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“I need you to tell me how you did it. What you did to me.”
Kellie was quiet for a moment until she asked, “You’re still roommates with that one girl, right?”
“Mac? Yeah. I never talk to her. After you blackmailed me last year I did what you wanted. I dropped Cris, but that also meant dropping Mac too. It was too hard being friends with her when she’s still so tight with Cris. Why do you want to know?”
“No reason…” She almost sang it, sitting down and getting comfortable. Troy was right. She was high from that pill. She was gleeful.
Maren snapped, sounding impatient and desperate. “Are you going to help or not?”
“What do I get out of this? I don’t help out of the goodness of my heart.”
Maren shrugged, the bag moving up with her shoulder and falling back down. “I don’t know. What do you want? I can’t dump Cris again.”
“I never told you to—”
Maren jerked forward a step. “Cut the bullshit. You did too. My dad went to prison and you told me, very bluntly—what were the exact words? ‘Dump your boyfriend and I won’t publish my post linking his name to what your dad’s going to prison for.’ I hated you. Hated you, but I know how you are and what you can do. You could’ve really hurt Cris somehow, just insinuating a connection. I did what you wanted and I need to know how to do that. What do you want for your help this time?”
“I want access to your roommate’s computer.”
I stiffened. My computer?
“What?” Maren moved back a step. “Why—"
“Do you want my help or not?”
“I do, but—”
“No buts.” Kellie surged to her feet. “You either get me into your roommate’s computer or I don’t help you. That’s it. That’s the deal. It’s your choice.”
There was no sound. Kellie was watching Maren, eyeing her until she growled. “Fine! But—”
“But nothing.”
“I said fine. Okay? You help me first because after what you made me do last year, there’s no way I’m letting you burn me again. You help me first and then I’ll get you into Mac’s computer.”
“If you don’t…”
“You blackmailed me.” Maren cut out briskly. “My father went to prison. You knew my family was struggling. My little sister overdosed, and you told me that if I didn’t end things with Cris Chavez, you’d post everything going on in my life for everyone to read and you’d insinuate in some way that Cris was involved. You told me flat out that you would ruin his life as well as mine, and you had no problem doing that. I am not stupid. If I don't follow through, you’re vindictive enough to come after me again. So fucking tell me how to ruin this girl’s life because that’s what you do, isn’t it? You ruin people’s lives and you get off on that shit.”
Both went quiet. I couldn’t see Maren’s face, but I heard her harsh breathing. Kellie’s eyes narrowed, and she was glaring at Maren. They were in a standoff, but then as if coming to a decision, Kellie shook off the glower and a very slow, very cruel smile appeared again.
She sat back down and crossed her legs. “This is what you do.”
She told her.
I sat there, stunned, because she was laying everything out there.
How to get information on her target.
How to find her target’s weaknesses.
How to analyze which angle to take for the maximum effect with the least amount of exposure.
She was happy to spill, and the longer she spoke, the more she said, and the faster she spelled it out. Troy was right. She wanted to boast. She was getting off on it all over again.
Maren and I listened to her talk for two hours.
Two complete hours we sat there and just let her tell us who she was.
