"So, all this time it was Connor I fucked?" Camille asked, lying on her back next to me.

"Uh-huh." I replied, my voice just as blank as hers as we both stared up at the ceiling.

After a lot, lot, lot of explaining and shouting, I'd finally got through to my sister. Although it did take quite a bit to convince her she hadn't fucked Murphy, as she could be quite stubborn when she wanted. And to get her to believe me I'd had to go through everything they'd told me so far. But after it all we'd both fallen onto my bed, exhausted from the screaming, shouting, arguing - everything really. We'd never done it before, and I was actually grateful for that.

"Well, this is intense."

I moved up onto my forearms, narrowing my eye at her. "Intense?"

She nodded. "Yeah. What other words are there?"

"Uh, I don't know. Unlucky, fucked up, insane, a completely disaster..."

"Okay, okay I get it Grace!"

I sighed and fell onto my back again. "That's it then."

"What do you mean?" She asked, turning her head to face me.

"Well, I cant keep seeing Connor now, that wasn't the plan. And it's not like I can magically turn onto Murphy." I shrugged, also turning to face her.

A look of thought suddenly crossed her face. "Well,"

"Uh-uh, no way!" I objected, shaking my head.

"No, think about it," She shot up into a sitting position, looking down at me. "You don't have to switch onto Murphy."

I narrowed my eyes in curiosity, moving up onto my forearms again. "What do you mean?"

"Well, things seem to be going good with Connor. Just do to him what he did to me." She shrugged.

"What?!" I grimaced. "I'm not fucking Connor!"

"Why not?! There's nothing wrong with him!"

"Are you hearing yourself right now?!" I asked, rushing to my feet and turning to face her.

"Just hear me out Grace," She pleaded.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "Fine, I'll listen but that's it."

"Thank you. Look, you two are dating now..."

"We're not dating."

She rolled her own eyes. "You're dating, whether you like it or not. Can I finish now?"

I sighed. "Fine, continue."

"Thanks. As I said, now that you guys are dating things are still the same. The plan is a lot more simple now; Break his heart before he breaks yours. Make him love you, stick around long enough to keep him tied down, and then brake it all off at the last second. It's the worst thing ever, but it'll work." She finished. "So, what do you think?"

"I think you've lost it." I admitted, shaking my head.

"Oh c'mon Grace." She groaned, throwing her hands up in frustration.

"No, don't even try it. All I was supposed to do was screw over Murphy, but now you want me to screw over Connor? I didn't even wanna do this before, so why would I wanna do this now?!"

"Because, think about this Grace. It was Connor that did it to me, what makes you so sure he wouldn't have done it to you after you gave him the cookie? You know just as well as I do now that the chances of him doing that are higher now. And that gives you all the more reason to do this." She said, standing in front of me.

I sighed. "Camille, this is too far. To get him to actually fall for me, I'd have to do a lot. Like have sex with him and god-knows what else. I don't think I'm mentally ready for that kind of thing."

"You don't have to have sex with him Gracie, just give him enough to keep him coming. Drive him towards the edge and then pull back at the last second, make him want it. Then the more he's around you the easier it'll be, trust me." She smiled.

"Trust you? You want me to take relationship advice from someone who's longest relationship was a one-week fuck-fest at a married man's beach house?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"It was a week and a half, and I didn't know he was married!" She exclaimed, glaring. "And I might not know anything about relationships, but I know how to keep a guy coming back, how to drive him nuts. You listen to me and it'll work."

Sighing quietly to myself, I once again sat down on my bed, thinking it all through. I was pretty sure I was way in over my head, but what she was saying made sense. And the more I listened and pondered over it, the more she made sense. Connor had been sweet and kind to her in the beginning, then abandoned her once he'd had her. So when I thought it through, I knew he'd have done the same to me - had I given in at the beginning. Plus, I'd had this kind of thing done to me before, so for someone to plan on doing it to me again, it was like a sucker-punch to the stomach. And all of a sudden, my sadness turned to anger. He deserved to know how it felt, how his girls felt.

"Fine, I'll do it." I agreed.

She smiled widely, yanking me up from the bed to pull me into a tight hug.

"You're awesome sis!"

"I know." I said, pulling back. "But this isn't just about you anymore, this is about me too."

She nodded. "I know, and I completely understand."

"Thank you. Now get out, I have to get ready for school." I said, playfully shoving her.

"Okay, okay I'm going." She sang, heading towards the door. "Grace?"

I looked away from my wardrobe and at Camille, who looked strangely guilty.

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry...about everything. Pushing you into this, I didn't mean to make you miserable. We only have each other in this world, and I feel really bad that I did it to you. You're the last person I want to push away. Everyone hates me, I couldn't stand it if you looked at me the same way." She said.

The seriousness in her voice completely stunned me. She hardly every apologised to anyone, let alone me.

"It's okay Camille. Us against the world right?" I reassured, smiling slightly,

"Right." She winked, opening the door before leaving my room.

~...~...~...~...~...~

"Please god tell me you're joking?" Jade begged, staring at me with wide eyes.

"Nope," I confirmed, shaking my head. "I am all for it."

Turning up to school at 1:30 had been quite a hard thing to explain to my teachers, but it had been easy for me - especially with my lying ability. But as soon as I'd arrived, I'd told everything to Jade. Telling someone about this stuff really took a lot of the weight from my shoulders, and Jade was always willing to listen. And though I knew her reaction would be bad, it was one of the reasons I was friends with her. Her blunt words and the fact that she didn't beat around the bush about stuff.

"Grace," She whined, pouting like a child. "This is wrong."

"No." I said, shaking my head. "What he did was wrong, all I'm doing is teaching him a lesson. The lesson that he can't just bang his way through women without paying for it."

"Are you actually hearing you right now? Like, at all?"

I narrowed my eyes slightly, feeling a bit confused. "What?"

She rolled her eyes. "You sound exactly like Camille. All this talk of revenge and paying him a lesson. Two weeks ago and you wouldn't have given a shit."

"Well I wasn't seeing this guy two weeks ago. Look, judging by Camille's statistics it should be over in about three weeks. I'll still have enough time to study and spend time with you. Don't worry so much." I told her, nudging her shoulder lightly.

Jade sighed but nodded, smiling slightly. "Okay, but you better make time for me. Soul-mates don't just come around every day you know."

"I know." I laughed, pulling her into a one-armed hug that she returned.

"Hey Grace?"

"Yeah?"

"If you fuck him, let me know every explicit detail."

I playfully pushed her and rolled my eyes, both of us laughing.

~...~...~...~...~...~

Later on at night, I laid down on my bed, pondering over everything that had happened so far. The plan, finding out that Camille actually fucked Connor instead of Murphy, and getting myself into yet another insane revenge-plan. Anyone else would've said no at the beginning, told Camille which way to go and that she could do it all herself - but not me. Nope, I had an insane urge to please people. Saying no was actually hard for me, and I guess Camille knew it too. Or she was just really oblivious and thought I was doing it for my own satisfaction, which I wasn't.

A faint tapping sound reached my ears and I narrowed my eyes, rising from the bed and heading towards the window. It wouldn't have been Jade, she had her own key to my house. And I knew that Camille was out tonight working, so the only thing that came to mind was burglar or rapist. But then I realised, neither one would've been throwing stones at my window.

"Oh you've got to be kidding." I muttered, sliding the window open as I realised who the culprit was.

"Hey stranger." He greeted, leaning back against the car.

"What are you doing here Connor?"

He shrugged, glancing around the deserted street. "Thought I'd come an' see ye. Is dat so bad?"

"I guess not." I said, resting my hands on the edge of the window.

"So, ye fancy comin' out tonight?"

"I don't know, I'm a little tired out."

"Understandable," He nodded. "So why don' I come up?"

I smiled to myself, feeling a little tingly as I tried to push the feelings away. He was the one that hurt Camille, he was the one that bumped-and-dumped women without them knowing. So why was I still feeling so weird around him?.

"If I let you up, d'you promise not to try anything?" I asked, though I inwardly knew the answer.

"Can' promise dat lass." He grinned.

I dragged out a long loud sigh, tapping my fingernails against the bottom of the window. I already knew my answer, but teasing him was fun for me.

"Ye know, it's gettin' pretty chilly down 'ere."

I giggled to myself and nodded, patting the window with both hands. "C'mon up."

Author's Note:

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