Southern Belle

Ch.12 Coffee and Revenge

"I knew I wasn't doing fantastic, but I thought I at least was pulling a 'D' or something." 

Ms. Cooker, the guidance counselor, rubbed her temples with her hand. After a few seconds, she picked up a tan folder on the desk, opened it, and read the first page. She shook her head slightly and frowned. "I'm sorry, Ms. Wilkes. You're borderline failing. I believe that it will be a good idea to spend a decent amount of time on Professor Henwood's project. If you don't, you will be asked to leave."

In other words: If you fail this project, your ass is out of Stanford.

My jaw dropped to the floor, and I gulped. My dream was slipping out of my hands, and it hurt to know that I worked so hard to get to Stanford. I felt like punching Ms. Cooker in the gut and ripping up my grades.

"Is there anything else I can do?"

"Well," she mumbled as she pushed up her square-rimmed glasses farther up the bridge of her nose, "You could get a tutor." Her hands grabbed a folder from one of the cabinets. She then proceeded to scan the pages, probably looking for names. "Hmm...how about Nicholas Monroe? He's at the top of his classes."

Vomit nearly exploded out of my mouth. I blinked a few times, hoping that I wasn't dreaming. Why did his name always pop up in conversations? It was bad enough seeing him in class. Now, I had to hear about him. Lately, I was even having dreams about him.

Of course, they were dreams involving me killing him, but I still dreamt about him.

"Okay, I'll think about it." Before she could even respond, I snatched my ratty, old bookbag from under my chair and sprinted out of the door, into the hallway, and out of the Student Help Building.

Sighing, I ran my hands through my messy hair. I had to face reality sometime.

I, Belle Wilkes, had been a complete mess.

My hands tugged at my oversized, black sweater. The material felt extremely heavy on me for some reason, probably because of the weight that seemed to melt off of my body lately. I then tugged on the waist of my black yoga pants, hoping they wouldn't fall down and reveal my pink thong to the entire campus.

As I walked past a Starbucks, I spotted Brynn through the window. She was sitting a few tables from the window, talking to some other girl. After taking a sip from a maroon, porclein cup, her eyes flickered to mine. She smacked the cup onto the table and gestured me to come inside.

Without hesitation, I smacked open the door and went into the coffee house. It was one of the coldest days this Winter, and I didn't have a jacket or gloves on. The warmth and intoxicating aroma drew me in, and the load on my shoulders seemed to melt away.

I sat down next to Brynn, across from the other girl. My eyes squinted, and a name popped into my head. She was in my English class. Meghan was a quiet, petite girl who sat in the front of the class everyday, scribbling on her paper like there was no tomorrow. I often heard Elise gossip about Meg with her witches. Apparently, Meg was from New York, and her parents used to be well-off. After her father was busted for insider trading, she and her mother had to move in with her aunt in Colorado.

Elise's favorite sport was taunting the poor girl. Fliers with embarrassing photos of Meg were posted all over the dorm doors, humiliating her. Worst of all, her boyfriend of four years cheated on her with the bitch.

"I'm Meghan," she mumbled softly, holding out her left hand for me to take. Her eyes were glued to her paper plate; she refused to give me eye contact. With her right hand, she pushed a few loose strands of her red hair behind her ear.

I shook her hand and softly smiled at her. "I'm Belle Wilkes. We have English together, but I like hiding out in the back, so you probably haven't seen me before."

Her head shot up, and she frantically pulled her hand from me. Sweat beads formed at her hairline, and all the color drained from her face. "Y-y-ou're Elise Monroe's roommate," she stammered, still refusing to look at me. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her black peacoat jacket.

Why was she so nervous? I wasn't going to bite her.

"Yeah. The ice bitch lives with me."

Brynn rolled her eyes and picked up her mug. After practically shoving her nose into the hot drink to sniff it, she took another small sip. Her eyes closed in ectacsy. "Belle, you need to relax," she murmured with her eyes still closed. "Do some yoga."

I ignored her comment and stated, "I'm sorry that she's such a jerk to you."

Meg shook her head back and forth slowly before picking up her cup. Her eyes locked into mine, and I could see tears brimming on her lids. "I'm sorry that you have to live with her."

My head nodded in agreement. We sat in silence, and I took that time to take in my surroundings. I saw numerous cliques sitting all over the cafe. In the upper-left side, the jocks sat with their cheerleader girlfriends. Right next to them, a group of nerds were frantically writing and plugging numbers into their fancy calculators. The jocks continued to throw spit wads at the poor nerds, making sure to smack them in the head every time.

I rolled my eyes. Why did they have to bother them? It wasn't like the nerds were bothering them in anyway. 

I hated the students here.

"I have a plan. A plan to get revenge on Elise." Her soft but powerful voice pulled me out of my trance. My head turned towards her, and I was shocked at her face. Instead of being light and cheery, it was smushed in agression.

"Ooh! Tell me," I begged, my mouth stretching in a smle that went from ear-to-ear. I nearly pounced on her.

She giggled quietly and pulled my ancient phone from my hands. After clicking a few buttons, she handed me back my device. I cocked my head in confusion, wondering what that was all about.

"I'll text you the plan. It's too dangerous to reveal the plan in public." Her voice barely came out as a whisper. A hint of amusement flashed over her eyes.

I grinned widely.

People like Elise Monroe desperately needed to be taught a lesson. From a young age, they learned that money and status made them better than everyone else. Apparently, no one had the balls to stand up to the bitch.

I, with the help of the braniac named Meghan, would bring down the 'Queen Bee.'

My eyes flickered to the tattered leather watch on my right wrist. After squinting my eyes to read the time, a husky groan escaped my lips.

"It was nice talking to you guys, but I need to go pack. My plane to go home leaves tomorrow."

A smirk slithered up Brynn's coral lips. She knew that Nick was flying with me to take part in our bet. Surprisingly, she bet against me and handed me a sex education book. My cheeks burned as the memory re-entered my mind.

"Have a nice Winter break, Belle. Text me," she ordered, arching her eyebrows slightly. Obviously, she was an evil mastermind. This revenge thing came as natural as walking. 

"Oh, I will."

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This was just a filler kinda. Next chapter, the bet will start. I got mixed reviews, and I loved hearing the responses!

What do you think Meg's plan will be? Who do you think will win?

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**Dedicated to Mel! She's an awesome writer, and you should check out her book, Project Popularity even though you probably already have because it's awesome. ;)

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