I couldn't sleep Wednesday night. Not at all. Grams went into her room around 9, thinking that I was asleep.

But I wasn't.

I was just laying on Grams' couch, Dorito snuggled next to me. I couldn't believe that our plan was going into action tomorrow. We had planned it so long ago that I was starting to think that it was never real all along. Despite this, the avengement was as real as Marissa's obsession with softball and video games.

At first I thought I was ready. I had planned everything so precise I swear it was flawless. But then my mind went crazy and thought of all of the worst-possible scenarios. I kept trying to tell myself that they would never happen.

But not everything I planned turned out exactly the way I wanted it to.

I had to be ready, though. I had a whole crew behind me that was ready, even if I wasn't.

I got to school early, talked to my crew and for the rest of the school day, everything seemed to run pretty smoothly. The avengement would happen at the end of the day, after school.

I hid behind some lockers as Casey went up to Heather and her stupid cronies.

"Hey girls," he said, convincingly. Almost too convincingly. I was going to be sick.

"Hey Casey!" they (excluding Heather, of course) swooned, batting their eyelashes.

"Girls, let's get away from this loser," Heather snorted. She attempted to pull her group, but they just wouldn't budge.

Billy walked up to Heather, right on cue. "Heather wearing leather with a feather! I need to tell you something." I almost laughed out loud at Billy's nickname. I stopped myself just in time.

"What?" she said in a snotty tone. "I don't have time for this."

"Oh so you don't want to know that Jason McDaniel wants to talk to you?" Billy mocked. Jason McDaniel was apparently a guy Heather had a crush on. Just a little factoid, courtesy of Carrie Stevens.

"WHAT?" Heather screamed. "Take me to him!" she commanded.

"Geez, no need to go all girly-girl on me." Billy said. But he lead Heather away, anyway, just the way we planned.

Casey lead Heather's cronies away, laughing with them, yet again very convincingly.

I ran through the passageways that I had discovered lead faster to the alley of the abandoned building a few buildings away from the school. I got there before Heather and Billy.

"Billy, where is Jason?" Heather said impatiently.

"Jason? Now why would Jason be here? I have to go pour cement." He runs off, right past me.

"Billy! Come back here!" she yelps. But she realizes that he's way too far away to actually catch him. So she just groans and whines and mumbles "idiot" under her breath.

Right on cue, I step out. Now, at this point in the game I'm feeling quite woozy and doozy and all of the other –oozys out there. But I couldn't' let Heather see my nervousness.

"Hello, Heather." I start.

"What are you doing here, you ignorant has-been?"

"Funny. I was just about to ask you that same question." I glared.

"What do you want, loser?"

"I know what you did."

She sneered. "What are you going to do about it?"

I ignored her question. "So, you did set me up to see Casey "cheating" on me? And you did spread rumors that Casey and I slept together?"

She snorted. "You two probably did anyway. My brother's so thick-headed he'd probably do it with a porker like you."

"So you admit you did all of those things?"

"Of course. Now, why do you keep on asking me?"

"Because I want to make it clear. Just so I can let the whole world know. I'm videotaping your words as we speak."

She didn't say anything. She just growled. Yes, actual growlage. Her breath stank sooo bad. It was a familiar scent to me, but I couldn't place it right then and there. Besides, she was baring her teeth.

And then to match her tiger-attitude, she lunged.

I followed the plan. I ran my fastest to the side of the building. A rappelling cord came flying down from the top of the abandoned building. I unzipped my jacket and revealed the rock-climbing harness underneath.

Just as I was about to hook my harness to the cord, Heather grabbed me with those claws of hers. She dragged me to the center of the alley just as the rappelling cord rose up.

My only escape.

Gone.

The only thing left to do was to face her. Either that, or get away. And those chances didn't seem too good considering the fact that her face and her body looked ready to strike. She grabbed my arm like a tourniquet and dragged me over to a pile of bricks. She threw one of them with her stupid precision and hit an old surveillance video camera on the wall of the building behind me. I almost cracked up, knowing that she killed the wrong video camera. But then I remembered my aching arm and bounced back to reality.

She was going to hit me with those bricks.

I had to make my move before she picked up a brick. I moved her hand out of the way and grabbed the hand she had glued to my arm. Then, I dragged her back to the center of the alley.

I was feeling pretty confident about that move.

That was, until Heather sent a blow right at the center of my head. I cursed silently for being so stupid. My head was throbbing and spinning.

But I couldn't let her think that she had actually hurt me. I told myself to suck it up and aimed my fist for her stomach.

Then I struck.

It was a pretty good blow, because she doubled over, groaning and cursing four-letter words Grams would have a heart-attack to if I said them in front of her.

The pain in my head felt better after that. But then she punched me, hard into my shoulder. I gritted my teeth, letting out a little shriek and kicked her in the shoulder so that she toppled on the ground.

The pain in my head was really starting to kick in now. I started to feel really weak and my vision got blurry. But I had to keep fighting. Heather would not win.

I took advantage of her unfortunate (for her!) position on the ground. I kicked her shin, and she lunged blindly for me in pain. She managed to get a good punch on my thigh, but the toughest part on my body hardly felt a thing.

But my head was feeling something, and it wasn't pretty. Then, a soccer uniform-clad figure stepped in and saved the day.

Carrie was panting, out of breath. "I got here as soon as I could. The soccer meeting met late again." She seemed to notice the brawl between Heather and me.

Heather let go of her death-grip on my leg. "Thank goodness you're here, Carrie. This little freak-face was trying to get stupid revenge on me." She walked over, holding her stomach, to deliver one last punch to my face.

"You touch one more hair on her head, I'm sending all of your "private" stuff to everyone you know. It only takes one push of a button." Carrie held out her $300 phone.

"You hear that, ugly?" Heather sneered into my face. I spat, right onto the center of her face.

"You pig! How dare you!" She lifted up her fist again.

But Carrie managed to butt at the perfect time again. "How dare you, Heather, try and blackmail me. You almost about killed everything I've worked for in life. You think that I was just going to "magically" be your friend after all the shit you put me through? We you're wrong. W-R-O…" she hesitated, trying to remember the correct spelling. "N-G! So let Sammy go and I won't send to everyone in the 8th grade that you like Jason McDaniel, still wet your bed, and that you are banned from all of In-and-Outs known to man!"

I would've cracked up any other day. But my head still hurt soooo much.

I managed to kick her other leg one more time. Heather half-limped, half-ran to Carrie, and whipped Carrie's phone out of her hands all before Carrie and I could even react. She hopped into that same stupid blue convertible she had escaped in the night I fixed things with Casey.

After seeing the car, I had a revelation. A discovery. It was kind of weird, and far-fetched, but if there was the slimmest chance that it was true, Heather would be in deep doggy-doodoo. Maybe this was just something that happens to people when they're on the verge of fainting. Or maybe it was just my screwed-up mind doing its screwy stuff again.

Whatever it was, I couldn't comprehend it long enough. I muttered out nonsense things like "Sheffield" and "breaking the law" and "Officer Borsch!" It wouldn't be until later that I would realize that those words made perfect sense.

Just as I was about to pass out, I heard my name screamed by Carrie, and a male voice far away. I wasn't sure. Everything was blurry. I saw the blue convertible stop. Everything stopped.

And then everything turned black.