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To say that the start of Stephanie’s senior year had been a disaster was an understatement.

In less than an hour after stepping foot inside Rosefell High, the young woman had been called into the principal’s office and suspended for the reminder of the week. Shaking with outrage at the injustice, Spice had tried to both defend her actions and demand that Colin be punished as well (he [i]had[/i] dented in her car with a sharp kick to the front bumper, after all). But the principal wasn’t having any of it. There was no evidence, he said, of Colin causing any damage to her property. For all he knew, the dent could have been there for a while. There were, however, plenty of witnesses to their little spat and to the solid punch to the face that had effectively broken his nose. So instead of wasting her breath, he told her to be grateful Colin had no interest in pressing charges, and to go straight home unless she wanted to make things any worse for her than they already were.

Furious, the raging Spice had stormed out of the office like a bat out of hell, her mind racing with all the ways she could show Mr. Jameson that nobody fucked with her and got away with it. But any plans she had to get back at the man were thwarted by the presence of her very angry aunt waiting for her at the parking lot. Once at home, she’d gotten chewed out a second time by her aunt, and then a third time by her parents via a very tense video call. In the end, Stephanie Cross had not only been suspended from school, but grounded for the next two weeks with her car keys taken away from her. The only reason she didn’t have her phone taken from her too was so she’d had a way of staying in contact in case of emergency.

Any normal individual would have taken this time alone to reflect on the mistakes made and set off on a journey of bettering themselves. Spice, however, was anything [i]but[/i] normal. The more time she spent locked up in her bedroom mindlessly scrolling through the same social media apps, the angrier she got at the whole situation. Why was [i]she[/i] the only one lying on her ass, staring at the same four walls and ceiling while Colin was out and about, teasing and taunting her via social media? He had been just as guilty, if not more, of this whole situation happening in the first place. All she had done was tell him a little white lie about her late arrival, and the dude had set off on a verbal tirade against her, [i]and[/i] put his hands on her. Did nobody care about seeking the truth and justice? [b]Clearly not[/b], or else they both would have suffered the consequences of her actions. But noooo: let’s put all blame onto the little pothead goth girl of every bad thing that happens, and not on the poor, drunk, local school junkie.

Frankly, it was all fucking bullshit.

Stephanie had had enough. When word came in about some Liberty dude’s house party, the raven-haired girl knew it was the perfect opportunity to get back at her ex. Fuelled by pure spite, Spice had scourged her closet for the perfect outfit, done her makeup as flawlessly as only she knew, and called out an Uber. Twenty minutes later, as she stepped foot in Christian’s opulent home, there was only one word ringing loud and clear across her mind in an endless loop.

[color=#C71585][indent][b][i]Revenge.[/i][/b][/indent][/color][/indent][/indent][/color]