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"Whatever," he finally said before leaving the room. I took a deep breath and exhaled, glad that I’d managed to win that particular battle.
But now to figure out the rest of the plan. Or how to implement the plan, I should say.
I'd been coming up with ideas for Paxton's fights almost since the moment I’d blown up Cain's car.
I texted Jenna. "Want to go to Paxton's fight with me tonight?" I asked.
It took less than a minute for her to reply:
Only if you’re promising mischief and mayhem. I'm starting to enjoy running for my life.
A laugh slipped out of me. Who knew Jenna had that in her?
I’ll come to your room at eight,I typed out, a little sadness leaking into my gut over the “your room” part of the text. It hadn’t been that long ago when it had beenour room, but why did it feel like a lifetime had passed? I pushed the feeling away and slipped out of the room, not bothering to try and scrounge up scraps from the kitchen. The bran flakes had done their job, and I had absolutely no appetite left.
It had taken me a minute to come up with the plan. I couldn't drug Paxton. Drugging him would've taken the fun out of the whole thing. I wanted him fully alert for his downfall. That was the only way that it would hurt enough.
After making a few calls, I’d found out Scarface’s glove size. I’d heard them talking about this fight for the last couple of weeks. There was a special type of boxing glove that you could buy. Basically a boxing glove for cheaters. He'd never be able to get away with them in the UFC or one of those Pay-Per-View fights, but for this kind of thing, it would work.
The specialness of the glove wasn’t noticeable right off the bat. But the glove was an inch or two longer than a normal one. And in that space was the equivalent of brass knuckles, meaning that every hit packed more than a punch.
That in itself wouldn't be enough to beat Paxton–he was just too good. But with a little distraction…the right hit could be enough to win.
Thank goodness I’d bought everything that I needed before the wholetaking all my moneything. That would definitely have made things infinitely harder. It had been work to get the gloves to Scarface’s trainer, but after giving him some money, he’d agreed to make sure Scarface used them whenever he fought Paxton.
I hated having to depend on people for my plans, but I’d also made sure he knew that I was the Demon’s daughter. Hopefully that would prevent him from reneging from the deal.
The day dragged on. I went to one class, and then I spent the rest of the time holed up in my room, working on the “distraction” part of the night. It had taken a whole lot of trial and error in Photoshop, but I’d finally nailed it. I couldn’t wait to see the look on Paxton’s face when I showed him my work of art.
Finally, it was time to start getting ready. I got dressed in what I considered to be my dominatrix outfit. I’d also bought this online before the whole money stealing thing, and I rather liked what I'd come up with. The outfit consisted of a red leather corset top that made my boobs look incredible, and a pair of skintight leather pants that did the same for my ass. They were some kind of fake leather material, so I could still bend and stretch…and run if the need called for it. I did my hair in long beach waves and gave myself a dark smokey eye that Jenna would most likely have to fix.
Red lipstick completed the look. Maybe that was a new thing I would do. Wear red lipstick all the time.
It certainly seemed to work for Taylor Swift.
Although the outfit would've looked better with high heels, again I chose to be practical and put on a pair of flat boots. I eyed my chucks longingly for a moment, but I was going for sex kitten tonight, and the chucks didn't quite match that look.
I shivered as I walked across the green to Jenna's dorm. I’d put on a leather jacket so my top was hidden, since I was sure you didn't see a girl dressed like a dominatrix walking around campus every day. Especially not a girl as infamous as me. But judgmental looks still followed me as I walked.
Maybe they were jealous of how good my ass looked.
I felt that annoying pang in my heart again when I finally got to Jenna’s dorm. For a second I was back on the first day of school, looking up hopefully at this building and thinking that I'd have a fresh start.
I wanted to go back in time and slap myself, because I should've known that fresh starts don't happen to girls like me, girls who are stained to the point of no return.
We don’t get second chances, we just got new regrets.
I shook off the morose thoughts, because I definitely didn't have time to feel sorry for myself in my plot for revenge, and I forced myself into the building. The hallway was busy; girls were flitting in and out of each other's rooms, I'm sure getting ready for a party, or for the fight tonight if they were lucky enough to have been invited.
They cast me wary stares as I walked by, and their whispers felt like loud roars in my ears. The sound was almost comforting. The Sphinx was completely quiet most of the time, and the quiet gave me too much time to think…too much time to remember.
This was much better.
I lifted my hand to knock on the door, but Jenna threw it open before I could do anything.
“Wow. You look amazing,” she said excitedly, pulling me inside and heading straight towards her makeup area where she went to work on my smokey eye makeup…just as I had predicted. I kept my eyes away from my old bed and decided this had been a terrible idea to come over here.
It just reminded me of how I’d believed in a second chance, and I’d lost it.
