It's been two days now since that Jace called me ugly. Ahhhhh. Grrrrrrr. He pisses me off.
I am not ugly, damn it. And hearing him say that… it hit me right where it hurts. Huhuhu. The worst weekend of my life.
Wait. Why am I so affected by what that weird guy said?
Okay. I'm going to get him back.
I'm sitting at my desk in class, pen in hand but my head somewhere else, scheming the perfect revenge against this anti-girls jerk. I sigh a few times and let out some "Tss." Tami and Jonas look at me, suspicious.
Tami: So, spill — what's going on?
Jonas: Did something happen this weekend?
Tami (to Jonas): What do you mean?
I take a deep breath.
Me: Do you remember the dinner my parents and I had at my dad's best friend's house?
Both: Yes.
Me: Turns out my dad's best friend is… Mr. Ramos.
They both go silent, stunned.
Both (surprised): The father of…?
Me: …that anti-girls guy. And that idiot had the nerve to call me ugly just because I told him I would never date him.
Both: What?
I then explain to them what our parents talked about — that whole "engaged at birth" thing. They're shocked — which is understandable.
Me: Don't worry, nothing will come of it. But still… that guy called me ugly. Me?
Tami: Jace is like that.
Jonas bursts into a muffled laugh. The guy is so mean.
Tami: And you, Jonas, you think that's funny?
Jonas: Hey, what can I do? lol
A burning anger rises in me. He's going to regret this. But how? How do I get revenge?
Without thinking, I jump up and storm out of class. I have to find Jace Bryan Ramos. I search everywhere — the library, the halls, the courtyard — nothing. Luckily, fangirls always talk too much: I overhear that he trains in the basketball gym. His popularity is useful sometimes.
Off to the basketball court. I stop at the door and hide behind a pillar so he won't see me. I have to admit… the guy isn't bad. So hot. Huhuhu. No wonder he has groupies.
Come on, pull yourself together, Hiyas. Don't get hypnotized by the Jace effect.
I'm about to go in to say a few words when a groupie pushes the door ahead of me. I stay hidden and watch.
The girl pulls out a cute little packet, decorated with hearts and lovey-dovey symbols. Seriously? He rejects you every time and you still chase him? Groupie, have some pride.
Groupie: Jace, here... this is for you. It's to show you my love.
Jace barely looks at her. He's impassive, almost bored. Unbelievable. She moves even closer, totally swooning. Oh groupie, you really have no dignity.
But me… how am I going to get my revenge?
Without a second thought, I burst into the room and interrupt her declaration. I do the unthinkable: I throw myself at Jace and hug him.
Me (dramatically to Jace): Hey Jace, my love — who is this?
The groupie, stunned: — Who are you? And why are you interrupting us?
Me: You're flirting with MY man and you expect me to just stand by? Girl, nerve!
Oh my god. What am I doing? What came over me? What kind of revenge is this? This guy's going to squash me. Huhuhu.
Groupie: Huh? Jace, is that true?
He looks at me in a certain way. His stare pierces me. I want to disappear. The most embarrassing moment of my life. Lord help me, make his stone heart turn into a fluffy, harmless kitten's heart.
Jace: Tss.
What? That's it? Nothing else?
I keep going, caught up in a surge of bravado:
Me: See? He's my boyfriend. So stop hovering around him.
Her: And you expect me to swallow that? Seriously?
Me: Well, that's your problem.
Her: Since when are you two dating? And nobody knows.
Me: Since the weekend. Now get out, groupie! Hahaha.
The girl gets mad and storms off, tail between her legs. Yeah, I'm a femme fatale (at least in my head).
After she leaves, I let go of Jace and take a step back, triumphant. And him? He still doesn't react. He just watches me like I'm a fly. What? Then in a cold, clipped tone he says:
Jace: Tss. Ugly.
Then he grabs his stuff and walks away.
My blood boils. Seriously? He calls me ugly again and stays
silent? Aaliyah Hiyas Corazon, I swear — I will make him pay for daring to put me down. Promise.