Daphne
Igotta say, Shayne and Carter got what was coming to them. The best part is they have to attend all of their classes or they won’t be allowed to participate in the game tonight. I don’t have any classes with those assholes, but I’ve already heard from various sources that they are not enjoying their day.
A few of my fellow spirit squad members reached out to me after the party last week, expressing their disgust. Apparently, those idiots hadn’t even kept quiet about the fact that they were in on it, and Rosehaven’s Spirit Squad had taken things into their own hands. I really had kept out of it—but that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy seeing those two take a hit.
Micah and I leave our Spanish class together and head for the lunchroom. As we walk down the hallway, he brings our joined hands to his lips and peppers kisses all over the back of my hand. “You know you’re eating with me, right?”
“I am?” I’m just messing with him.
He gives me a playful scowl. “Yes. Scarlett will be with Xander and Max doesn’t mind eating at our table. Besides, with Aria telling Alora and friends that they aren’t welcome, there are open seats at the table.”
“I don’t want to know how that all went down.”
He chuckles. “It was pretty ugly. But when Aria tells you that you can’t sit with her, that’s it, I guess.”
“Oh, man.”
“Yeah.” He puts an arm around me, guiding me to the lunch line.
Food in hand, we weave among the tables until we get to the one I never thought I’d be sitting at. Scarlett and Max grin at me, and Scarlett pats the open seat beside her. Micah and I take our seats and we’re quickly pulled into the conversations flowing around us.
About five minutes before lunch period ends, the gigantic flat-screen TV on the side wall flips on, grabbing our attention. I have déjà vu. My heart does a tumble right into my belly and my chest clenches painfully. Micah’s arm goes around me, his solid hand gripping my waist. “You’re fine.”
It’s clear whoever was doing the camera work on the video wanted to make sure no one on screen knew they were being recorded because you can tell from the angle, it was being held low and the faces of the major players are partially obstructed.
My eyes widen as we watch.
Alora is talking to Farrah in the bathroom. “Danica is such a whiny little bitch. She never wants to do anything fun. I can’t believe she got pissy with me for going through with showing that video.”
The video skips and now it’s Danica on the screen while Alora talks trash from her desk at the back of a classroom. “Farrah’s got a big nose and she spread her legs for no less than three guys last week. He’s way more likely to go out with you.”
And that’s it. Screen black. But oh, the look on Alora’s face. She gets up, leaving her trash on the table, and runs from the room.
I look at Micah in astonishment, the You did that clear on my face. He smirks and shakes his head. His eyes, though, move directly across the table to one maniacally laughing Aria. “Oh boy,” I mumble under my breath.
Quietly, Micah whispers, “I guess we both had a little taste of revenge today.”
I wink back. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.” I press a kiss to his lips. “I’ve got to get makeup work from Mr. Harrigan before class starts. See you at the game, okay?”
A broad smile stretches across his lips. “I’ll look for you.”