Sorry I haven't updated as soon as I would have liked to! The soccer tournament took up all of my time and I couldn't really think of good ideas. Also, don't be surprised if this chapter and the ones on out turn out to be really spy-ish. I just finished Ally Carter's Heist Society and last night my friends and I had a spy-movie marathon. Just giving you heads-up on what to expect!

I decided that revenge would be subtle. I wasn't going to let Heather think that she really hurt me.

That is, until Heather decided that she wouldn't be.

The other day, I was surfing Facebook (a/n: Am I allowed to put this? Or is it breaking some rule? Please let me know!) when I found the link to Gwen Sheffield's stupid gossip blog, Santa Martina Scoop. Ugh. I hated how she spread all these rumors about kids at our school and started all of this unnecessary drama. Now, under normal circumstances, I would've completely ignored it.

But these weren't normal circumstances.

Definitely not normal.

The post read:

Check out my new blog post and find the latest juicy details of all that's happening at Santa Martina Upper School! Today's feature story is about the romance between Sammy Keyes and Casey Acosta.

I clicked on the link, furious. The blog read.

Is something sizzling between the outspoken Sammy Keyes and the popular Casey Acosta? Sure is! A reliable source tells Santa Martina Scoop that this summer, the two have hooked up and maybe even more. Our source tells us that "they went far beyond just kissing, if you know what I mean." Keep on reading Santa Martina Scoop in the future for more details about SMUS' hottest couple.

I felt like I was going to scream.

Reliable source? That smelled like Heather all over. She was the only one rotten enough to spread such a far-fetched rumor. Of course, she was referring to the time just a month weeks ago where we had to sleep in the same tent with three other girls and boys. Absolutely nothing happened. Zip. Nada.

I thought about chatting Gwen right now through Facebook and setting her story straight. But then, 10 of my "friends" chatted me at the same time saying things like "Is it true?" and "OMG!" Totally freaked out, I went offline and logged out.

So I called Casey. He had read the post, too, and was just as mad about it as I was, maybe even more. He agreed that it was Heather. I suggested posting that it was NOT true, but Casey said that it might just fuel the rumors even more.

So after I hung up, I decided one thing. Revenge was not going to be subtle.

No, it was going to be monumental.

I called Marissa and told her about my plan. She suggested that I have a revenge meeting at her house. I called a bunch of people to come and be a part of it.

At 3:30, I boarded over. I got one of the McKenze's "seminar whiteboards" and began writing out my plan before everyone came.

Casey arrived first. I was surprised to see Billy along with him.

"Hey, sorry, he wouldn't let me go unless I brought him." Casey apologized.

"I wanna do stuff!" He whined like a little kid and began bawling like one too. I cracked up. It's impossible not to crack up around Billy Pratt.

I was sort of disappointed that Dot and Holly couldn't come. Holly was super-busy at the dog groomers. So many dogs needed to be shaved of their winter coats for the blazing hot summer weather. Dot and her family went on vacation to Egypt. (At first I thought it was cool that she was going on a foreign vacation, but then I heard it was Egypt. And Egypt means mummies. And mummies do not bring back happy memories. Just ask Marissa.)

So I invited one of my new friends, Cricket Kuo. You, know, one of the girls present in the tent the night Casey and I "slept" with each other?

Everyone sat down in the McKenze's living room. I counted heads and realized that someone was missing. Oh yeah, it was-

"Sorry I'm late, my trainer ran practice longer." Carrie sauntered in, eyes glued to her cell phone. She threw her soccer bag in the corner of the room. It amazed me how she could have totally messy hair, sweat everywhere on her face, and be wearing un-flattering soccer clothes and still look supermodel gorgeous. She snapped her phone closed. "So, what's up?"

"Well, all of you guys here have faithfully volunteered to help me take revenge on my nemesis, Heather Acosta." I started. Everyone murmured in agreement and excitement.

"So, I've made a basic plan, but I need help finishing it up. My main goal is for Heather to confess to all of the crap she did to me this summer. So, here's prep. I pointed to Carrie's name, where under it I wrote "double-agent".

"Cool, so we're like spies now?" Billy exclaims. He starts singing the Mission: Impossible theme song.

"Sort of. Carrie, I know it's a lot to ask from you, but you will be helping me a ton. I want you to get close to the enemy. Find out her secrets."

"You mean like, hang out with her?" she says in disgust.

"Yeah, that's pretty much the gist of it."

"No way! I told myself I'm never going even close to the creeper again."

"I know, but you're the only person she won't suspect."

"Fine! But only because she blackmailed me and almost destroyed my life," Carrie says dramatically.

"Thanks! I owe you one."

"Don't mention it." She whips out her phone again and starts texting again.

"Ok, now on the main mission day. I've decided to wait until school starts." I point to the section I labeled for this part. I move my finger to the part where I wrote "Marissa- operations overseer", "Cricket- technology", and just Casey's name. I added in Billy's name below Casey's. "I don't know how, but I need someone to tear away Heather's groupies when the time comes. I was thinking that Casey should do this, but I don't see how he would."

"Easy. All of Heather's little followers are totally obsessed with him." Carrie says, not looking up from her phone. Casey throws me an uncomfortable glance. I mirrored his expression.

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"When you're me, you know these things."

"Ok then." I move on to explain the other people's parts. I end up writing "distraction #1" under Casey's name and "distraction #2" under Billy's.

I was exhausted after I finished. Everyone started to file out.

"Hey, Marissa! I hear from my boy Casey that someone likes you." Billy teases. Marissa's face goes beet-red.

"Do you know who it is?"

"I do, but I'm not telling you!" He says this in a way that a first-grader would.

"Oooh, do you think it's Danny, Marissa?" Cricket asks.

"I don't know! I hope so!" Her eyes go all dreamy.

After all that happened today, I knew one thing was true: I couldn't wait to go back to school.