Samantha sighs. “Her name is Katarina. She’s nobody, though. Just someone being cruel for the sake of being cruel.”
“Samantha!” Carly hisses, glancing in my direction.
Too late.
“Katarina.” I pull out my phone so I can go to the student roster. “She’s in your church group? What did she say?”
Samantha seems to realize her mistake, because she backpedals. “Nothing,” she says quickly. “Pandora, it was not that big of a deal. Just a few words. I’ve heard worse.” Her lips purse. “I’vesaidworse.”
“But you aren’t saying worse now,” I point out with a feral smile. “Come on. You want to hurt her the way she hurt you, right?”
“You can’t do… Pandora, you can’t send out videos of her,” Carly says.
I roll my eyes. “Duh, of course not. Where would I get the footage? But we can dosomething, right? Something small? A minor inconvenience.”
“I’m scared to think of what you’d consider a minor inconvenience,” Samantha says.
Maybe a few days ago, I’d have thought she wouldn’t be willing to retaliate at all, but that had been before she’d played the video of Keegan on repeat. There’s a part of her that wants to lash out at the people who hurt her.
“We’ll make her day a little worse, that’s all.” I wiggle my fingers at Samantha. “Come on. Tell me. What did she say? I have to know how hard to hit.”
“It wasn’tthatbad,” she says, sighing.
But I can see it.
I’ve got her.
“She called me a few names,” Samantha continues. “I don’t know what the equivalent is, unless you’re wanting to spread rumors abouthersupposed chastity.”
Huh. That feels kind of mild. People call me a slut all the time.
When I don’t respond, Samantha goes on. “It’s dumb. But the whole group was there, and they started laughing, and…” She clenches her fists.
Okay, fuck that. All of those holier-than-thou assholes need to burn.
“Oh, honey.” Carly reaches out to put her hand on top of Samantha’s. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not sorry,” I declare. “We’re going to get even.”
Carly shakes her head, but Samantha gives me a hungry expression.
I know exactly what to do to give Samantha what she wants.
“I’m not doing this,”Carly says mulishly.
I roll my eyes. Samantha, at least, is hefting her bat and testing out the swing. I’d gotten the heaviest I could find, solid wood that was designed to withstand a lot of impact.
We’re in the parking lot of the church her group attends. I’ve already spray painted the cameras overlooking the parking lot, and all three of us are wearing ski masks and heavy layers.
It’s cold, after all.
Also, we don’t want anyone to recognize us.
“Which car is Katarina’s?” I ask. “Tell me it’s the fancy luxury sedan.”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Samantha says, her words an echo of Carly’s but in the reverse. She sounds breathless, and I’m not sure if it’s from uncertainty or anticipation. “Okay. Um. I think it’s the blue hatchback over there. But I don’t want to be wrong and get someone else’s car.”
“I mean, the entire group was being dicks to you, so we can hit a few extra cars to be on the safe side,” I say. I walk up to the hatchback. It has a vanity plate that readsGdLvsMe, and isn’t that the most arrogant thing ever?
