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Chapter 31: Vengeance is a Dish Best Served Cold

Your knife may be pointed at my back. What you don't understand is that my gun has always been pointed at your head.

~Starlight24

Yeah, it was great and everything to act like I knew I was going to have this elaborate plan to get back at Dylan, but I really wasn't that full of swag.

My mind was BLANK. It was a bit pathetic really.

I had a piece of paper in front of me. I thought after the whole 'you're messing with the wrong girl' revelation I'd be bursting with ideas that were cool and creative and not copied from somewhere else, but nope. I had nothing.

"Day Winters!" yelled Mom from downstairs, and I groaned and slipped on my beanie. I was casually dressed in a pink knit sweater and black tights.

January's chills whistled through the air and I pulled my beanie (an embarrassingly hot pink one with the word 'AWESOME' printed in bold) further down so it was covering my ears and dipped to my neck.

"Hey," I said, greeting her.

"What were you doing?" she asked, looking suspicious that I was cooped up in my bedroom for the past one hour.

"Oh, I don't know. Just plotting an intricate plan to overthrow Dylan because he flirted with me and then faked it and it was humiliating," I mumbled.

"What?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"Nothing, Mom," I said, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and heading out.

She stopped me by jutting out her hand onto my chest with a forceful shove. "Day, I want no secrets in the family," she ordered.

"Mom, I want a life with no immune deficiency. We all want something," I blurted, and my eyes widened as I comprehended what I just said.

"Oh, sweetie," Mom said, dropping to her knees.

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean—" I started, and then she started crying. "Mom?"

"I'm so sorry, Honey!" she said, hugging me. "I love you. We'll move right now, alright? I'll get your stuff packed."

What?

"No, Mom!" I said, my own eyes beginning to water as I saw her so distraught. "I swear, I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I like it here, okay? I like everyone here, and I even forget about my disorder sometimes because everything here captures me in a whirlwind. I mean, when we lived in the country house- as much as I loved it- I think I didn't have much to do. I was bored, and I had no real purpose. Coming here was the best thing that happened to me. I'm sorry for saying that, Mommy," I whispered the last bit out, and she hugged me close.

I was in tears now, but they weren't sad tears. They weren't happy tears either. They were just... tears.

Thank god I didn't wear makeup or my mascara would be all over my face.

The bus rolled over and I kissed Mom on the cheek before dashing towards it and furiously wiping my eyes with the back of my sleeve. I wasn't wearing my contacts today, because a sudden revelation hit me. Max liked me without my glasses. Well, now people were just going to have to deal with the real me; no matter how geeky I looked while being myself.

I pushed them back from their precarious position on my nose and hopped into the bus. Then, I went to my usual, the second last seat on the bus. The last was usually saved for Nat and Dylan, but I usually blocked them out with my earphones.

Dylan had a soccer contest today so he wouldn't be on the bus. I would just studiously ignore Miss. X behind me then.

I pulled out my notepad where I'd planned on writing my revenge.

Suddenly, a voice behind me shook me out of my thoughts.

"Vengeance is a dish best served cold," the voice said. "Really, Day?"

I nodded emphatically. "Yep! It's to punish Dylan for being a big, fat meanie," I said with conviction.

Then it dawned upon me that it was no ordinary female I was talking to.

I whipped around and glared at her.

"Day, we need to talk," Nat said, pleading.

"Why would I even talk to you in the first place? So that you could crumple my self-esteem further?" I asked, heatedly.

Really, the gall of this woman was astonishing. As if stealing my boyfriend (ish), trying to kill me and practically bullying me wasn't enough. No, of course it wasn't. This was Natalie Spencer we were talking about. She even wanted to talk about it.

"Day, please, I need to tell you something important. Max, he—" she began, and I cut her off.

"You, Natalie, are the most vindictive, vicious, venomous, vile, vafrous person I know," I began, and then I stopped. "Hey, I've got epic alliteration skills!"

Nat- wait, why am I even calling her by her nickname? -just rolled her eyes. "Day, your English skills rock. Good for you. Now please can we talk?"

I pondered over her request. "I won't talk to you unless you yell: ALL HAIL DAY WINTERS, THE ALMIGHTY QUEEN OF THE WORLD!"

"Really?" asked Nat, suddenly hopeful.

"No." I deadpanned, shoving my earplugs into my ears.

This girl was such a whack pot. She couldn't possibly think I was going to forgive her.

"About the smoothie..." she began, and I whipped my hair back.

"Do you not understand the words coming out of my mouth right now!?" I asked, exasperated. "Look, I understand. You hate me to the extent where you feel the need to want to kill me. This is duly noted, thank you very much. I ask for only one thing in return," I said, before looking her straight in the eye. "Get the hell out of my face."

She was about to say something, but before she could, the bus came to an abrupt stop and I jumped out of my seat like freaking Leap Frog.

"Day—"

I then felt her vice like grip on my arm, and I whipped around to face her. "Don't. Touch. Me."

She winced slightly and I glared at her, shooting daggers with my eyes. "Please, I need to explain to you about everything. Please, Day."

I took a deep breath, before looking at her sternly. "You have two minutes flat."

She heaved a long sigh of relief, before looking at me with her steely gaze. "I made Max break your heart," she began, and I winced at her words. "Once I realized you liked him, I made him act like the feeling was mutual. I wanted you to know what it was like to be crushed down to the ground with too much gravity around you. I thought you were like Deirdre Junior, who'd come to ruin my life," she paused and looked at me, eyeing me warily as I drank in this information.

"So because of an assumption you had," I began, not knowing if I'd heard what she had said properly. "You felt the need to have my heart broken by my first boyfriend?"

She nodded sullenly. This was too much for me to take. I threw her hand off my shoulder and my palm connected sharply with her cheek. The resounding slap echoed through the bus, and I stormed away.

*****

"Deeds!" I called, looking at my best friend with a large smile on my face.

She was at her locker, her brown locks dripping down from her high ponytail. She was wearing a dark teal and black shirt with black ripped jeans. She had a plain necklace on and hooped earrings. All in all, she looked quite pretty today.

She turned around, startled. When she saw me, her face turned a little pale. "Oh, hey Day!" she said, seemingly unenthusiastic.

I narrowed my eyes ever-so-slightly but remained to keep my cheery air up until she let out another suspicious telltale sign. "How have you been?" I asked, cautiously.

"Great, thanks for asking," she said, a tight smile across her face.

"You've been awfully busy off late," I remarked, treading the waters. I was a bit on the edge after my horrible encounter with Natalie Spencer.

"Um, yeah, I guess I have been," she said, and then she forced out a little laugh. "You too, huh?"

I shook my head. "Nope, I've been free as ever! Just missing my best friend, that's all," I said.

What was going on with her? I was so sick and tired of everyone around me playing games with me. There was a perfectly fine arcade close to our school that they could visit.

She forced out another laugh. "Yep, I've missed you too," she said, trying but failing to be quirky. It was like filling a balloon when it already had a hole in it.

"Okay, spill," I said, glaring at her, my eyes narrowed down completely. I was a blonde, but I was perceptive. It was sad how people just looked at me and thought 'dumb'. Excuse-me, a certain lack of melanin wasn't the reason I was stupid, okay?

"Spill what?" she asked, but the slight twitch in her left eye gave it away.

"Spill what's going on, of course," I said, coolly. "Who do you think I am? An idiot?" I asked, rolling my eyes at her exaggeratedly. "This had better be okay, because I've just had a horrible morning with Nat and I kind of slapped her in the face so I'm ticking here."

"Okay," she said, huffing. "But... you must promise to not hate me, okay?" she asked.

"What?" I asked, my mind immediately thinking the worst. "Yeah, okay. You secretly hate me and you and Nat are planning on overthrowing me completely and you're actually Miss. X, right?" I blurted.

Deeds' eyes widened. "What?" she asked, incredulously. "You think I'm Miss. X?"

Her eyes were wide and she looked incredibly hurt. I shook my head in response. "No, I just said the worst thing that came to mind," I admitted, shaking my head. She let out a sigh of relief.

"Day..." she said, as if trying to assess how to tell me. "Do you still, you know... Like Jase?"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "What?" was all that I said.

"Do you still like Jase," she clarified, and I shook my head.

"I never liked Jase. I thought I did, but then I realized I didn't. We even sorted it out and stuff," I said, my eyebrows travelling further up my forehead. "Why? What does he have to do with your weirdness?" I asked, not getting the point.

"Well... he asked me out and I don't know what to do. I didn't know whether you still liked him and if you did, things would have gotten really awkward," Deeds confessed, looking like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

All I did was raise my eyebrows in response. THIS was what Deeds was so scared about?

I burst out laughing, and she eyed me warily. "You're such an idiot, Deeds! You could have told me immediately. I'm so happy for you guys! In fact, I needed to ask you something, too," I said, suddenly realizing something. "But before I do, I need details."

Deeds laughed again, but it looked like it was more out of relief than actual humor. "And I wouldn't expect any less. I think I've liked Jase for a while now... I mean, I remember having the biggest crush on him when I was in elementary school. The thing is, I used to live far away from here and he was my neighbor, and then the two of us shifted here. He moved first, then me," she began.

My eyes widened and I placed my hands on my hips and blew a strand of hair out of my face. "And why did I not know about this?" I asked, acting annoyed.

She shrugged and grinned, knowing I wasn't really mad at her. "Well... the thing is, when I moved here and started dating Dylan, I did like him but a part of me always liked Jase. This is why, as bitchy as this might sound, I was never too keen about the two of you," she said, her cheeks flaming red. "Feel free to hate me. I deserve it."

I shook my head. "No way, I understand. Anyway, continue," I said. No way was I going to be mad at my best friend for not supporting a nonexistent relationship. I wasn't that bitchy.

"So basically, day-before-yesterday, our parents met up for dinner and he wanted to show me the top floor of the restaurant we were at, saying that it was really pretty. So he took me up there and then all of a sudden we kissed and he asked me out and I said I'd think about it. I actually wanted to consult you first. You're sure you're okay, right?" she asked, looking really embarrassed and guilty.

"Child," I said, standing on my tippy-toes and patting her head softly. "You have my blessings. Now go, get married and have lots of children," I said, and her face flamed.

"Thanks," she muttered dryly, before chuckling too. "Anyway, what did you want to ask me?" she said, and it was my turn to become red faced.

"Well..." I began, and then I shook my head. "It's a really weird question," I admitted.

"You happen to be a very weird person. I'm sure I can deal with a little more weirdness," Deeds said, rolling her eyes playfully at me.

"Okay," I said in a drawn out tone. "What is the one thing I can do to get back at Dylan?"

Suddenly, Deeds' whole expression changed and she smirked evilly. "Oh, that is the most wonderful question you could have asked! Why, though?"

I turned a little pink. "He's always having a dig at me and teasing me. I want to teach him a lesson he'll never forget."

Deeds started rubbing her hands together like an evil mastermind.

"Oh, he'll never forget this, alright."

A/N:

HEYYY!

Another quick update! Do you love me or do you love me xD

Anyway, I just wanted to say another HUMONGOUS thank you. Your support has been completely incredible! Today, I just found out I was #37 in TeenFic. It was the most amazing feeling ever. THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Also, on a random note, how many of you read the Cursed Child? I did. It was pretty different from the other Harry Potter books, but I genuinely liked it, unlike most people. I've even heard that a lot of fans are refusing to believe it's a part of the series, and read the book as a fanfiction rather than a certified book!

[WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS]

Who all liked Delphi? I was really hoping she'd be Albus's age, even if she was kind of evil and old I SHIPPED IT SO HARD. Also, can we all just take a moment and admire Rose Granger-Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy. 

Did anyone else hate when Ron got together with PADMA? And what sort of name is Panju!? I swear to the gods I've never heard a name like Panju in my whole life. And when Hermione was a derranged Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher a little bit of me died inside.

Anyway, this is the end of the Harry Potter series, apparently! There was an article about how "JK Rowling bids adieu to Harry Potter". Everyone, bring out the hankies and let's all start a crying fest.

[SPOLERS OVER]

Back to MSLIO xD

So, sorry there were no Dylay moments, and I wanted to ask about Deeds and Jase. I personally like them together because both of them are confident and egoistic and actually make a pretty interesting couple. It'll be fun writing about them. 

Yay or nay?

And what do you think the revenge plan is? What about Nat? Oh, and Max is MIA. When will he show up again?

Because there were no Dylay moments, I'll let you enjoy this random GIF of Dylan O'Brien.  

Sorry. I'm a teenage girl. He's a hot actor. It happens.

Song of the Day: This is What you Came for by Calvin Harris feat. Rihanna

Teaser: Dylan, watch out!

Love you all,

~Lexi

PS. My friend uhsophiia is writing an amazing book called Handle With Care. I totally recommend it, and although she's only posted 3 parts so far, I can see it going places =)