Jessica Davis sat on the edge of her bed, scrolling through her phone and grinning to herself. It had been a long year—a very long year—but finally, she felt like she was in control again. The world had dealt her a crappy hand, but she had played it, survived it, and now she was ready for payback. The words from Taylor Swift's "Karma" echoed in her mind: "Karma is my boyfriend, karma is a god." That was it exactly. Karma had a way of catching up to people, and for once, it was on her side.
She tossed her phone onto the bed and stood up, her grin widening. Tonight was going to be interesting. The plan she had been working on with Clay Jensen, Tony Padilla, and Alex Standall was finally set in motion. They had decided to go after the people who had hurt them—who had hurt all of them. It wasn't about vengeance in a dark, twisted way; it was about justice. And maybe a little bit of satisfaction. Okay, maybe a lot of satisfaction.
Jessica checked herself in the mirror, straightening her jacket. She looked good, confident—ready to face whatever came next. The old Jessica, the one who let people walk all over her, was gone. This Jessica was fierce. She didn't let anything—or anyone—get in her way.
Her phone buzzed again, this time with a message from Tony.
Tony: We're ready. You coming?
Jessica smiled, typing back a quick response.
Jessica: On my way.
At Monet's, the group had gathered in their usual corner booth. Clay was nervously tapping his fingers on the table, his brow furrowed as he glanced around the room. Tony sat beside him, calm and collected as always, though there was a spark of something fierce in his eyes. Across from them, Alex was staring into his coffee, clearly lost in thought, while Justin Foley leaned back in his chair, watching Jessica approach with a smirk.
"Well, well," Justin said as she slid into the booth next to him. "Looks like you're ready for war."
Jessica shrugged, smirking. "More like a reckoning. Everyone who messed with us is about to get what's coming to them."
Clay shifted uncomfortably, glancing between Jessica and the rest of the group. "Are we sure about this? I mean, what if this blows up in our faces?"
Tony shot Clay a reassuring look. "It won't. We've covered our tracks. Trust me, Clay, this is the right move."
Jessica leaned forward, her eyes glinting with determination. "We've played nice for too long. We've given them all chances to change, and they didn't. Now it's our turn."
Alex looked up from his coffee, his expression dark. "I'm in. We need to do this."
Justin chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, if Alex is in, then I guess it's official. Let's burn it all down."
Their first target? Montgomery de la Cruz and Diego Torres. After everything Monty had done, after the lies and the violence, the group had decided it was time for him to face some karma. And Diego? He had made Jessica's life hell last year, and she wasn't about to let him walk away unscathed.
Jessica and Alex had come up with a plan that was both simple and effective: they were going to sabotage Monty and Diego's social standing. It wasn't violent, but it was humiliating—and in high school, humiliation was often worse than any physical punishment.
The plan involved a series of fake texts, rumors, and strategically placed "evidence" that would make Monty and Diego look like complete idiots in front of their friends. Jessica had been working on it for weeks, and now, it was time to pull the trigger.
That evening, as Jessica and Alex sat in the school's parking lot, waiting for the fireworks to start, Alex turned to her, his voice quiet.
"You think this is really going to work?"
Jessica nodded, her eyes fixed on the school's entrance. "Oh, it's going to work. They've been asking for this."
Alex looked down at his hands, fidgeting with his keys. "It's just… I don't know. Part of me feels bad. Like, we're stooping to their level."
Jessica sighed, turning to face him. "Alex, they destroyed us. They made us feel like we didn't matter. This isn't about revenge—it's about showing them that they don't get to walk all over people and get away with it. We're not the bad guys here."
Alex nodded, though he still looked unsure. "Yeah. I guess you're right."
Just then, the school doors burst open, and a group of students spilled out, their laughter echoing across the parking lot. Among them were Monty and Diego, both of them grinning like they owned the place. Jessica's heart raced as she watched them, knowing what was about to happen.
"Showtime," she muttered under her breath.
Alex glanced at her, then back at Monty and Diego. "Here we go."
The next morning, the school was buzzing with gossip. Monty and Diego had apparently been caught in a series of embarrassing situations—situations that were all the result of Jessica and Alex's carefully orchestrated plan. It started with a fake rumor about Monty cheating on his girlfriend (which spread like wildfire) and ended with a doctored video of Diego making an absolute fool of himself at a party.
By lunchtime, the entire school was talking about it, and Monty and Diego were scrambling to do damage control.
Jessica and Alex sat at their usual lunch table, watching the chaos unfold with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement.
"Well, that went better than I expected," Alex said, smirking as he watched Monty argue with a group of his friends across the cafeteria.
Jessica grinned, leaning back in her chair. "Karma, baby. It always comes back around."
Clay, however, wasn't as enthusiastic. He glanced nervously around the cafeteria, his fingers drumming on the table. "I don't know… What if this just makes things worse?"
Tony, ever the voice of reason, shrugged. "Then we deal with it. But honestly, Clay, they've had this coming for a long time."
Justin laughed, shaking his head. "Man, I've never seen Monty look so pissed. This is gold."
But even as they celebrated their small victory, Jessica knew this was just the beginning. There were still people who had wronged them—people who thought they could get away with everything they'd done. And Jessica? She wasn't going to let that happen.
Their next target was Winston Williams—the guy who had been determined to expose the truth about Monty's death, no matter who got hurt in the process. He had gone after them relentlessly, convinced that he was some kind of moral crusader. But Jessica knew the truth. Winston wasn't a hero; he was just as selfish and manipulative as the rest of them.
This time, it was Tony's turn to take the lead. He had been quietly gathering information on Winston for weeks, and now he had everything they needed to bring him down. It wasn't going to be as public or dramatic as Monty and Diego's takedown, but it was going to hurt Winston where it mattered most: his pride.
One afternoon, Tony met up with Jessica and Clay at Monet's, sliding a folder across the table toward them.
"What's this?" Clay asked, raising an eyebrow as he picked it up.
"Everything we need to expose Winston for who he really is," Tony said, leaning back in his chair. "Turns out he's not as squeaky clean as he pretends to be."
Jessica flipped through the folder, her eyes widening as she took in the information. "Wow. This is… impressive."
Tony smirked. "I have my ways."
Clay looked nervous, as usual. "What are we going to do with this?"
Jessica grinned, closing the folder and leaning forward. "We're going to make sure everyone knows exactly who Winston is. And after that? He won't have a leg to stand on."
Within days, Winston's reputation was in ruins. Tony's carefully curated information had been leaked anonymously, and it painted Winston as a manipulative liar who had been using people to further his own agenda. The fallout was swift and brutal. Winston's friends turned on him, and he was left scrambling to explain himself.
Jessica couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she watched it all unfold. Karma was, indeed, a god.
Weeks later, the group gathered at Jessica's house to celebrate. They had taken down the people who had hurt them, and for the first time in a long time, they felt like they were in control of their lives again.
As they sat around the firepit in Jessica's backyard, laughing and reminiscing, Clay looked around at his friends, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"You know," he said, his voice quiet, "we've been through a lot. But I think… I think we're going to be okay."
Tony nodded, raising his glass. "We're survivors. Always have been, always will be."
Jessica smiled, her heart full for the first time in a long time. "Karma's on our side now. And you know what? It feels damn good."
They clinked their glasses together, the weight of everything they had been through finally starting to lift. The road hadn't been easy, but they had made it through. And now, they were stronger for it.
Because in the end, karma always came around. And for once, it had worked in their favor.
