Chapter 1

4 years later

Dude,” Natalie complained while rubbing her shoulders back and forth from the cold. ” I'm

freezing my ass off right now. How long are we going to stay here?"

If she wasn’t my best friend, I would have bashed her head in for being whiny. "I told you to

wear something warm but noooo, you just have to wear a tank top," I whispered at her while

giving a disapproving look.

"But Ave,” she whined like a bratty kid. “Lara Croft wears spandex but still looks hot."

I glowered at the stupidity of her thoughts. Why was she comparing herself to a game

character? Did she plan on freezing herself to death or was she thinking she was that

indestructible? Either way, I didn’t want to find out.

"Lara Croft doesn't catch hypothermia because she is a game character. She's.Not.Real."I said

emphasizing each word like she was retarded.

"Will you two warthogs shut up,” my gay friend, Evan, said while wrapping his arms around

himself shivering. Another idiot who forgot to wear something warm “And Ave, she's right. It's

freaking cold."

"I still think Lara Croft's hot though with her spandex," Natalie mumbled.

Rolling my eyes, I tuned them out as I focused on my mission. We were hunched behind the

bushes adjacent to my designated payback assignment. Carson Wells. School's womanizer and

Ambree, the victim’s boyfriend.

There was a difference between a playboy and a womanizer. A playboy screws random girls just

for the pleasure of it then dumps you to the curb while a womanizer, well, still screws random

girls but forms an actual relationship with the girl then dumps you to the curb.

Whatever fancy shmancy. They were both the same.

They dump you like a battered toy to the trash. If they feel merciful, they would graciously

donate you to charities but that was not the point.

Lying cheating assholes were assholes. Pe-to the freakin-riod.

Ambree came to me two days ago bawling like a dying cat. She told me that she caught Carson

humping some Junior girl at the supply closet. She got a tip from her ditzy bestfriend who by

some reason was tipped off by some sophomore girl who was tipped off by...GAH! I'm not

making sense. To make the sob story short, someone told her.

I shouldn't have said that earlier rather than confusing myself.

Moving on, she asked for my help so I agreed. I am after all the Revenge Artist of Penn Brooke

High.

My slogan : Let the Revenge Artist do it for you. 100% paybacks-a-bitch guaranteed.

Maybe I should make a calling card. That would be so cool.

So, I came up with this plan which involved humiliation. Brokeback Mountain style.

I turned to Evan and Natalie, putting my game face on. "Okay guys, I think it's safe to go inside

since it's 1am and everybody is in deep sleep by now."

"You sure?” " Natalie asked nervously. She was always the cautious one. “ What if he has a pet

dog in there? Like a bulldog or something.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't be such a paranini Natalie. I'm sure he doesn't have a dog."

She furrowed her eyebrows, "Uh what's a paranini? Is that an Italian word?" she asked.

"Paranini means a person who's being paranoid. I just made that up." I said smugly, seemingly

proud of making up an awesome word.

"I don't know Ave. It sounds retarded." she said.

Evan smacked both Natalie and I's head, "Shut up you two. God both of you are so annoying"

he said then he turned to me, "Natalie's right. Paranini is such a lame word I don't where you

came up with that."

I faked gasps, "Are you doubting my awesomeness Evan." then I switch my expression to a

playful glare, "I know where you live and I KNOW where you hide your gay porn collection. Your

mom would die from a heart attack when she finds out that her son prefers wingwang’s than

vajayjays." I grinned.

"You wouldn't!" he exclaimed in disbelief.

"Shhh! Not so loud." I hissed then gave him a smirk,"I would. Never mess with awesome."

I checked my watch to check the time and it was 1:15am,"Okay guys. Are you ready?" I asked

them.

They nodded and gave me the thumbs up sign.

"Nat, the drug?"

She held up a syringe and nodded.

I turned to Evan, "Did you bring the camera?"

He held it up and gave it to me, "I expect that back by tomorrow." he reminded me.

"Okay let's go."

We slowly stood up from the bushes and walked to the side of the house where a door which

leads to the backyard was located. We slowly opened the wooden door then I let Natalie and

Evan go through first then I came in last. We continued walking then the backdoor was now in

view. I tried the knob and to my surprise, it was open. Geez. Aren't these people confident of not

being robbed? What if there was a serial killer on the loose?

We all filed inside the house and I slowly closed the back door. As Ambree told me, Carson's

room was two doors down to the left. So we head over to the stairs and stealthily climbed the

stairs and once we were on the top, we head over to Carson's room.

I tried the knob and opened it cautiously. I let Natalie go first then followed by Evan. I stepped

inside and closed the door behind me.

Carson's room was very messy. Like there-was-a-tornado-in-here messy. Clothes were strewn

around, dozens of crumpled papers which I'm sure he was trying to dunk in the trash can but

had lousy aim and wait, is that a used condom? Eww! This boy's unhygienic. I don't know what

Ambree sees in this guy.

On the far end of the room was his king size bed where a shirtless Carson was lying on his back

like a starfish. For a man slut, he sure had a hot body. Natalie was gawking and Evan was

drooling.

I snapped my fingers in front of Evan and Natalie's face, "Focus people. We are on a mission

here."

Natalie blushed, "Sorry. You gotta admit he's hot." she said sheepishly.

Evan agreed, "You can say that again. I wonder if I can take him home." he mused.

Oh my freaking two shoes. I sighed, "It's hard to keep good help these days." I said then turned

to Natalie, "Drug the idiot Nat."

She was still staring at Carson's abs so I smacked her shoulders. She jumped startled from the

hit and blushed a deep crimson, "Oh sorry." she said.

She walked over to Carson's bed and took out the syringe and slowly, surely pricked his arm

and we held in our breaths.

He stirred a little but he didn't wake up.

I let out a whoosh of air of relief and waited for 5 minutes for the drug to take effect.

After 5 full minutes, I pinched his arm to be sure and sure enough, he was like a rock.

I glanced at Evan, "Your turn, Evan. Make it believable like after sex believable."

He nodded and took his shirt off. Hot damn. This is the first time I saw Evan shirtless. Well we

don't go to the same school together but dammmnnn! He had rock hard pecks for a gay guy.

Evan saw me staring so he smirked at me, "Like what you see Avery?" he asked smugly.

I rolled my eyes, "Just get in there dumb ass."

He got in Carson's bed and lifted his arms to snuggle. He even planted a kiss on his cheek for

effect. I bet he was enjoying this and I was stifling a laugh because it looked so darn awkward. I

took out the camera and started taking pictures.

After a couple of shots I motioned for Evan to get off the bed. He lifted off Carson's arm and got

off the bed. He grabbed his shirt from the floor and wore it again.

"Looks like I got the shots I need." I grinned.

"Lemme see!" Natalie chirped.

I gave her the camera and she automatically grabbed it and scanned the pictures trying not to

laugh. Evan went over to her and a grin formed on his lips. Yeah, he was really enjoying this.

All of a sudden, we heard a low growl. It came from the bathroom.

"Uh guys, do you hear that?" I asked.

I glanced at Natalie and saw her eyes were wide, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

The growl was getting louder now then I heard shuffling. I took hesitant steps to check it out and

all of a sudden, I saw a chihuahua.

A freaking chihuahua.

Carson owns a freaking chihuahua.

Evan laughed, "Dude, a chihuahua?"

"I don't know dude. The dog doesn't look friendly." Natalie.

"But it looks soo cute." I cooed then reached out to rub the dog's ears.

"Um I wouldn't do that if I were you Ave." Evan warned.

"Oh shush. It's fine." I said reassuringly to him.

But boy was I wrong.

Let's just say, it was WWE worthy.

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I was leaning on a tree outside of the school waiting for Ambree and Natalie. Which reminds

me, I will strangle the life out of Ambree for not telling me Carson has a chihuahua. The dog

jumped on my face, earning me a scratch on the face. Natalie was too scared to help so she

was frozen from the shock. Evan thought it was fast so he took the syringe from Natalie which

still has a little bit of the drug left so he jab the dog with the syringe and the dog went stiff.

I think we just killed Carson's dog.

Moving on, I was still waiting for them because the show was about to start. That's right.

Carson's debut to Brokeback Mountain.

"Avery!"

I tilted my head and saw Ambree bounding up to me with a grin on her face. With her in tow was

Natalie with an apologetic look plastered on her face.

They came up to me and I gave them a nod.

"Are you guys ready?" I asked.

Ambree grinned, "I can't wait to see Carson's face." she said, jumping up and down.

I just laughed and we headed towards the school entrance for the main event. When we got in,

my handiwork was all over the place. The walls were full of posters with Carson in it hugging

Evan. There was a caption below the picture saying "Carson Wells going Brokeback."

The people on the hallways were laughing when they saw the poster and I could see some of

Carson's manslut's friends shaking their heads in disbelief.

I heard heavy footsteps up and ahead and like the crowd parted like the red sea. In the middle

was Carson charging at us looking all flustered. In his hand, he was clutching a poster of

himself.

Here we go.

"Ambree! You did this, did you?" he snarled.

Ambree just smiled innocently, "What do you mean?" she said. I was watching from the

sidelines amused.

"You did this because I broke up with you!" he growled.

"Now why would I do that Carson? I'm just a harmless little cheerleader." she said sweetly. ECK.

"Stop playing mind games with me Ambree. I know you did this. Do you know how

embarrassing it is to be hit on by a guy?" he said and he scanned the room and saw me by the

lockers smirking.

"You." he sneered while pointing a finger at me.

I held up my hand in defense, "Whoa there lover boy. I was just doing my job. She came to me

and asked for my help." I said and started walking towards him then stopped, "After all, I am the

Revenge Artist." I said and whirled around and walked off.

At the corner of my eye, I saw Preston staring at me with a blank look.

One of these days Preston, it will be your turn.