Payback

Savannah

I have never been someone who has taken a calm and rational approach to things that made me mad.

Never.

It was one of the things my mom would call a side effect of being hot-blooded.

That hasn’t changed now that I’m all fucked up—it’s actually gotten worse.

With my mood swings and everything else, it’s like gunpowder mixed with dynamite, and anything that made me mad was the spark.

The day went by with nothing worth talking about. I stuffed the dildos in my track bag and took it home.

But as the hot-blooded woman I am, I did something dangerous.

Something reckless so I could deal with something even more reckless.

Like fighting fire with a flamethrower.

I broke back into the boys’ locker room and left Damon a note.

Technically it was a note for whoever he used to find out all that shit about me.

But either way, I still broke back in and this time I left a Hershey’s Kiss on top of the note.

I thought it was funny.

In the note I put: “So private eye slash dick. Who put that shit on Percy’s locker?”

Then I put my phone number down.

So when dinner came and Percy and I decided not to tell Uncle Jonah about the eventful morning we had, I was on edge waiting for some type of news on who dared mess with my cousin.

Who wanted to be so homophobic that they would put so much effort to do something so mean?

So hateful?

When bedtime came and I was fighting to go to sleep, my phone dinged.

“Lance Mcklane.”

Was all the number had sent.

I sent back a thumbs up with a thank-you.

I waited for a reply but didn’t get one. What an asshole, right?

I saved the number in my phone under ~Angel~ and fell asleep after a while.

***

When morning came I got ready.

I hadn’t done myself up in months.

But people would know I’m Percy’s cousin since I made a show of it yesterday.

I needed to look different.

And I could do that.

Before when I would do a certain performance I would do my hair and makeup and look like a different person.

When morning came I dressed and did myself up, leaving a note for Percy that said see him at school and not to worry.

Packing my track bag of all the things I would need, I was ready to dole out my street version of justice.

This Lance would be in for it.

I had looked him up on Facebook. Not so coincidentally, his girlfriend happened to be part of the cheer squad, and his mom and dad were wealthy retailers.

I hightailed it out of the house and made it to school faster than I ever had before.

Lance was on the hockey team. His practices were at the ass crack of dawn, and after he smoked weed with a few of his teammates.

He lives in such a privileged little bubble that he posted it on Facebook.

Like a fucking idiot.

So here I was outside the ice rink on the north side of school grounds looking hot as all hell, lying in wait like some she-wolf, lioness ready for her prey.

So I could pounce and explain why exactly you don’t fuck with my family or be homophobic in general.

My lacy black skirt touched down right above my knees, the white tank top held a see-through sheerness that showed the pink bra I had strapped on underneath.

My hair was curled with my wand and strung up high on my head.

I tied a pink ribbon in it and used a section to make faux bangs.

My makeup made me look like a sultry school girl, and I was ready to fuck this boy’s world up.

I didn’t look like me.

Not my normal “no makeup, dumpy long honey-color hair that air dried in a wave that was never the same as the day before” look.

My normal attire consisted of jeans and a T-shirt and black sneakers.

I held my track bag on my shoulder. When Lance made his way out of the ice rink, I waited till he walked around the south wall where no cameras could see him spark up.

I walked right after him, giving him a second before I would ruin his day.

I took an extra second when I saw Sunshine and Moonpie go around the south wall with him.

They could get it too for all I cared.

When I took the corner and the boys came into view, I shifted my weight to one foot and stuck the other out, twisting it like I was nervous.

My hands behind my back and my head cocked to the side in a state of shyness.

When Lance looked at me, his pupils dilated and he started eye-fucking me.

So did Sunshine and Moonpie.

“Hi...I’m sorry about interrupting you, but...I was wondering if you were Lance?”

I used a fake innocent voice that had all three eating out of my hands.

When I purred his name, I could practically see the drool running out the corner of his mouth.

Sunshine and Moonpie watched me work. I didn’t pay them any attention.

“It must be my lucky day, I am indeed the Lance whom which you seek.” He smiled like a fox, raking his eyes up and down my body.

I sauntered closer to him.

“I heard a funny little story about you, Lance... Is it true you were the one who made that funny...show on that boy’s locker yesterday?”

I batted my eyelashes and rolled my body as I shifted my weight to my other leg, bringing my hands up and twisting the hem of my skirt.

“Yeah, that was me, gorgeous. I planned that and did all the work. I came up with the idea and everything.”

He put his hand on my hip and bit his lip down at me.

“Would it be okay if I gave you something, Lance? I pushed my chest out, letting him look down at my cleavage.

He licked his lips and nodded way too eagerly.

Stepping back from his hold, I winked and pulled the zipper on my bag.

Slowly and teasingly while he watched.

When Sunshine realized it was me, he started to laugh but covered the first loud “ha” with a cough that made Lance look his way.

When he did, I attacked.

With the pink dildo in my hand, I slapped him upside the face and jumped him.

I whacked him over and over.

Loud thuds rang out. His cries for me to stop and me cussing like a sailor who just stubbed their toe were all that was heard.

When he turned around, I kicked his knee and made him fall down.

With one hand still wailing away, beating him with the pink dildo, my other reached out and grabbed the strap of my bag and pulled it over to me, and I rummaged inside of it.

Feeling the thick round ring of silver duct tape, I peeled the start back and sat on top of Lance.

I bit the dildo in between my teeth and moved lighting fast to tape his hands to his head, over hair and all.

Then I pinched his nose.

“Open up, Lancy boy, either way this is going in.”

I singsonged the words, which he met with a shake of his head.

He tried to get me off him, to move my hand so he could breathe, but it wasn’t going to happen.

“Either you open up or you pass out, and I’ll still get my way.”

His face started to turn red, and not just from being beat up with a 12-inch hot pink dildo.

I waited a few more seconds and he gasped like a fish out of water.

I shoved the fake dick into his mouth and taped it around his lips so he couldn’t spit it out.

I got off him then, getting to my feet and smacking my hands together for any dirt I picked up.

“Now, Lance, I thought we should have a chat about your homophobic tendencies and your approach on bullying.”

I smiled down at him and he whimpered.

I bent down, pulling the blue spray paint out and popping the top.

I shook the can as I walked over his legs and spray painted a dick and balls with the words “homophobic bully” down the front of his T-shirt.

“Lance, I need you to focus right here, sweetheart.” I swirled my finger around my face as I hovered above him.

The pink dildo made his cheeks sink in a little from how far they were stretched.

His eyes wide and afraid.

“Why be homophobic? Out of all the things you could do and be, you honestly choose to hate? And hate a group of people who would welcome you with open arms?

“Sexuality is a fluid concept. Do you know what that means, Lancy?”

His wide gray eyes looked like a hurt puppy. He shook his head “no.”

“I didn’t think you would. It means someone’s sexual tendencies aren’t just one thing. You don’t like just one type of girl, right?

“You like any female you can get? You probably don’t even care if she has a pulse.”

He made a sound that I took as a “yes.”

“See? Good boy, Lancy.” I petted his head like a dog.

“Like most things in this world, there are really only three rules when it comes to someone’s sexual conquests.

“One: consent. That’s critical, Lancy, you need a yes. And no answer does not mean yes. You understand me?”

He nodded again.

“Two: no kids. Absolutely never ever any children.

“And three: no animals. You can’t fuck a sheep, but you can dress like a sheep and fuck. Say yes to furries, no to bestiality.”

He nodded again.

“Like those three rules, I have set for my life, three things I will not tolerate and have to act on if those three things are messed with.”

I waved around and pointed at the bag and back at him.

“One: don’t fuck with my family. Two: don’t fuck with my things, and three: don’t fuck with me.”

I tossed the paint can back in the bag and pulled out a paint pin, biting the top off and spitting it in the bag.

Giving it a shake and hearing the BB-like sound of it buzzing while I got the ink settled at the ballpoint tip, I pulled him close to me and held his chin in my hand.

“You broke rule one, your girlfriend broke rule two, and by breaking rules one and two you broke rule three. Not good, Lancy, not good at all.”

I twisted my lips and crinkled my nose as I shook my head.

He whimpered again but I didn’t care.

I was pissed, and even though I was talking calmly, I was anything but.

The image of Percy’s sad face and the embarrassment that hurt him—this was something he would never forget.

And for what?

Because he got turned on by guys and girls?

That’s so fucking dumb.

Drawing on Lance’s wide forehead.

“Recovering homophobe and bully.”

Then, making his nose into a dick and balls before giving him a shitty little tear drop tattoo under his eye and a pencil-thin glittery purple jawline beard.

“Lance, I don’t know who you really are. Maybe you’re in the closet and acting out because you’re scared to come out. I don’t know. Maybe go to therapy?

“But either way, I want to make it crystal fucking clear to you that my cousin is off-limits.

“If you or anyone else at this school fucks with him, if your prissy little girlfriend fucks with me or any of y’all’s friends, I will personally see to it that Percy and I seduce and bang your parents.

“I will have your MILF mother eat me out and livestream it on Facebook. Then I’ll help Percy talk your dad into bending over for him and taking it up the ass. Is that what you want?

“Your mother making your dinner with my pussy juices still on her face? Your dad limping home from taking Percy’s dick up his asshole? Hmm?”

Lance shook his head “no” and tried to speak again.

“Good. I won’t give you a second chance, Lancy boy. This is it. Fuck with my family or me again, and you really won’t like it. Besides, homophobia is so over with anyways.

“You could be anything you want. Why choose to be hateful? Look where it got you? Do you like being here? Taped up and beaten with sex toys?

“Look at yourself, man. It’s pathetic. Do better from now on.”

He nodded “yes.”

I let him go. Tossing the marker back in the bag, I pulled out my jacket so I wouldn’t get anything on it and let the strap hang on my shoulders.

“Remember what we talked about, Lance. I’m a woman of my word.”

I turned around, taking a few steps before I looked up and saw Percy with his jaw sprung open and blanching at me.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God. Savannah!”

He ran past me to Lance.

“No! This is not okay! Get this tape off him.”

I rolled my eyes and walked back.

Percy looked at Moonpie and Sunshine.

“How did you let her do this?!”

“First off, all they didn’t let me do a damn thing. And secondly, I’m teaching him an important lesson, Percy. He needs to sit like this for a while. He needs to feel helpless.”

Percy looked at me like he couldn’t believe I would do this, like he had no idea who I was and what I was saying.

“Don’t freak out. It’s already done. All we need to do is walk away.”

I eased my hands out and asked him to take it, but he looked past me and started trying to free Lance’s arms.

“Damn it, Percy, he deserves to be punished for a while. Why do you think he believed he could get away with this? Because people like you let him!

“This will make him a better person in the long run.”

I folded my arms over my chest.

“I knew you were up to something when I saw the note and your old makeup was in the bathroom. If dad finds out abo—”

“About what? What could he do? Lance won’t say anything. What could he say?

“Savannah Madis beat me with a hot pink dildo and taped me up with it in my mouth while she lectured me, only after I pulled some bullshit on Percy’s locker. Help?

“No, and there’s no proof. No cameras or witnesses.”

Percy made a sound like half a scoff mixed with a loud ha sound.

“What are those, Savannah!?” He pointed to Moonpie and Sunshine then to something behind me.

Looking back, I saw none other than the dark Angel himself, Damon Henley.

A smirk glossing his lips like he had been waiting for me to look at him.

“Not snitches, that’s what! And no offense guys, but so what if they were? It’s not like uncle would believe them over us. Again, no offense.”

Percy got Lance’s arm out and helped him get the dildo out of his mouth.

“Oh my God, Percy, come on. You know I wouldn’t have let this go. This won’t get you in trouble. Look, I’ll ask, okay?

“Sunshine, did you see anything like, oh I don’t know, me allegedly beating up some guy with a pink dildo?”

He smiled at me and back at Percy then behind me at Damon before shaking his head and telling me “no.”

“Moonpie, did you happen to catch a glimpse of me allegedly taping and drawing on some poor boy this morning?”

His smile brought out a dimple on his cheek.

“I did not,” he answered.

Turning around and leaning into my hip, I looked at Damon.

“Angel, did you see anything this morning?”

He moved off the wall and strolled my way, taking his time with graceful strides across the black pavement until he was right in front of me.

So close I could smell his cologne and the memory of our kiss flashed in my mind.

Like Damon could read my thoughts, his smirk curled into a cocky grin.

“I may have seen something. But we could talk about what exactly I may have seen later on tonight.”

I felt my heart kick into hyperspeed and a buzz in my ears.

“Let’s go, Percy, I need to change before class starts.” I never looked away from Damon’s dark eyes.

Never giving an answer and not moving a muscle until Percy was beside me putting the pink dildo back in my bag.

I kept eye contact until I sidestepped him, Percy and I never looked back as we walked back across campus and into the school’s main building.

~I think I made the biker prince situation even worse.~