely anything at all, to see me fall.
But enough of that. I snapped out of my thoughts and focused on the task at hand: wrangling a confession from Kara. That was my plan A. If things went well, my plan B wouldn't be needed…
Mia led the way to the gym, where the cheerleaders would be practicing. I opened the door a crack, ensuring that Kara was right where I expected her to be. With my shoulders pulled back and my head held high, I strode through the Hearst High gymnasium like I owned it. Which I could have if I really wanted to, but who wants to buy a piece of shit like Hearst High?
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kara stewing.
"What are you doing here?" she snapped.
I walked up to her, closing the distance between us.
"The better question is, what are you doing, framing my classmate like that?" I dropped my tone to a near whisper. "Did you seriously think that no one would find out? Oh, poor little desperate Kara, always forgetting the minor details. So, Kara, why would you do it? Jealousy? Another one of your almost-decent revenge schemes?" My eyes glimmered with venom as Kara started to spew in rage.
"Your stupid friend has wrecked my cheer practices for the last time. If she gets suspended for pulling down a fire alarm at your school… who's gonna say that it's my fault? I was at cheer practice the whole time, and my squad will back that up." Kara glared at her squad, whose faces were filled with fear. As Mia looked at the eyes of her former teammates, a look of sadness darted across her features as she remembered that Kara had treated her exactly the same way before she joined my school.
I made a mental note to treat her to a spa weekend later. I couldn't stand to see my best friend so sad.
"You'll never be able to prove that it was me." Kara hissed.
"Oh, really? I think I just did." I snickered. I waved my phone, which was still recording every word we said, at her. "Later, bitch."
After double-checking that my phone was intact and still with me, I strode out of the room with Mia and Julian.
Later, after we were in the car, Julian asked "I don't get it. How did Kara confess?"
I smirked. "She described the crime, even though I never told her what she supposedly did."
