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Claire's POV

The night sky was pitch black, cloudless, soundless.

The chirps of excited crickets echoed in the atmosphere; the air was still, dry and cold, no source of sound from any direction.

Noiselessly, I inhaled a good amount of freezing oxygen and let my beating heart settle down and get used to the tension that surrounded me.

I wrapped my arms around myself and bunched up the soft material of my hoodie amid my fists, preparing for the attack tonight.

"Ow!"

The voice made me jump out of my skin. I whirled around hastily and saw Natalie Tenner trying to pull her hair out of the jagged thorns of a bush.

"Shut the fuck up Nat!" I whispered angrily "We're in someone's backyard at 2 fucking am. If we make any noise we're dead meat!"

"Sorry Clairy" she murmured, getting down on her knees beside me, draping the duffel bag over her shoulder "So what's your intelligent plan for breaking in?"

I accompanied her as she tilted her head up to see the two story house stretching up to the heavens. It seemed massive from this angle...and scary too.

"We're gonna climb" I replied.

"Climb?"

"Climb"

"Really?"

"Yes"

Natalie whipped her head to look in my direction. Perplexed, she whispered back "How? Don't tell me we're going up that tree"

"We're going up that tree" I muttered, crawling my way towards the foot of the tree, hiding meticulously behind the shrubs and bushes all the while.

I heard an annoyed groan from behind me and within a few seconds, Natalie was beside me "I thought you were smarter than this"

"Well...bummer" I alleged "Now let's shut up and get shit done. Cover your face carefully with your hoodie"

Thanks to Logan, I was used to climbing trees. We used to do that all the time when we were younger. But we stopped as soon as we realized we had grown up and paid our complete attention to studies.

The tree was intricately branched so it was very easy for me to get to the top, reaching the balcony. Meticulously, I hooked my arm around the balcony sill, pushed myself up and jumped inside.

"Success!" I cheered in low voice and did an eerie victory dance.

"Hey Ms. Success! Someone's stuck down here with a heavy duffel bag!" I heard her call from below me and my eyes landed on Nat who was practically hanging off the branches.

Getting her and the duffel bag up and into the balcony had me panting and huffing for breath. I really should've done this alone.

Fortunately, the window barricading the balcony from the bedroom was left open. It wasn't that big of a deal, I had a modified hair pin tucked deep in my pocket that I had been practicing to open locks with for several days.

We tiptoed inside and our eyes were greeted with a small room occupied with books and shelves and desks. We had entered the 'library'

Silently, I enclosed my gloved hands around the door knob and pushed the door open. Peeking outside, I looked about, making sure there was no one around and then I ushered Nat to follow me.

"I feel like a spy" she giggled under her breath.

"Shush" I stopped in front of a closed bedroom door. My eyebrows furrowed together as I snarled at the door with wide open, glaring eyes. My muscles tensed and I fisted my palms with upsurging rage.

Venetia Grey.

You dirty mofo.

I clenched my teeth hard to kill the vehement, brutal thoughts invading my head.

Pushing the door open, I strolled into the room, stopping right beside her filthy, sleeping face.

She was in such a deep slumber. How could she? How could she sleep so well even after knowing how many lives she had destroyed?

"Oh my God Claire! Look at these!" Nat half-whispered "Wow"

I turned around only to see her rummaging through Venetia's elegant closet, filled with expensive attires and all different types of clothing.

That was it.

Furiously, I zipped open the duffel bag and pulled out two different color spray paints. One, I handed to Nat and with the other, I made beautiful patterns and shapes on her now even more elegant clothes "You're going to thank me for this" I exclaimed through gritted teeth.

Natalie sprayed slang words all over her walls that were once embellished in striking colors and heart-warming quotes.

"Bitch...Whore...Go...suck a d...you nasty...cunt face" she uttered as she sprayed it on her closet door, walls and her bed-heads.

I clasped my mouth with my palm to stop my unbearable, rather inhumanly chuckles.

I bit my lip mischievously and walked over to her mirrored dressing table. A swift tug and I opened her drawers where I found her cosmetics and other makeup products.

Hauling out her brushes and highlighters, I gripped them at both ends and one by one, I began to snap them from the middle and threw the shards away across the room leaving clear evidence of what I was aiming to do.

The cracking sound invaded the silence and Venetia shifted in her bed a little. Nat and I tensed on seeing that, exchanging apprehended glances. We remained hushed until Venetia stopped moving.

Nat grinned at me and gestured me to continue the work.

The sudden Venetia's act had given me an idea that we cannot stay here for long and we needed to hurry.

Speedily, I enclosed my hands around all her facial creams, ointments and other products that I couldn't recognize. Heck, this girl did a hell lot of glam up, no wonder she never failed to look hot.

Opening the caps, I applied the creams all over her mirror, her drawers, some over her blanket and her clothes. And those pricey shoes and sandals? They were getting a piece of me today!

I stole a glance at my watch "Nat! Hurry up! It's 2:30!"

There was one last thing for both of us to do.

We stared into each other's eyes, gleaming with benevolence, screaming triumph.

Together, I pulled out a bottle of hair oil from the bag and she pulled out a container of salt.

"NaCl" a smile formed on her lips as she kissed the container she held "That's gonna cause a hell lot of sneezing"

"Wow you're so good at chemistry" I chuckled, unfastening the lid of hair oil.

"That I am" she winked, throwing salt all over the mess we had caused.

I, on the other hand, spilled a good amount of oil all around her room, on her bedsides and at the doorstep.

Beautiful. Slip on this Venetia. Hit that asshole of your head, hard.

"Let's get outta here" I smirked, tossing our weapons back into our bag and draping it over my shoulders.

We walked out of there like we had just accomplished a mission, with Nat throwing a sugar-coated flying kiss at her.

Making our way to the balcony, I climbed on the tree branch sticking into the window of the library. Arduously, Nat climbed onto the branch beside me.

Instantly, the coldness of the night air caressed my face, depriving me of all my worries.

It felt so good.

I tool one last look at the library and started climbing down. I landed onto the grass, dusting soot off my jeans and looked up.

She was still stuck up there.

"Faster Nat! Get your ass down!" I called out to her.

Very carefully, she lowered herself until she was about seven feet above the ground and all of a sudden, the branch snapped.

She screamed on top of her lungs as she landed on the grass with a thud, bringing the branch with her.

Her scream was so shrill, so loud that it probably must've waked the neighbors up. The lights of Venetia's house started to switch on one after the other "Fuck! Natalie! Run! Run!"

Both of us dashed out of her massive lawn. Hurriedly, I reached my car and started the engine.

Natalie came sprinting after me and jumped into the passenger seat.

"You okay?" I asked, surprisingly worried about her condition.

"Do I look okay?" she spat "I fucking fell from a tree!"

"Gravity...thou art a bitch"

"Oh snap out of it Mrs. Writer" she laughed and I joined her, high-fiving her. for the first time in four years, I felt like I had made a genuine, new friend.

A fraction of a second later, we heard a high-pitched shriek emanating from the house and I instantly knew the reason.

Venetia Grasshole must've slipped on that oil.

The corners of my lips twitched into a devilish smile.

Suffer Venetia. Suffer.

Suffer for what you did to me. Suffer for what you did to my Logan.

I drove out of there. While Nat jammed along with Rihanna on the radio, I was dissolving in my bubble of thoughts. Whatever we had just done to Venetia was no match for everything she had ever done to Logan and me.

And she was going to pay for every single thing.

Venetia Grey. This is just the beginning.

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HAHAHAHA *evil laugh*

Who is feeling bad for Venetia? xD

For the past few weeks, I have seen new readers stopping by. Hello there! Welcome to the squad! Beware, we are crazy brownie-lovers XDXDXD

This chapter was inspired by John Green's book 'Paper Towns'

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